Writing Prompt

Mia and Winnifred are inseparable. They just get each other. From to moment they met they just clicked. Mia loves that Winnifred doesn’t judge her. She accepts her for who and what she is. Winnifred can sit with Mia in a companionable silence that Mia has never experienced before. The fact that Winnifred is a dog doesn’t change anything for Mia.

Winnifred wakes up every morning right before the ...

Anna’s cat was a mysterious creature, always sneaking around behind her owner’s back, leaving in the middle of the night to go to shady places, that kind of thing. Though deep down, the cat, whom Anna had named Shadow, was kind-hearted and highly protective of those she loved. Shadow would never back down when it came to fighting for her owner… or just fighting in general. Even with her sweet side...

I’m toliet trained, took awhile to learn, but I now find it very easy. I love going for long walks and stopping neighbors with a smile or a kiss. When I see that brush coming out of the drawer, I get excited. The feeling of having my hair brushed relaxes me. Swimming is one of my hobbies, but ,dislikes going to the beauty parlor to get shampooed, a haircut and nails done. When I come out of that p...

There once was a dragon,

a dragon named Dog,

whose hide was as night,

and whose eyes were as fog,

this dragon named Dog,

breathed both fire and ice,

was as feared on the earth,

as it was in the skies,

and Dog had a rider,

a man like a Titan,

fearless in battle

—— though his name was Frightened...

The dog has golden locks, deep blue eyes, and an endearing but derpy smile. The dog seems very vocal and relaxed. It looks compassionate and understanding. It is very passionate about the things it likes. On certain days it is quite irritable. On others, it is very hyper and not able to focus well. It is very social and it loves the outdoors. The dog loves the summer. It has a complicated relation...

Everyone forgets they exist

a nonexistent breed

a discarded animal

Small and fragile

Sensitive to your words

Mixed personality

And cold easily

Loves the shower

Hates the rain

Loves to eat

Hates to clean

Naps are life

A way to be gone

but still be here

Hates loud sounds

Loves people

most of the time

curious

intuitive

interested

My pup and me

against the world...

The tortoise was a dusty old thing, barely hanging onto life. Its toothless maw gaped slightly in that puckered sort of way, parched of the youth it yearned for. Each wrinkled step was arduous. Aimless. There was no reason to keep on walking. Yet it did. Step after heaving step. One stalky stump in front of the other. That was all there was left to do. The only sparks of joy left in its life were ...

From his sisters perspective, getting himself companionship was long overdue. And when it came to her, it was like a long lost matchstick found its box.

When their paths crossed the first time, he wouldn't really notice her. In fact, he really didn't want to notice any of the dogs and even put a fake phone number on the receptionist form. "Can't you just act like you're interested, brother?" Nora...

Evelyn’s cat, Jasper, was a quiet observer, much like the woman he followed around the apartment. His fur, a mix of soft gray and disheveled patches, seemed to mimic the way Evelyn’s thoughts would scatter across her mind, never quite aligning. He would sit in corners, half-hidden, his wide green eyes locked on everything but never quite engaging—just watching, as if the world were something he co...

The door opened and the room filled with noise and activity. The tabby, who was curled up on the blanket draped over the couch cushion, turned her head and narrowed her eyes at the sun that stole it’s way into the room with the open door. Bothered by all the clamoring that now surrounded her, she stood up and arched her back in a deep stretch. She splayed her paws and dug her nails into the blanke...