Dusk falls upon the neighborhood. A middle-aged man, with a flashlight in his hand, is running down the street. He is clean-shaven but has messy brown hair. He wears nice dress pants and a blue button up shirt. The sleeves are rolled up, and there are wet sweat marks under his arms and on his chest. He desperately searches in all directions as he runs. He looks behind a bush. He looks behind a parked car. He continues frantically down the street. A small boy is at a park. He has brown frizzy hair and a bright red shirt. He slowly climbs on the play set. When he reaches the top, he looks around. The man continues to run down the street. The boy goes down the slide. It is dark now. The man meanders up to his front door. His head is bowed …show more content…
He looks under a parked truck. He pulls his phone out of his pocket. There are no new messages. He continues jogging down the street. In the distance he sees the park. He begins to run faster. When he arrives, he sees the small boy and the dog in the grass. He runs up to them and crouches down. He reaches into his back pocket and pulls out a thin rope leash. He hooks it to the dog's collar and pats the dog's head. The two of them walk back towards the sidewalk. The dog looks back at the boy, but the man tugs his collar and he follows. The small boy begins to cry. There is a middle-aged woman sitting on a bench. She comes over and picks the boy up. She hushes him while rocking him in her …show more content…
The man is wearing jeans and a t-shirt. His dog leads the way down the sidewalk. When they arrive at the park, the man sits down on the bench. The dog stands at his feet and looks around. The man lets out a soft sigh and reaches down to pet the dog's head. He pulls a book out of his bag and begins to read. When he notices the dog is still standing there, he pushes down on the dog's rear end. The dog sits, but immediately stands back up. The man pushes again, and again the dog rises, so he returns to his book. A few moments later, he feels the leash begin to slide through his hands. The dog is walking towards the small boy on the other side of the park. Without looking up, the man tightens his grip on the leash, and softly tugs back until the dog returns. He continues to read. When he puts the book down, he sees before him the small boy sitting in the grass. Next to the boy is the dog, with its head in the boy's lap. The man looks at them for a moment, then pulls out his wallet. Inside is a picture of a different boy sitting with his dog in the same manner the two before him do now. He looks back and forth between them and the picture. He slowly shakes his head as a sad smile creeps across his face. He extends his hand with the leash towards the boy. The boy takes it. The dog immediately jumps up, its ears and tail sticking straight up. The boy begins to run and play. The dog chases after him, wagging its tail. The man just sits and watches, a much
on. Then he went on. Well when he gets there he sees a cur pup (a mix breed dog) and his uncle. training bluetick hounds. He asks his uncle about the cur and his uncle doesn’t.
At lunch the children are rowdy and need to be calmed down. The father says, "Maybe we could try a little quiet today." The girl replies, "You sound like your tombstone. Remember what you wanted it to say?" Her brother joins in by saying, "Today will be a quiet day. Because it never is around us." (Hempel 1204). Shortly after completing their meal, the girl asks about her dog. "Did anyone remember to feed him?" she asks (Hempel 1205). The boy again brings death into the picture by saying that he forgot to feed the dog and then proceeds to remind her about her previous dog. She was told the dog was taken to a sheep farm where, in reality, the dog was put to sleep. Naturally, the girl began to cry.
Relieved that the puppy held his bladder long enough to get outside the boy sat down underneath a tree and waited for the puppy to finish his business. The puppy, after relieving himself, began to playfully nip at the boy’s arm happy that his playmate came down to a level where they could both play. Understanding the cue, the boy began to roll the puppy over and they enacted in a mock dogfight. Not taking the game seriously the puppy began to lick the boy’s face, causing the boy to laugh. It was at that time the boy’s mother came out the door and whisked him and the puppy out to the barn.
boy is very bored after shopping with his mom. However, he sees a pet store next to
The Creature That Opened My Eyes Sympathy, anger, hate, and empathy, these are just a few of the emotions that came over me while getting to know and trying to understand the creature created by victor frankenstein in Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein. For the first time I became completely enthralled in a novel and learned to appreciate literature not only for the great stories they tell but also for the affect it could have on someones life as cliché as that might sound, if that weren’t enough it also gave me a greater appreciation and understanding of the idiom “never judge a book by its cover.” As a pimply faced, insecure, loner, and at most times self absorbed sophomore in high school I was never one to put anytime or focus when it came time
I arrive home around 11:00 p.m. to a sleeping wife and child. I walked into my daughter Emily’s nursery to give her a kiss goodnight. I leaned in and placed my lips on her forehead as she lightly opened her eyes. I rubbed her back and sang softly to put her back to sleep.
It is 6:25 in the morning. The outside is still pitch black; there is no hint of sunlight coming through the curtain. It will be hours before sunrise. I can barely see my fingers in front of my face.
The farmer came running and her friends started screaming back at her telling her to run. Silverado could see the farmer run to his pick-up truck and grab his gun. When he has it firmly in his hands he starts sprinting to Silverado and the coyote. Silverado could see his eyes go between her and coyote as he got closer to them. Silverado whipped her head back to the coyote and could see that the coyote was getting worried.
The snow was plain and white, frozen in a sheet of plastic. It suffocated the rolling hills and chilled every tree branch to the bone. It was an old snow, aged with speckles of dirt. Everyday, the sun would arrive in all its glory, pouring out light and warmth to spread across the earth.
The next day Marley puts a sign up that says he found a dog and told what color she was and lots of other things. Three days went past and no one came to their house and got the dog. The fourth day came and the dog’s owner came and the dog’s real name was Sally. The owner’s name was Dave and he said I think you found my dog. Marley asked him what she did when she needed to go out and use the bathroom, he said she whines at the door. Marley was really upset and he had to give Sally back to Dave the
I met the man to pick my choice of dog. I was brought into a room and in this room was a basket overflowing with sleeping puppies. They were two months old black and white but also a few brindle. Some had escaped and wandered off walking. Each one was five hundred dollars, not a price that bothered me since I saved enough for this. This small half black and white face male puppy really caught my attention. “That one!” Nothing was changing my mind on that. That puppy was going to be Bentley. All of my life, I had waited for this. He makes his arrival to his new
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My daughter hooked her finger into mine, and we walked side by side. Our hands swung back and forth in leisure in the same rhythm with our foot steps like two solders marched down the street. My daughter's eyes were busy looking every objects at the front yards. Sometimes, our head tilted back and our eyes looked up to followed the sound of birds chirping overhead. We saw no sign of birds but a ceiling of dense oak leaves.
The mans heart was racing as he ran, he had his flashlight in his hand, but his other hand was empty, wait… wasn’t his knife in his other… but alas, it wasn’t there. He must have dropped it when he started to run! That was the only weapon that he could possibly fight back with.
One of the most unique creatures are fish. As I am sitting here in my room, my fish are swimming about with not a care in the world. I wonder what it would feel like to be a fish.