Worth A Thousand Words
Worth A Thousand Words
I see a beautiful picture on my computer screen. It is a picture that enlightens me, shows me hope and fire in my dark, shadowy world. No, I didn't felt hopelessness before this, I was hopeless. My life could never seem complete. My desires, my dreams were all beyond my reach. I was in short a loser. No ambition, no achievements, no pity. It all seems like I was set up to fail. All the girls in my life rejected me or didn't take me seriously. I wanted love. I wanted respect. Envy and lust were tainting my blood, becoming my sins. And then through out all this pain, all this sorrow I stumbled on to this picture.
It was a beautiful picture, indeed it filled my expectations. It was a picture of a cat girl, a furry if you will. She reminded me of my latest pursuit, a girl that I had hope wold talk to me. The cat girl had reddish, orange fur that matched with her fiery hair. She had a carefree smile that seems to be filled with joy. Her blue eyes sparkled with life, glittering in the light of the room. She was laying on a black, leather couch in a casual but somehow arousing way. She had noticeable but naturally size breasts. Her orange tail curled around her hips and sat lazily on the edge of the seat. Her triangle ears were straight but relax. The cat girl wore a light, white shirt with small black, shorts. She didn't care to look good. She is perfect, even without effort. Under her image was a single word, Jess.
Here I sat, looking at the cat girl in vast awe, wonder and excitement. Then reality came at me, hard and fast. This was an image, a drawling made by an incredibly talented artist. But still a picture no less. Then envy and lust blast out of me as I broke down. I was jealous of Jess. She was perfect. I was not. She was loved, I was not. She had probable thousands of admirers, I had none. The anger in my heart was too much. Here I was getting pissed at a picture of a cat girl. It was too much to bear. I got up from my computer desk and pick up my music player. I shut off the computer, willing to wretch the image out of my memories. I will not get upset over this image just because my life is not perfect. I will burn it from my memories if I have too. But it was not over. Unbeknownst to me, I hit the print button. Jess lay in the tray, her image radiating an alluring warmth that had captured me before. I put on my jacket and head outside into the cold, merciless world, running from my home, my emotions, my life.
The snow was deep but I been through worst. The sharp wind stung, so I bundled up tight. This journey was suicidal. I can't simply walked across the snowy fields for miles and miles of ice and darkness and live. No, this shouldn't be my death. This shouldn't be how I go insane. But I am still walking. I will probably turned around. Head back to town and get something to eat once I become too cold. I sighed, my breathe fogging the air around me. Walking out in this cold, starless night was probably the only solution to my madness. I walked down the hills that borders the city limits. I should turn around I thought. But just then something crack beneath my feet. Before I could move, the ice gave away and I sunk into black, icy water. Then I just blacked out.
I woke up in a nice, warm room. Once my sight clear I realized that I wasn't at home. The room was a lot nicer and richly furnished than my house ever was. I looked at my body. I realized I was naked except for a white towel wrapped around my body. I panicked a little. Where was I? I was about to get up when someone came into the room. It was a tall woman with long, golden hair. She looked nice but deeply solemn. I immediately made sure the towel covered me well. The woman looked down at me.
“You are lucky to be alive.” she told me. “If I haven't retrieve you from your grave you would have died from the coldness.”
“Yeah,” I admitted. “Walking out to the river was pretty stupid.”
“Did I mention the river?” the woman said darkly, her eyebrows raised. “I meant your jealousy, your self pity. Your life can change, at any moment. Don't feel sorry for yourself now just because you can 't be Jess.”
“How do you know?” I asked, shocked.
“I am not just anyone.” she said, her hand resting on my chest. “I am a god, a higher being to you. Your lives are just like pictures, each moment capture is different from each other. Don't get upset for one ruined picture.”
“If you are a goddess,” I stated, bitter in my voice. “Then prove it. Give me hope.”
The woman paused.
“Fine.” she said and a bright flash was emitted from her.
I felt my body squirm. My appendages began to tingle. I felt them changing. I looked at my right arm. It has become softer, smoother. My hand became smooth and smaller. Fur however was growing across my abdomen. I felt soft hair falling past across my shoulders, luxuriously red. My chest morphed, becoming feminine as did my face. I felt my hips sliding out to fit my new body. I purred as I smiled. I felt my tail curled around me as I sat up and looked at the photographer.
“Wow, Jess.” he chuckled. “This picture will be worth a thousand words.”
And it was.
