Kenzie Clarke
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Stories (2/0)
A Second Chance
For as long as I could remember, I was always drawn to animals, particularly dogs, with an intense desire to help any stray that crossed my path. At eight years old, I experienced my first rescue situation when my neighbor and I found three Rottweiler puppies under a wooden board in a park in our small suburb in Sydney. We ran home to grab blankets and pulled the puppies out, and brought them to my backyard. They were covered in fleas and looked malnourished. We fed them and gave them some water as I tried to devise a plan to convince my parents to let me keep them. When my mom came outside and realized what was going on, she explained that these pups would one day be full size, and with all of the traveling we had planned, it would not be reasonable. We called the RSCPA, an Australian animal rescue, who came and got the pups. Three weeks later, we visited the shelter, and the pups looked healthy and were going to their new homes. It was a special moment that has stayed with me through adulthood and increased my desire to help and to adopt a dog in the future.
By Kenzie Clarke3 years ago in Petlife
The Little Black Book
She was looking for something sharp. The room was dark, with a sliver of sunshine creeping in through the boarded window. Specks of dust clouded the air with every movement Dylan made, making it difficult to breathe. She exhaled slowly, trying to steady her breath as the claustrophobia began to creep in. But now was not the time to allow her panic to consume her. She knew she only had five minutes, maybe ten, at most, before her boss returned home. She began to push through the clutter in the attic. Tattered books with broken spines, worn black cushions, boxes of musty smelling clothing and antique furniture pressed up against the walls where the once-white paint cracked and peeled. Moving as swiftly as she could toward the window, she opened one drawer after another, stumbling over the objects as she went. Cursing as her toe caught on a floorboard, she spotted it. In a long-forgotten corner of the room, a lone screwdriver peeking out at her. Snatching it up, she turned her focus to the rusty steel panel almost perfectly concealed behind the burgundy dresser behind her.
By Kenzie Clarke3 years ago in Criminal