Writing Prompt

Jasper started the day as usual with a mug of steaming hot coffee to wake himself up. While his was waiting for the coffee to kick in he busied himself with opening a tin of cat food for Micah. As he turned round to put the food in his bowl he stopped, noticing that Micah hadn’t touched his dinner from the night before. Something was very wrong! Usually Micah would be all over Jasper when he heard...

“I don’t know what all the fuss is about, actually.” Jones lifted his right hand in front of his face and regarded his palm, displeased.

His eyes still twinkled in his head like almond stars; the corners of his mouth curved upward in a cruel, sneering smile. Again he turned those beautiful, bright eyes towards me.

“You’ll still feed me of course,” he said authoritatively, “but none of that can...

“Pain. Food. Sleep. Repeat. Is that all life is?,”

Barked the severely malnourished and life deprived creature.

“QUIET! I don’t want as much as another peep out of you dexter!”

A young, bulky woman belches as she kicks a sickly old dog out into the rain. The dog struggled to get back on all fours, but the woman didn’t care to wait. She hastily slammed the door. He only sought out a life away fro...