Bullshit Bred: A Short Story

Ashley raced through the aisles to find the perfect lip color to match her brand new, soft pink dress. She scavenged down each and every aisle looking closely for the crowning color. As she tore every lipstick off the shelf, a soft pink color all the way in the back, caught her eye. She quickly snatched it before anyone could get to it. Ashley stroked the beautiful packaging thinking about how perfect the light pink color would match her pale skin, her jet black hair and her pink dress. As she obsessed over the color, she noticed the label. Out of curiosity, she simply read what it had to say. This product is tested on animals, read. Ashley quickly put it back on the shelf. She didn’t want anything to do with that lip color. By buying this lipstick, she felt that she would be betraying her dog. She knew that animal testing killed thousands of dogs each year. She knew that animal testing killed millions of animals each year. She knew that she had no desire to support this cruel act. Like Ashley, many people protest against animal testing. Animal testing is inaccurate, there are many alternatives, and it is just cruel. This is why animal testing should not be permitted in the United States.

It was a dark and cold halloween night me and my friend Toony were trick or treating and these kids that were bullies at our local school were following us calling our names saying means things. So we ran and ran as fast as we could they didn’t catch up because they weren’t in the best of shape but we were. So once they were no longer in sight me and Toony started to walk we didn't see them for the rest of the night that we knew of but once we were about two miles away from my house. We heard a noise the bullies came storming out of the woods almost scared me half to death so we ran and ran they started getting closer which was a surprise so we just ran into this abandoned house where we hid out for the night. After about 3 hours they had

Pretending has become second nature to me. When around friends and family, I camouflage my hurt and pain. However, I can glare at anyone and make them believe I feel normal. Yet, if people saw a glimpse beneath the surface they see a broken girl.

A quote once said by Frederick the Great states; “A dog is a man’s best friend.” There are millions of dog lovers across the world, I’m speaking to many in this class right now, so dog lovers, have you ever thought about this? Imagine walking into a pet store and looking around at all the different kinds of animals, and then your eyes are set on the dogs. You just can’t decide what one you want. One of the main key facts about choosing the right dog is considering where it is raised and many dog owners don’t. Some of the dogs could have been raised in a puppy mill. Puppy mills are a problem in the U.S today. And the problem with puppy mills is the effect they have on the dog itself and even the owner.

Over the last couple hundred years, this world has expanded beyond its horizons and the new equipment and technology has allowed humans to advance in many areas, but has also damaged the basic ethics and morals of some. Today on television, one will see the over dramatized body spray commercials or the famous celebrity advertising their most favorable shampoo and stating its claims, but what most do not know is that a couple or couple hundred, animals were killed to approve, by law, of that product. This act is called animal testing, and its method is used in many companies for their products to be released. I do not agree with this practice simply because it harms innocent animals for products that we do not need to survive or remain with. I believe animal testing harms and tortures, innocent and helpless animals, by containing them in tight spaces, with chemicals drenched on their skin for several hours to see how they might react or the effects to analyze what worked and what did not work. My claim on this topic is that animal testing should be not be legal in any country or required for products to sell because I feel that their are alternative ways and I see many

Although not an intellectual experience in the traditional sense, I learned something new along every step of the way. The fashion of the 60’s and 70’s was just downright tacky. Drywall used now is much thinner than what was used in the 50’s when his house was built. Blow-in insulation is no longer used in modern homes, although fiberglass has remained an important raw material used in insulation. Carpet pads are much higher quality today, but the tack strips used in the 50’s were made more durably. I learned first hand in a way I never could have during a class or extracurricular activity, and this is why this intellectual experience was so rewarding for

Soon after a car pulled up to the scene with three guys who stepped out. Taking a minute to stare at the family down into the ditch, they began communicating. The children were in shock from being involved in this bizarre accident, only able to shout at the guys that they have just been in an accident. The grandmother still in a frenzy gathering her thoughts together blurted out ‘We rolled over twice’ but then the older guy corrected her saying he saw the accident (possibly from afar) and saw the car roll over ‘once’ he said. The unfortunate part of this predicament came as the grandmother studied the man a bit more. she seemed to recognize him so she begun to stare more intensely at his face as he spoke. She soon noticed that he was ‘The Misfit’ who had escaped from prison.

After stroking his chin a few times, Michael leaned in closer to the man in a way that demanded his undivided attention.

Who knew after drinking just only two rounds that Neji can be like this? You sigh, smacking your head as your friend drank the last drop of alcohol from his shot glass. You vow to yourself that if Neji wanted to drink, it will only be at home and not at a bar. Just thinking about carrying him all the way to his house will be a very long journey, especially when it feels like you are carrying a dead person on your back. You also made a mental note that Neji is not a heavy drinker like you were. Just two shot glass and he’s already done?

The day I was made was nice and sunny, probably. I wouldn’t know because the time I was in the world there was chaos. I originated in the oven of a nice house. There was a black circular object that I think was supposed to be a pizza. There wasn’t a good view of the house from the oven, so I decided to move to the rest of the kitchen. The feeling of this world was remarkable but overwhelming. I needed more. I must consume it all. I engulfed the whole kitchen, embracing the power I have over this world. This power isn’t enough though. I spread to the rest of the house, where I see a girl. She was asleep, I must not be intimidating enough. I will see her scream before the end of her lousy life. I was about to wake her, but she woke up on her

Valentina padded quietly down the short hallway and let out a long, slow breath before she stepped around the corner, and then back into the kitchen. She found Cole stirring his mashed potatoes and her meal in the microwave, where she walked over to watch the black container spin. It crossed her mind to thank him for starting her food for her, but he spoke up and cut her off before the thought could cross her lips. He wanted to know about the tapes. Of course, she knew the conversation was going to happen, but she was rather hoping she’d get to sleep first.

As Father's Day was coming up, Susie decided to take her daughter to the local shopping center to find an amazing gift. Penny, the daughter, strutted down the stairs in high heels and in a sparkly fancy dress. She looked like a movie star ready to walk the red carpet. The mother looked in confusion but did not say a word, the two hours it took Penny to get ready left the mother in a state of annoyance and longing for the errand to be taken care of.

Last email before I start my homework (I took a shower). You know I am randomly super cautious now since I know I am yours about what I eat. I want to live to 92 so I can see you hit 100.

Once upon a time a beautiful young girl by the name of Anastasia lived in a small village in England with her family. Anastasia was 20 years young and she blossomed with creativity. Anastasia’s physical appearance was very attention getting. She had long, blonde, wavy hair. She had beautiful blue eyes that were as blue as a robins egg. Sometimes when she would walk in town men would stop and stare at her. One time when she was walking to the farmer’s market, a boy on a bicycle was watching her and he ran into a telephone pole! Anastasia did not look for attention but a lot of it was drawn towards her because of her beauty. People would pay close attention to her when she was out and about, but when she was in her hometown people would talk

I said, "Who's that girl there?" I wonder what went wrong So that she had to roam the streets She don't do major credit cards I doubt she does receipts