Okay, here goes (I'm sure I heard that from somewhere before...oh well).
He left at Dawn. Nope, that wont do. It was a rainy Sunday morning. No that wont do either. One last try...
I had a dog once. His name was Fred. We took him to a place down the road and left him there. As we were leaving, we heard him barking loudly. It wasn't really a bark, more like a moan. I couldn't listen to it much longer. I had to cup my hands and cover my ears with them so that I couldn't hear the noises that Fred was making. It was the end. A part of me had been torn from my insides as every step I made took me further away from my best friend. I turned to look at my dad, who was walking cooly, almost as if he had no feelings. My mother was behind. I could see a tear running down her face. I knew that she was sad to see him go. I then heard a shriek coming from what was now a dot in amongst the trees and bushes. That was when my Fred had died. This was when his barking and his energy would be lost forever.
Dont ask. It never happened and it was the worst idea I had in months. I know it was a crap story, its just that bloody Perkin guy in my school had turned up and I had to do it as fast as possible before he came in to have a sneaky look at what I was doing. He did that a lot when he used to teach me. Sneakily looking at my work and shouting out almost how bad my work is. Oh well, its not like I would wish to trade my soul in for a quick bit of time travel.
flameofpheonix · Fri Feb 25, 2005 @ 08:48am · 3 Comments |