Wednesday, December 06, 2006
"The chocolate Labrador puppy had been wandering around the house for hours poking his nose into every little nook. He was doing fine until he came to the top of steps that went down tothe basement. He spend several minutes trying to figure out what to do. Then he..." (Using a dog as inspiration I wrote...)
What was going on? They had gone away and he was not in his big wire kennel. Did they forget? After several minutes, Kipper laid down, but kept his ears cocked and his eyes trained on the door where his family had exited.
Waking, Kipper was immediately on his feet and running. Down the hall, over the bed, back down the hall and under the table. Finally stoppng to lap his fill of water. Now he began checking along the base of the cupboards. Nothing this time so he continued to the other places that were most likely to yield a tidbit.
Where was everyone? This wasn't right. Sniffing along, he came to the couch. He was now tall enoguht to place his head on the cuchion. Why not? He jumped, walked back and forth, then curled to rest his head on his paws. It was confrotable here but every time he drifted off, he thought he heard something.
His crate door was open. He jumped down and went in. Soon he rolled onto his back and began snoring.
What was going on? They had gone away and he was not in his big wire kennel. Did they forget? After several minutes, Kipper laid down, but kept his ears cocked and his eyes trained on the door where his family had exited.
Waking, Kipper was immediately on his feet and running. Down the hall, over the bed, back down the hall and under the table. Finally stoppng to lap his fill of water. Now he began checking along the base of the cupboards. Nothing this time so he continued to the other places that were most likely to yield a tidbit.
Where was everyone? This wasn't right. Sniffing along, he came to the couch. He was now tall enoguht to place his head on the cuchion. Why not? He jumped, walked back and forth, then curled to rest his head on his paws. It was confrotable here but every time he drifted off, he thought he heard something.
His crate door was open. He jumped down and went in. Soon he rolled onto his back and began snoring.
comment for anyone reading these: I am not hung up on the morbid thoughts coming through in many of these replies. I just have a story line in my mind that keeps trying to get written.
"She wasn't sure what woke her up. She pretended to still be asleep, but she opened her eyes just a crack. All she could see was darkness. Kim was abut to go back to sleep when" she heard the string to the bare bulb that hung from the ceiling being jerked. The covers disappeared over the foot of the bed.
Pulling herself into a fetal position, Kim pleaded, "No, please, no."
The calloused hand gripped Kim's hair and, as if she was shaking out a bed sheet, brought Kim into a standing position. "How dare you! You think you can get away with it. Well, you can't . You are a worthless piece of crap."
Staring at the broom handle being raised over Mother's head Kim snapped.
"She wasn't sure what woke her up. She pretended to still be asleep, but she opened her eyes just a crack. All she could see was darkness. Kim was abut to go back to sleep when" she heard the string to the bare bulb that hung from the ceiling being jerked. The covers disappeared over the foot of the bed.
Pulling herself into a fetal position, Kim pleaded, "No, please, no."
The calloused hand gripped Kim's hair and, as if she was shaking out a bed sheet, brought Kim into a standing position. "How dare you! You think you can get away with it. Well, you can't . You are a worthless piece of crap."
Staring at the broom handle being raised over Mother's head Kim snapped.
Sunday, December 03, 2006
Another Blip
"I knelt down and slowly started picking up the pieces of the shattered vase. The roses were already wilting."
Why was she so violent? What had I done? She hated me and always had. Over and over she'd told me that I was the cause of all her miseries. I was worse than all her other eight children put together. She wished I had never been born and she prayed for the day I would be gone.
Only when I flet the prick and saw the blood on my finger did I begin to cry.
"I knelt down and slowly started picking up the pieces of the shattered vase. The roses were already wilting."
Why was she so violent? What had I done? She hated me and always had. Over and over she'd told me that I was the cause of all her miseries. I was worse than all her other eight children put together. She wished I had never been born and she prayed for the day I would be gone.
Only when I flet the prick and saw the blood on my finger did I begin to cry.
Written from Blip from Tropical Screamer
"She walked as quietly as she could down the dark, rain slicked back street. The dampness of the air and crisp breeze chilled her to the bone.
She knew it was stupid for her to be walking alone in the middle of the night" but the idea of surprising her sister with her arrival from California had seemed like such a wonderful idea. The Greyhound had been late but she had caught the last city bus, ridden it to the end of the line, and begun the five-block walk. Now she pulled the scarf tighter around her head and bent into the cold Michigan wind that she had all but forgotten.
A car came from behind her, slowing as it neared her. Holding her breath, Carol kept her eyes down and her feet moving. The car accelerated and with a sigh, she looked up to note the two young male occupants. She was safe. Oh, no. The car was turning around. Again it slowed. Carol was careful to keep her head turned away. Soon the car had made another turn around and came to a crawl beside her. The passenger asked the question, "Want a ride?"
Carol tired to ignore him as he repeated the question. Suddenly she turned to the car and asked, "Tony?"
"Carol? Is that really my adventurous sister come back home?"
"She walked as quietly as she could down the dark, rain slicked back street. The dampness of the air and crisp breeze chilled her to the bone.
She knew it was stupid for her to be walking alone in the middle of the night" but the idea of surprising her sister with her arrival from California had seemed like such a wonderful idea. The Greyhound had been late but she had caught the last city bus, ridden it to the end of the line, and begun the five-block walk. Now she pulled the scarf tighter around her head and bent into the cold Michigan wind that she had all but forgotten.
A car came from behind her, slowing as it neared her. Holding her breath, Carol kept her eyes down and her feet moving. The car accelerated and with a sigh, she looked up to note the two young male occupants. She was safe. Oh, no. The car was turning around. Again it slowed. Carol was careful to keep her head turned away. Soon the car had made another turn around and came to a crawl beside her. The passenger asked the question, "Want a ride?"
Carol tired to ignore him as he repeated the question. Suddenly she turned to the car and asked, "Tony?"
"Carol? Is that really my adventurous sister come back home?"
