Lucky And The Search For Friends.

May 23 2015

Dear Diary

It’s been awhile since I've got you, and only now am i writing in you. it almost seems unfair doesn't it? Sorry that I haven’t I've just never found the time before. Before. Before. It’s a very final yet vague sounding word ain't it? No deniability about what was before, yet still questions raised by wondering what exactly is being talked about. When I say before I could be talking simply about past life experiences, what I did for lunch yesterday, and anything in between. In this case however I'm talking about the total extinction of an entire race, culture, history, and way of life. All those thing people worry about when it comes to small groups of people slowly rotting away in small shacks, and it makes me so upset, and I just don't know what to do, and help me help me help me help me help me help me!

I'm sorry let me get back on track. If you noticed anything in the last little paragraph of mine, you’ll note that I have made a rather disturbing realization, and that being that everyone is gone. zero people. none. zilch! They didn't even leave a note on the counter. But how can I be certain of this? Well the fact that all of down town Calgary is dead silent is probably a huge freaking give away! Sure the city can be dead silent during the night, but it usually gets pretty freaking busy come daytime, especially during the middle of the afternoon. But back up a little and you’ll note that I said that everyone was gone, in the context that there was a mass extinction of humans or something, well considering I'm human shouldn't I be included in that body count? Well then I laugh at your naivety of the complexity of life, because as it turns out I'm not even human any more! I'm some walking furred abomination of nature, and I don't know what I'm suppose to do in this scenario, and oh god the coyotes are going to eat me, I can hear one right now, I swear its in the same room as me and

OH GOD PLEASE DON’T EAT ME MR. COYOTE, I SWEAR I'M NOT A TASTY FURRED ABOMINATION!

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There was a small sliver of sunshine peeking through the curtain, like a small child trying to get the best angle through the door, with which to see what the grown ups were up to. In this particular case the grown up (if you could even call them that) was silently sobbing there eyes out, underneath a rather small bed that was situated in the corner of an abominable looking room. Though it always looked messy, it looked particularly messy today, due to all the sheets that had been haphazardly thrown around the room.

If one were to look at the grown up in their current state they would see what was a particularly miserable looking one, with messy frazzled hair, red eyes, a puffy nose, and large globs of fresh tears cascading across there face every few seconds. They had that look one gets, when they find out a particular pet or person they have a fondness for, has not only just died, but it was in a very messy, very painful way, and the herald of this terrible news has not gone out of there way to soften the blow one bit.

they would also see the face, of a rather small being, that has never before been seen on the face of the planet earth, but that's almost a given. I mean how else are they going to get underneath the miserable excuse for a bed?

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May 24 2015

Dear Journal

I read over the last entry I made, and I gotta say, wow was I ever upset. I don’t think I can be really blamed in this scenario but still, it might have made sense to practice a little bit of self control and get myself situated. Instead I spent the rest of the day quietly sobbing underneath the bed. joy.

If you're wondering why I described myself as not tasty furred abomination (which I'm not, I'm just a furred thing), It’s because I seem to have completely changed in shape, and I am not even a shape shifter. Before I could be charitably be called, a guy you see in the background who's just kinda there, at least appearance wise. Now though I’d stick out like a sore thumb.

I'm small, standing about as high as 4 feet, though that's not how tall I am most of the time, because it’s really hard to stand, like pretty much impossible. My body is now covered with fur of a nice light orange colour, I also seem to have hair on my, rather large head (in comparison to my body), that's a nice dark red colour, and just kinda falls down all around my head and kinda in front of my face (it's short enough I can still see fine, but it's always just kinda hanging in front of my face), no matter what I do, and I also seem to have a tail of the same colour as my ‘hair’, that doesn't brush against the floor, so that's a potential tripping hazard out of the way.

Oh also I have wings of the same colour as my fur. Otherwise I would have guessed I was some kinda new dog (though I don't have paws I have, what i can only assume, are hooves as a replacement). I know I'm not really making a big deal of it but believe me the novelty wore off when I realized they didn't really do anything. they just kinda sit there on the sides of my. . . Chest? Anyway's there boring, and just point to the idea I'm some sort of failed animal hybrid, which is depressing.

But wait, if I don't have hands and have weird hooves as replacements, how am I writing any of this out? Well lets just say that, though it maybe hell at first, typing things out by holding a pen in your mouth, and pressing the keys one at a time with the tip, gets surprisingly easy with practice. Auto correct is a godsend though, and I'm glad that using a track pad is just as possible with a pen as it is with fingers.

Any-who! Yesterday I eventually fell asleep under the bed, and now that I've woken up fresh-ish, I've got the energy that only pure blunt trauma can give you. well okay it usually doesn't give you energy, but at the very least I'm in too much shock to really care. that's a thing right? Anyway's I've got the up and go that only a good rest, and three cans of red bull can get ya, and before I actually get to said up and go I'm going to list what I need at the very moment.

1.water (water is life as they say) say 500 bottles

2.non perishable foods and lots of it

3.books? (to pass the time)

4.printer ink (I was already low, so might as well get some more)

5.a phone (for the maps! not cause I'm expecting anyone to try and call me or anything. Also my cellphone is broke.)

6.???

7.Success.

8.there is no number 8 why am I still writing this.

Well now that that's settled, it’s time to actually go and get these things, no sense in wasting daylight. I’ll write in you when I come back successful, till then later Journal!

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I failed miserably. I don’t even wanna talk about. Also I have a sneaking suspicion something is wrong with me, as my voice is surprisingly high pitch, and the er downstairs is feeling surprisingly small. Gonna go check myself in the bathroom after getting some food, cause I have not eaten at all today, or yesterday now that I think about. Hopefully its nothing major, but it's certainly been prevalent enough to become bothersome. like the cloths, though really sleep wear is not designed for outdoor use.

Anyway's, till later journal.

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The pain in his tail had been awful, and as such, he had made measures to ensure that the pain would no longer be an issue, namely by ripping a hole in the back of his pyjama bottoms (don’t ask how, it was a miracle the things didn't rip in half entirely) rectifying the problem. How ever after a rather fruitless day of trying to gather supplies, he felt a new pain. A pain in his sides. His new wings were acting up. Surprised he made as much of a hurry as one can, at a slow wobbling pace, towards the bathroom. Ultimately it didn't matter where he was in his apartment, when he checked to see what the problem was, but the bathroom, especially a nice bathroom, always has a unique sense of security and privacy one can’t find in other parts of a living space.

He hurried into the bathroom, and almost as soon as he closed the door, began to make a wild grab towards his shirt in order to remove the offending cage, and as soon as it was off, his wings flared open, in a startling display of life and power, almost completely opposite to their behaviour during the rest of the day. He felt himself gasping for air, ever so slightly.

Having already earlier decided to check himself for any complications, he began to inspect his new upper body. It was very much like a dogs, covered in fur, a muzzle like appearance to his nose and mouth, large pointy ears, and a neck that almost, in his opinion, flowed into the rest of the body, in stark contrast to the human neck which stuck out as a part of a pole, on which the head rested (which it technically did). the only major differences, were the hooves in replacement of paws, the more horse like appearance of the muzzle (or would that be snout, or whatever they call horse faces, either way it was pretty obvious he was a horse now, and a pegasus at that, how weird), and the rather large head and eyes (the head he could understand actually, human brains were a lot larger than horse ones, probably. . .). He eyed his new appearance wearily. eventually deciding that his top half was fine, if a little petite looking, but he had never really worked out, but he had never really pigged out either, so that was fine, he made to remove his pyjama bottoms.

There was a rather generous pause. An outside observer would have noted the pause to be almost a minute and a half. Then they would have noted the very distinctly feminine, and rather loud scream.

Lucas Tracy, recent graduate of William Aberhart high school, currently 18 coming on 19, currently living alone, had just received a rather nasty notice on one of the many thing, that had changed about his body.

Quietly she trudged over to the kitchen, got a bucket of chocolate ice cream, trudged back to her spot underneath the miserable bed, and very vocally sobbed, well downing the entire thing of ice cream, in 5 minutes, then sobbing into the bucket regardless. She belatedly realized what number six on her list should be, and that was ice cream. Because one bucket was not going to be enough, not by a long shot.

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