Once upon a time, In a faraway place — Stood a small town that was troubled, by an evil witch’s grace.

Every year the same night, Monsters woke and attacked — And the people had to fight, to protect their own land.

The monster army had the numbers, Werewolves, demons, and undead — Even creatures throwing thunders, and vampires spreading dread.

After years of misfortune, And a great deal of pain —People talked about their options, how the monsters they could slay.

The next year this dreaded night, In the town’s main square — Came a black cat named Midnight, with green eyes that would glare.

People thought she was a monster, In their houses got locked up — On the empty streets, she wandered, without even looking back.

She went straight into the forest, Little time she had left — As the cursed night drew closer, Midnight had to be quite deft.

Just in time, she finds the portal, That was created years ago — And would open on The Great Moon, allowing monsters to come through.

Her green eyes started pulsing, Her slim body to transform — As Midnight started casting, aspell in her human form.

The Disciples of Evil, gave it all and fought like hell — In the end, though, they were no match, for Midnight’s powerful spell.

The cat’s quest was now completed, And the peace had been restored — For The Night of the Monsters, could harm no one anymore.

No one saw her from that day, Cause she never came back — But Midnight became a legend, as their lives got back on track.

Mat showed me a photo of his ex-wife, her beauty a sharp contrast to the emptiness in his eyes. As he spoke, his voice trembled with sorrow. “She was my everything,” he said, the weight of his loss evident in each word. “Without her, I’m lost.”

As a therapist, I knew healing required him to face the pain head-on. “Confront your feelings,” I urged gently. “Only then can you find happiness again.” As he wiped his tears, I saw a flicker of hope in his eyes and knew we had taken the first important step toward his healing.

They all look so happy. And why wouldn’t they be? It’s the happiest day of their life and one more “worst day” of mine. After all these years, I have gotten used to asking them to smile at me. Though, I haven’t been able to smile myself behind the camera.

I am trapped in a job I used to love, and now it makes me sick. Photography was my life and passion, but I traded my imagination for a salary. Thus, weddings had my creativity run dry.

I fear the day my love for my art will cease to exist.

The old man sat on the bench, his hands resting on the smooth wood of his violin. He used to play in the streets, lifting the spirits of those he encountered. A small crowd started gathering, drawn in by the bittersweet melodies of his instrument.

His music reached deep within each listener, filling them with hope and joy. Some started dancing, others singing along. His music had the power to bring people together and heal the wounds of the soul.

And as long as he had his violin, he would continue to magically spellbind everyone lucky enough to meet him.

The kitty moved from one car to another, trying to avoid the heavy rain of the city. It reflected on the times it used to jump from Dad’s sofa to the wooden chairs.

It tried to find shelter under a big, yellow car to protect itself from the cold outside. It remembered how cozy and warm it used to be in Selina’s playroom.

It searched the garbage for something edible to quelch its hunger. It recalled the tasty biscuits that mom fed her in the morning.

But it couldn’t help but wonder. Does its family remember it anymore?