Creative Writing: A Simple Dog

I don’t know when the consultant will visit again, and we need more supplies for the office.

About me? I'm a book fanatic, love to write and being in the forest. Peace and quiet may very well be my favorite things on earth. I also have dog Tipper who pees on everything and I don't believe a word that person says if they have the moniker, "Expert" My goldfish Milli recently died, burials at sea are always tough. I still have ever been able to figure out how high is "up"? I know for a fact that it's impossible to hate pizza and nachos. And, I don't know if I'll ever truly get author bios. If, an author's life was so interesting that people are dying to know about it, than why do the spend all day writing fiction. Want to know anything else? Just

A soft thump behind you breaks the unnatural silence and you turn your head to face it; barely spotting the driders head before her fangs sink into your neck, sending pulse after pulse of calming warmth directly into your bloodstream. Your attempt to scream produces only a long, slurred groan as the venom flows into you, numbing you from the head to toe within seconds. With your mouth hung open, neck slightly turned you are paralysed before you even realize what is happening, becoming trapped inside your own body as the venom strips you of control.

Clemmie cried. ‘I don’t know what to do, or what to say, because I’ve never died before.’

It seemed like an average day, when suddenly, Brooke’s mother and father said they wouldn't be home all day and they trusted that she takes care of Anthony and her dog Gunner while they’re away. They also said Anthony and she would get grounded from electronics for three days if they weren’t on our best behavior. However, because Brooke’s living with the world’s biggest troublemaker as a little brother, it’s a hard achievement to receive. While Brooke was cleaning the dishes, Anthony toke Gunner out to the back of our house. At first, she thought nothing of it, what could possibly go wrong? Ordinarily, it’s healthy for any dog to get some fresh air. Then, without warning, Brooke heard the gate creak open and heard Gunner scampered like a lightning

“Wahoo!” Billy screamed out as Ryan gave a rebel yell. Johnny then quickly brought the pickup to a stop yelling back to them, “Shut up! Shut up, you guys,” as he scowled through the rear window, but it was too late. They’re screams of enjoyment hadn’t gone unnoticed. It was like a bout of déjà vu had hit Johnny, Ryan, and Billy all at the same time as they watched scores of the dead pouring back out of the forested area behind the homes on Buffalo Avenue. The pickup sat almost at the exact spot to which Johnny had decapitated the little girl with a shotgun blast several hours earlier, her body only several yards away. “Hold on!” he yelled as he slammed the shifter into drive and pinned the throttle to the floor. The Black Beast rear

I now stood in the empty hall. The walls were made of cold cobblestone, lined neatly forming the long hallway to the feeding room. The building, Mrs. Reed’s residence was an old castle created from stone and iron. The hallway was dark only being illuminated by infrequent sconces sitting on the walls two inches below the ceiling. There were no windows as the residents of the castle, being stalkers of the night, had an incredible aversion towards the beating rays of the sun. Before me was the feeding-room door, where the creatures that lived in the castle fed upon their provided pints of blood every evening at midnight. I stopped, intimidated and trembling. What a miserable little poltroon had fear, engendered of unjust punishment, made of

A large field was broken up by two rows of trees creating a small square section with dense cattails covering most of it. A mix of knee high grass and alfalfa covered the rest. Luke, Billy, and I decided it would be best to start on one side and push the birds to the other, staying away from the tree line. We quietly stepped out of the truck and safely loaded our guns. Once we were ready, I went to the bed. Luke’s dog, Chase, and my dog, Ruby, watched eagerly wagging their tails, waiting for the door to open. When I opened the kennel doors, both dogs jumped out bursting with energy.

“Glad you two were able to come in at the last minute.” Coates pointed them towards the seats in the interview room. It was best for her to head up the interview, giving it a softer approach from a feminine perspective.

The eyes of the painting followed me as I passed it. I was chilled to the

“I’m sorry, Sherry, but I don’t.” He remembered seeing a 24-hour Walmart up the highway and drove there.

I banged my head against my pillow. “I don’t want to go run a mile!” I shouted. I waited for a response, there was none. Suddenly, my door flew open. For a few moments, no one was there. Suddenly, my mom came running in.

When their parents entered their room, Charlie watched as Maggie walked to the window and kept her back to them. They could all tell she was upset about something. Looking at Elliot, she pushed herself up further in the bed, as Callum grabbed Ian and took a seat on the chair next to her.

“WHAT?!” Alicia shouts. “Mamade, your card has been declined?” A middle age women politely says to Alicia. “That’s not possible! I demand that you check again!” Alicia barks at her. The middle age woman gives her forced smile and slides the black card again. “Sorry Mam. It seems the account has been close.”

However you were reminded of that very suddenly one morning, at 1 o'clock when your phone started buzzing against your nightstand.