Creative Writing: Dog Tipper

“Yes I am dad.” Kevin screaming at the top of his lungs,” Mr.Cromwell needs to go!” While Howie and Kevin argued ,Cromwell was over there eating Kevin’s breakfast, waffles. It was too late, Howie and Kevin turned around ,the waffles were gone.Kevin and Howie went straight over to doggy daycare. Cromwell had stayed 1 hour knowing he wanted to leave.

Earlier today, you and Murphy were partnered up and assigned for hunting duties. During the hunt, the both of you were attacked by grounders and are badly injured. Especially Murphy. He risked his life fighting the grounders, so you wouldn’t get hurt. Luckily, you two go away, but an hour into the journey back to camp, Murphy fainted due to mass blood loss.

I heard all the groups talking at once all the counselors telling girls what to do. “ Anya come on’’ Evelyn told me in a little bit of a harsh way “what ?” I asked “were getting life jackets” explained Evelyn. Me and Evelyn were doing the tippy test with the canoes. We were at camp newaygo, were us and two of are other friend were doing a week long sleep away camp and one of the thing that me and Evelyn did was going canoeing and today was our last day, and we were doing the tippy test were you practice what would happen when you fall in the water. “Anya” said Evelyn now sounding mad. “Oh ya sorry I was spacing out” I explained as I tried to hide my embarrassment.

Dipper let out a soft yawn, feeling fresh air from around him enter his lungs. He felt the bark against his back, and enjoyed the amount of green grass and forest trees. His eyesight were currently caught between the journals in front of him, and the forest around him.

Thanks for the note, I have been swamped today and just getting a change to respond. As usual, I will support you and your team any way that I can; it was just disheartening to hear at each location that I went to that you were telling people that I had put you and your team in a rat pee infested room. I would not put 'anyone' in that space in its current condition, much less an O6. The reason that is hurt so much, was I had put my other work aside and was out trying to arrange for it to be cleaned.

So if you’re riding a strapping 4 or 5-year-old, keep in mind that his skeleton isn’t fully mature yet! He might not grow visibly bigger, but his body is still developing into its adult form and that may continue until he’s past his 6th birthday. So be careful not to yank his neck or slam on his back. Horses whose backs are still fusing are more vulnerable to back injuries and structural damage from riding.

She's standing across the battlefield, face straight as ever. Her Arcanine is absolutely towering over Green and his growlithe at a little over 7 feet.

It was almost like plunging into a pool of cold water. My ears popped, and I was near to wincing as the pressure squeezed in tighter, creating that unpleasant sensation when you dive to the bottom of a deep pool. And even though my mouth wasn’t open when I jumped into the mirror, there was this metallic taste lingering on my tastebuds. When I neared toward the other side, my eyes inadvertently snapped open, and I was able to see the hazy outline of my reflection backed up to the wall, clinging to it for safety, as if I were some rabid wolf.

in my diary. “ so my mom talked to me yesterday and told me ____ was murdered. Shot. At first I did not know what to feel or even how to, I never got to fully know the kid. I am just angry, sad, and confused, I do not know how to feel. Maybe that's how I grieve… Mom told me not to tell anyone but I told Re before she got the chance. I am so hurt that he is gone and my dad is off his feet, I do not know what to do I'm scared I just hate guns. Re keeps asking me if I'm ok and sometimes I do not even know. He was a good kid he did not deserve for his life to be ripped away from him. So much has happened in these last two years I don't know whether to scream, laugh, or cry. I'm not trying to dramatic I'm just lost I feel lost. Who would do something like that?”

“He was bit by a snake but no poison was injected making it a dry bite,” the doctor said “but there is a mild infection and with some ointment he will be fine.” She sighed with relief. The doctor went in the back and came back with a prescription. My mom took my dog and the prescription and got in the car. As my mom drove home she thought to herself that next time we should pay more attention while

Kevin might do was to get Cromwell and become a dog trainer. Kevin will have Cromwell trained to jump fences jump though rings etc. Kevin is way too young for that kind of stuff I know because Kevin still needs to ask his parents on what to do. Kevin has a plan to ask his friends to help him in training Cromwell. Each of his friends will have a specific course chosen by themselves to see how much Cromwell has learned and what it will learn. The first thing Cromwell will learn is jumping through rings Kevin is holding a ring as Cromwell runs then jumps through it. The first try Cromwell was distracted by a squirrel and was about to chase it but one of Kevin's friends grabbed it just in time.

The silence echoes around the room, dripping from the walls and puddling in her head. She takes a step in the direction of the swirling dark tower. It erupts from the ground like a bone from the skin of a child. Her feet feel like weights, trying to hold her back, keep her from the pain. But there is something that keeps her going, some sort of sick twisted part of herself she keeps hidden in the depths of her mind. She reaches the base of the tower and looks up.

Redish-brown hair with a slightly elevated mohawk, big eyes, brave heart, and a crazy personality. Ryder lived in a farmhouse with his mother and father on a never ending field. A distant whisper was heard about a mythical witch who was known to be extremely dangerous. When Ryder’s parents first heard of the witch, they were smart enough to ask questions and investigate about her in order to keep their family safe. Despite the time it took for them to find out, the witch’s secret was all they needed. The fields produced and supplied her with her magic. The witch was nothing without the ground, because it was nature who gave her powers. She was known to be wicked and unpredictable to those who upset her. During the time Ryder was at a young

After the Mayday race when Gretchen and I heard the person announcing the winner which was Squeaky, but at the next day in the papers there was a mistake at the mayday race. The race was a close one, but Gretchen won the race by 1.5 centimeters, “I couldn’t believe it after all of these races that I won now my streak has ended.” later at 5:30 I was trying to find Gretchen then found her at the park down at Freewill Ave. I told her.

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.