GRE WORDS and Short Stories #9
- cacophony-(n)-Harsh, jarring noise
- disparate-(adj)-fundamentally different; entirely unlike
- lavish-(v)-give unsparingly
- perfidious-(adj)-willing to betray one's trust
- propriety-(n)-correct behavior
- taciturn-(adj)-silent, not talkative
- perfunctory-(adj)-done in a routine way; indifferent
- mettle-(n)-courage and fortitude
- sap-(v)-to deplete or weaken gradually
- extol-(adj)-to praise highly
- officiant-(n)-one who performs a religious rite or presides over a religious ceremony
- abeyance-(n)-temporary cessation or suspension
Story
I hate cats. They are selfish,
perfidious creatures that bare with you only until they find someone with a larger bowl of food, or a more comfortable couch. And their meows...ughh...never had I heard a worse
cacophony that a cat's plea for food, milk, and comfortable shelter.
Thats why the fact that the diabolical creature stood there, with its green eyes staring at me, at just a few feet away, was something that worried me. It purred briefly while it started slowly closing the distance between itself and me.
Ten feet.
What had those Egyptian
officiants smoked when they had deemed such horrible beasts worthy to
extol? It kept walking on this
perfunctory way, as if it wasn't even aware of my presence, but I could see the evil intentions of its scheme.
Seven feet.
Why had she bought a cat! Why not a dog? A bulldog, or even a goddamn golden retriever would have been a more noble creature to deal with than the satanical presence of the feline before me. At least a dog wold have some
propriety, unlike these beasts that shit, piss, and pass out whenever they please.
Five feet.
I took a step back, my left foot touching the metal bars of our apartment's balcony. Suddenly, I became aware of my surrounding; the city of Chicago, suddenly stopped being
taciturn and exploded with all its chaos, seventeen floors below me.
Four feet.
The sudden vicinity of it began filling my being with terror. I thought I could contain it, but its purr drawing ever-so close to me
sapped all residing
mettle from me.
Three feet.
Why wouldn't it go away!? Where would
I go? Where could I escape from this, this thing!!? How
disparate the situation could've been if she had only bought a damn dog and not this fucking cat! I would've
lavished the creature without end, but now this cat, kicking me out from my own apartment, and now getting closer to me to do to me God-knows-what!
Two feet.
Jump, I told myself, just jump! It's the only exit, the only way to escape from this creature.
I did.
There was a brief
abeyance of the city's life; the world stood still, and my body drifted towards the sky. Not a single sound could be heard. But gravity won at the end, and when it began pulling me back down--not to my terrace, but to the concrete of Chicago's street's, several hundred feet below me--the city began to roar again with the dissonance of its cars and people.
I did not panic. How could I? I was free from the creature, which every second got farther away from me. I closed my eyes, and embraced the dissapearance of the cat from my life.
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