Alistair Speir: A Narrative Fiction

One of the more poignant moments in the story is when the daughter comes to realize her gullibility in believing the family dog had escaped death to live a long happy life on a farm (Barnet 1205). It is important to realize that this "new" little family is taking care of

The Pict’s dark eyes narrowed. “Your king’s hunger for power and dominance has caused great suffering to my people. Do you know he claims lands that are not rightfully his? Have you any idea how he and his noble knights quash perceived rebellion? In vile and brutal ways, I assure you.”

One night a young girl named Lily Foster is left alone for the night in her very large country house, while her parents drove out of town for a party. This was fine with Lily especially since she had her faithful dog, Scout, and her cell phone. Finally, her parents said, ‘’Be safe and don’t go outside.’’ Lily gave them a hug and said, ‘’Of course and have fun!’’ Once her parents drove off in their car, she made herself something to eat and sat down at the kitchen table.

Sierra had found the mother dog under a rock that used to sit on the cliff above her. Her goal for that afternoon was to pick some berries to make some pie. A little puppy was nudging his mother's motionless body with his snout and whining. Sierra, who was a mending witch, tried to heal the mother dog, but she couldn’t even close the wounds. A task like this was far beyond her ability. The mother had stubby legs, so they could not have been wild dogs. The witch scouted around the bramble and rocks for other puppies, but she found none. The short legged young dog would not make it through another season with its mother. So, Sierra took the only reasonable course of action and put it in her empty basket and headed back through the thicket to go

When I was in seventh grade I came home from school one day to find a dog in my room. “This is Rico,” my sister, Marissa, said. “Whose dog is this?” I asked with excitement. “He’s our dog now. My friend gave him to me because she is no longer able to take care of him,” she explained. Is this really happening? I have a dog? I began to approach him to pet him and he immediately began to bark.

The author talks about how his mother and brother came upon a dog they named "Pretty Girl". It was a very cold and dark night when they saw a dog so badly torn up, starved to the bones, nothing but mange. You could tell this dog had been wandering looking for a home on the fence of survival for a while. When pretty girl finally wandered into a dog house in the authors mothers yard she found a dog house there she spent the night. It wasn't until the next morning when the mother and the brother went out there to check and they found the dog, she was in such bad shape you couldn't even tell it was a dog. The mother so full of love like any mother did not call the vet because she knew the vet would put her down so they began to bathed her and take

Catalina was playing outside the house with Pedro. She was a tall skinny girl, with ivy eyes and a small face. Pedro was a puppy of a german shepherd. They were running, chasing, tackling each other to get the branch. Pedro jumped off of Catalina, and started to run with the branch. “Hey no fair!”, yelled Catalina. She jumped up and started after him. “Catalina! Get Pedro, we are going to the market.”, said Mom. “ Ok, coming,” yelled Catalina,”. She ran over to where Pedro was and grabbed the bone and yelled,”Pedro come here and I win!“.”Arf” barked Pedro.

One day, Andrew and Charley welcomed a new dog to the house. This new dog was a male, who had black fur and a white spot on his nose. He and Charley became fast friends. They played every day; Charley on her leash and Jason

It had been an extremely long Thursday and the nice warm sun had finally disappeared behind the great big mountain tops. The sky was as orange as could be with very few clouds. We had arrived to the neat little area where we would spend the night. It was almost like a zoo, with five boys and a dog sharing a little cabin in St. Elmo that only had one bathroom and two bedrooms. We drove up to the cabin in Shel’s nice air conditioned car. We all got out one by one, Shel first, Jordan next, then Pablo, Dakota and myself. Shel approached the cabin to unlock the door while the rest of us unloaded the car and eager to let Shel’s anxious dog, Molly out. She had been barking the whole ride there. We were outside for the first time since the sun had

“I don’t feel good,” exclaimed the auburned haired girl with the tomboy look and ragged denim jacket. “I don't feel good at all. Where is my dog anyways? He should have been home half an hour ago” She looked around to hopefully find a trace of where her speckled, droopy eared beagle went and then she saw it, a huge contraption about a foot and half taller than ten feet. She ran to PawPaw and said in excitement “what is that huge thing in the barn?”

She sat on the couch watching PBS and indulging in succulent grapes. Flickering across the screen, was an aardvark and his best friend, a bunny, named Buster; some may recognize this description of the amazing show called Arthur and you are the fortunate who have seen it. She was waiting for him to arrive home just like every other night. Her mom was in the kitchen and the smell of chocolate chip cookies wafted from the open kitchen. Where was he?, she wondered, growing impatient like all eight year olds do. Soon car lights broke the darkness of the night and the dog collar was heard running towards the door. He walked in. Her dad always worked late, but when he was finally home, she ran to the man dressed in business attire and was lifted

A family with two young girls come in, interested in buying some hens. I show them around the small animal barn, pointing out my chickens that are for sale. “This is a Leghorn. They are great layers and lay huge white eggs, like the kind that you get at the grocery store. This is an Americana. They lay green, blue, or pink eggs. And this is my Cochin. She’s my sweetest chicken.” I stop at this cage and pull the fluffy chicken out so that the girls can pet her. One girl reaches out and touches her back, before hiding behind her father’s leg again. The other strokes her a few times and comments on the

This one account shows how while many react the same way with the smile and laughs that people of all ages receive from a dog, others cannot have the same reaction and other “small” interactions can mean a milestone or a point of turn around for people needing that stimuli. This is only one of many accounts of accomplishments that take place with the aid of pets. Another case was a man who had just had a stroke and could not retain a long term or a short

She sank to her knees and crawled underneath the table. The frustration was building but she pushed it down and ignored it. Her life was a lot better and more enjoyable if she just ignored it. Stef started with her father, crawling to him and unbuttoning his slacks. She took his cock out and gave the head a small kitten lick. The father smiled and placed a hand on her head, encouraging her to do more. She grumbled quietly to herself before wrapping her lips around him, taking in as much of him as she could. Her mouth stretched and her jaw ached a little as she began to bob her head. Her father’s hand tangled itself

As Shadow headed out the door he collided with Andrew who was eavesdropping. “Oh Shadow, I heard what my Queen said. Come on I’ll help you. This is so exciting I can’t wait to meet her, finally a Queen of my own.” Shadow laughed at Andrew. He sounded like a child on Christmas morning.