Personal Narrative-Creative Story

My mom smiles more. “You’re not even my daughter. You’re just an orphan. An orphan that my husband adopted. The only reason I didn’t kill you before is because he loved you. Well, he’s dead now. So I guess there’s no more need for you to be here. Isn’t that right, dearie?”

The voice is deep, "I didn't know it would be this easy. You practically fell in front of me to get me. I ain't saying no to a hot creature begging for a crazy night." I can feel the smirk form along this dog's face. I shove him off me, or attempt to. His weight is unbearable compared to my arm muscle, instead I had simply shifted him so that his face was on my chest. His eyes lit up, just as my anger did. As if it was an instinct, my knee jerks up and

Once again, his words were met with a desolate silence, and fearing he had said the wrong thing, he started to apologize, but Tom’s soft voice cut him off. “I just wanna go home.”

"Although you may be right. I just don't think that he needs to know, about this. He has so much on his mind already, a baby, should be the least of his worries. Forgive me if I sound prude, but Tom you're right. He means something to me. That's why I'm going to let him go."

“You loved him! Didn’t you?” I can hear in his voice he is holding back tears.

" Grab on! Here catch!" I yelled as I threw two wet rags at my paw.

For some reason, whenever I pick him up and hold his brush in my other hand, he runs away. His ears are bent backwards, fangs are bared, and his claws slide out. I can always feel his claws digging into my flesh before he springs away.

Veerah was crying. How awful might this be? He thumbed away a tear. “Tell me.”

I noticed after we had her for almost a year, she wasn 't fond of me. As I sat talking on the phone one night I noticed her hunched behind the chair, wiggling her back feet quickly as if she was about to pounce her prey. The more I inquired of her disposition, the more I was certain she was about to pounce me. Quickly she came out to attack my leg, walked off to the side, shook

I couldn't believe what I was witnessing. His body made a hard impact on the ruthless concrete that caught his fall. In a blink of an eye, I dropped to my knees and was now wrapping my arms around his lifeless body, hoping my warmth would bring him back. But to my disappointment, his body was still. I let my numb fingers gently graze his bitterly cold skin. For every second my finger tips came in contact with his skin, my heart shattered even more. I choke back a sob when I dared to make eye contact with his blank ones. My mouth was uncontrollably spewing out apologies to the love of my life. I was sorry. I was in pain. My body was numb while my heart sunk, and my stomach twisted into a bitter

“All of it’s gone.” This was weird. He must of left to go somewhere when he went missing. We asked some people in town if they knew where their pets were before they went missing. Some of them started crying, others didn’t know anything, but one woman said her dog would go to the forest every day and one day the dog never came back. She too started crying after that. We each went back to our houses and slept.

I look down again. Mom runs to the kitchen and grabs some treats. The pungent smell makes my face crinkle. I run outside and hear his bark on the other side of the street. I begin sprinting. I hear the bark and it sounds like he’s moving up and down the street.

I glare at him, hoping he really would piss his pants out of fear one day.

There's footsteps, coming down the stairs, and then I can see an outline of... someone. They look enormous from where I'm lying, descending with thuds, as if carrying numerous things and trying to balance.

She yanked me out of the brush and raked her claws over my abdomen all the way up to my neck, trying to get at my organ.