Writing Prompt
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WRITING OBSTACLE
Narrate a life-changing encounter from the perspective of a stray animal.
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I can’t move anything. Right before I got to where I am now every move I had made halted in this clear tar. I can’t wiggle my toes, my eye and the side of my face is glued down and shut; but at least I am not alone. Someone got here right before I did. She was laying flat on their stomach with her arms pinned down by this goo. She was a lizard, just like me.
I didn’t know for sure what was go...
Beaten. Bones. Cold. Cut. Deprived. Depressed.
I felt all the pain in my minuscule life.
Who ever said everyone has a purpose was surely wrong, for what purpose did a poor stray dog like me have?
I cried at the sight of my broken body in comparison to the bright, bold, golden dogs who walked with their owners.
What was it like being loved? Cared for?
Again my stomach growls and I drag my bone...
Stepping in the same mud I ate
Made me feel
Not think
I wasn’t deserving of what
The other 95 percent of me
Lived as
The covers just aren’t fitting right
The feet I wished I had will never measure
To the flowery duvet I imagine when I lay
Squandering my life in somber, solid halls
Walls closing in when sky falls
Draped in black than blue
Bruises to my conscience
And consequence of be...
She sees me from across the street. I know her type - rich, uppity, blind to a stray like me. My coat is even grungier today than usual; she’ll look me up and down with disdain and scurry away from me like I’m some vermin to avoid. Sometimes I am, I guess.
Like now, with my muzzle in a trash can that has been knocked over. She’s coming this way, I see from the side, probably to scold me, call the...
They call me Ham, sometimes they call me Big Ham, sometimes they call me Cutie Patootie with lots of neck scratching. That last one is my favorite. Long and rumbling, I answer these new names with purrs of I like you. I thread thank you so much around and around their ankles. I even rub their chair legs with my throat to say I want to stay here. And I do want to stay here. I want out of the big dr...
I like it when they leave the lid open. Like a gacha machine, my chances for something good varies from day to day. Some days there’s nothing, some days they keep it shut and some days I hit the jackpot. Today I hit the jackpot. A bag full of unwanted party food. I claw at the bag and rip it open, I chew into the delicious food with a fervour.
I can smell smoke and it’s making my throat twitch li...
Pawing at the edge of the road, emerald eyes peered up and saw the overturned car.
The dead engine ticking over making her ears prickle.
Wrinkling her nose she sniffed the air, smelt copper and fuel.
She padded to the car, smoke billowing around her, she stooped and stared into the vehicle.
Seeing a body strapped in, head hanging, she licked the hanging head, heard a groan and backed off hissing....
The Hooman in the cabin did a very bad thing just now.
I watched him from my branch for the entire night. I watched as his lovely guest came over with food and nutrients. I observed as they got into a heated argument while watching the television. It was very peculiar, just moments ago she'd been resting her head in his lap.
Their harsh words cut out across the night sky, loud enough to make th...