literature
Animals make great literature even greater: from Toto to Wilbur to the three little kittens who lost their mittens.
The Wandering Fox
A flash of red dashed across the countryside, leaping in and out of the wheat fields. His heart raced for fear of an unknown danger that lurked around every corner. Finally, he reached the safety and cover of the woods and darted quickly under a nearby bush. Panting now, he licked his sore pads then groomed down his stray tail fur.
By Autumn Brown6 years ago in Petlife
Bandit vs the Porcupines
This story begins when our hero, Bandit the dog, ran into the woods. She always did this, so we were not aware of the danger. Then we heard the barking, and from out of the woods, she was running back to us, whimpering. This concerned us, so when she approached, we saw them... the quills.
By Nicole Cormier6 years ago in Petlife
The Short Story of Bash
Bash was a dog abandoned by his owner when he was 13-months-old. He slept on the dry desert floor trying hard to stay alive. He hunted like wolves for food, even though he was only a toy poodle with hair as black as charcoal. His soul was as strong as a lion, yet as fearless as a wolf. He was brave, but sometimes he felt as small as he looked. His owner was an abusive man, hitting him when Bash did something wrong and kicking Bash when he was annoyed. Bash just wanted to be loved[ he was lonely.
By Callie Cox6 years ago in Petlife
Fight
I heard the shouts of the club members around me urging me on. "FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!" "I do not fight puppies!" I snarled as I looked down at the puppy. The crowd booed. It was my job to give the club a fight. To entertain them. The gangs and rich dogs paid and I showed them a good time. To do so, I fought. Dogs. "As I have told my managers," I growled, "I. Don't. Fight. Puppies." I glared at the crowd of rich snobs and criminals and I bared my teeth. I watched as the pup cowered in front of me — clearly terrified — from the corner of my eye.
By Isabella Aguirre6 years ago in Petlife
Wolf Girl
“Aye Dios Mio! That poor woman. Eleven years and it still haunts me today," Eduardo took off his hat and looked away from the campfire. “Filipe just barely caught up to me when he saw it himself. He almost looked like a white man! He turned so pale at the sight of her body. When that poor man John Dent first came to us, he was battered and bruised. The storm was rough that night. He pleaded with me and Filipe to help him with his wife who was in labor. Well, we just felt so sorry for him we couldn’t turn him down. So we decided to leave the ranch in the care of your father, Juan. Unfortunately for John, God struck him with his wrath. He was electrocuted on the spot. After burying the body, we continued on to help the woman. There was no helping John anymore now but we could probably help his poor wife at least. But the storm proved too powerful and we were forced to wait it out. When the storm passed, we headed towards the place he had given us directions to. But I guess they weren’t in God’s good favor because when we got to the cabin, the wife was dead, just as her husband. Except instead of being electrocuted, the wolves got to her instead. Tore her into pieces. I guess the only way they’ll be remembered now is by their gruesome fates.”
By Rachel LaBoyteaux6 years ago in Petlife
The Red and the White Beauty
Red flows through the snow covered forest as the snow falls, each footstep silent as the red runs from the evil behind her, the blonde hair flowing around the red, her red lips moist with vapor, blue eyes looks for a safe place to hide. Red runs through the moon lit forest, cold and lost, frightened by the darkness, she runs until she cant run anymore.
By Sierra Costanzo7 years ago in Petlife