A story that has an element of the supernatural
Audience: For younng children, mostly around 6 years old.
I walked along the dirt path near the cottage, my mom and my sister in tow.
"Slow down," my sister exclaimed. "Wait for us. We're not late for the weiner dog races."
I was too busy waving at them to notice the road before me, for I tripped on a rock and hit the gound. I could hear my sister laughing wickedly.
As I got up, I noticed a large grey husky dog, watching me from the bushes.
"Mom, Alison!" I called to my family. "Look at this dog!"
"What dog?" my mom asked as she and my sister helped me up.
"That dog!" I shouted, pointing to the dog.
"I don't see anything," my sister said. "Stop making things up."
"But I'm not," I pleaded desperately
I watched the dog as I was dragged away my my sister.
That night, we met my dad and other sister at the campfire, enjoying marshmallows over an open fire. Well, except Alison; she said that marshmallows reminded her too much of martians.
Two men and a husky came up tothe campsite. The men were grey and had wrinkled, sagging skin. They had glowing purplish eyes that looked like enormous flames.
"Can you gie us some directions, please?" one of the men asked us.
"Ah, sure," my dad said. "Where are you going?"
I couldn't believe this! Everyone acted as though the two men were normal-looking. No one made mention of the dog.
"Westshire," the men said together. They chuckled awkwardly.
"Oh, it's about two blocks West of here," my mom said. "Take the exit to the right."
"You can't miss it," my dad said.
The men thanked us and walked off. The husky made a quick glance at my direction before following them.
When I woke up that night, I was greeted by darkness. But this darkness was different from other darkness - it was as if it were a demonic, advanced darkness. It was almost otherworldly how pitch-grey it was.
Grey.
I looked up and noticed the knook near the foot of my bed. I was surprisedI could make it out through the darkness.
There was a thump. I hid under the covers and whimpered. When I looked through my sheets at the knook, I saw two shadowy figures.
"No!" I screamed. Or at least, I tried to - I only managed a scarce whimper.
I felt pressure against my body. I looked up to see a husky on top of me, staring at me with an expressionless face.
Thursday, October 28, 2010
Scary But True 3
A nightmare, real or fictional
Audience: 14+, any gender
My dream was quite bizarre, and had a whiplash of moods. It started so simply, with my getting McDonald's from a Simpsons character, Moe.
"Here you go," Moe said as he handed me my meal. "But the gay guy put sugar in everyone's sauce."
I turned to the man beside me, who smiled and grew wings.
I walked out of the restaurant and enjoyed the sunlight. I noticed two of my fellow students, Annie and Kelly.
"Hello, you two!" I said to them cheerfully. "You guys seem sad."
"We need to go to the hospital," Annie said glumly.
"I'll take you both!" I said. I pointed them to my mom's car, and we sat inside the car, waiting for this lady's hair to dry.
After waiting quite some time, I noticed the two girls turn silent. Their faces started to swell and their eyes turned dark.
"Are you two okay?" I asked.
They didn't respond. I felt cold as darkness started to invade my vision.
I awoke some time later inside a ransacked room. I could see the sun shining from outside the window. Two small dolls were placed on the floor: one with brown hair, the other with blond hair.
"Huh," I muttered to myself. "Annie and Kelly had brown and blond hair, respectively. But the dolls look nothing like them.
I picked up the doll with brown hair. It started to giggle cutely.
My mother stepped through the doorway and asked me to clean up. She went on to say, "...And take out the garbage."
She gave me a list of chores. It was hard to memorize everything with the doll giggling.
"It won't stop laughing," I said to my mother.
The doll continued to laugh. The laugh started to slow down, but remained at a high pitch.
In a panic, I searched it for an 'off' switch, or at least to look for the batteries. When I found the battery panel, I tried to take out the batteries, but to no avail. They were stuck.
"Stop laughing!" I screamed at the doll.
The doll continued to giggle. It started giggling at a faster pace. Its head turned towards me and I could see the emptiness in its plastic eyes.
Angrily, I threw the doll against a wall several times. The doll continues to laugh wickedly.
"Mom!" I screamed, hoping for her help in silencing the doll. "Help!"
The blond doll was now laughing, its hands around my mother's neck.
I gasped and turned to the brown-haired doll. It turned to look at me with a devilish stare before its head spun around like an owl.
"Stop!" I begged.
The doll escaped my grip and floated towards my face. I could hear the other doll, giggling behind me like a madman.
"Come play!" the brown-haired doll said with a nasty giggle
"Come play! Come play! Come play!" they both chanted. They grew larger and danced around me.
Audience: 14+, any gender
My dream was quite bizarre, and had a whiplash of moods. It started so simply, with my getting McDonald's from a Simpsons character, Moe.
"Here you go," Moe said as he handed me my meal. "But the gay guy put sugar in everyone's sauce."
I turned to the man beside me, who smiled and grew wings.
I walked out of the restaurant and enjoyed the sunlight. I noticed two of my fellow students, Annie and Kelly.
"Hello, you two!" I said to them cheerfully. "You guys seem sad."
"We need to go to the hospital," Annie said glumly.
"I'll take you both!" I said. I pointed them to my mom's car, and we sat inside the car, waiting for this lady's hair to dry.
After waiting quite some time, I noticed the two girls turn silent. Their faces started to swell and their eyes turned dark.
"Are you two okay?" I asked.
They didn't respond. I felt cold as darkness started to invade my vision.
I awoke some time later inside a ransacked room. I could see the sun shining from outside the window. Two small dolls were placed on the floor: one with brown hair, the other with blond hair.
"Huh," I muttered to myself. "Annie and Kelly had brown and blond hair, respectively. But the dolls look nothing like them.
I picked up the doll with brown hair. It started to giggle cutely.
My mother stepped through the doorway and asked me to clean up. She went on to say, "...And take out the garbage."
She gave me a list of chores. It was hard to memorize everything with the doll giggling.
"It won't stop laughing," I said to my mother.
The doll continued to laugh. The laugh started to slow down, but remained at a high pitch.
In a panic, I searched it for an 'off' switch, or at least to look for the batteries. When I found the battery panel, I tried to take out the batteries, but to no avail. They were stuck.
"Stop laughing!" I screamed at the doll.
The doll continued to giggle. It started giggling at a faster pace. Its head turned towards me and I could see the emptiness in its plastic eyes.
Angrily, I threw the doll against a wall several times. The doll continues to laugh wickedly.
"Mom!" I screamed, hoping for her help in silencing the doll. "Help!"
The blond doll was now laughing, its hands around my mother's neck.
I gasped and turned to the brown-haired doll. It turned to look at me with a devilish stare before its head spun around like an owl.
"Stop!" I begged.
The doll escaped my grip and floated towards my face. I could hear the other doll, giggling behind me like a madman.
"Come play!" the brown-haired doll said with a nasty giggle
"Come play! Come play! Come play!" they both chanted. They grew larger and danced around me.
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
Scary But True 2
A deleted scene from a horror movie set in real time.
Audience: 13-17
A deleted scene from The Blair Witch Project
The scene opens to a shot in the woods. Heather is going through several bags, being watched by Michael and Josh.
Heather: "Were's the food?
Michael: "How could you be so stupid as to lose the food?!"
Heather: "I didn't lose it! Bears probably took it?"
Michael: "BEARS?!"
Josh steps between the two in an effort to calm them down.
Josh: "Guys, let's just start filming, okay?"
Heather sighs, and looks at her watch.
Heather: "It's 10:16 - we should be at that house by 10:27."
They go off, deeper into the woods. They are looking for the house of a long-dead serial killer in order to film the area for ambience.
Josh: "This film'll be great."We can win an Emmy or some shit. We'll be rich and I can get that place in Vegas for my mom and me."
Heather: "How nice."
The three are seen walking for some time. They come across a dilapitated house with broken windows and ashened awnings. The air is tainted with black dust and there is no grass in the area.
Josh: "It look like there was a fire,"
Heather has camera pointed at her face.
Heather: "The Blair Witch was rumored to eat her victims, but also rumored to burn the remains to destroy evidence."
Josh: "Well, let's go in and investigate."
Michael: "But it might be dangerous, guy!"
The two follow Heather in. She is waving the camera around, taping the innards of the house. The house has several red stains on the wall, spread to look like pentagons.
Heather: "Scary here!"
Michael: "Let's just go and get some food at a store or something. Let's just...leave this place and come back tomorrow."
Heather: "You scared?"
Michael:"I am not!"
They continue to go down a dark hall. From Heather's camera's view, we see colorless burns and marks on the wall. Several pentagons and stick people were on the walls.
There was a chirp.
Heather: "What was that?"
Michael: "Probably a mouse or something. "But let's not risk it and go-"
Heather:"No, no! I'm fine."
Another chirp, followed by a series of sounds that sound like scratching. Scratching feverishly against an obstacle.
Heather: "Mice in the walls. Mike, Josh, you guys okay?"
Michael:"Yeah, I'm fine."
There is no response from Josh.
Michael:"Josh?"
Heather: "Where is Josh?"
Heather takes a step and feels as though she is falling down a flight of stairs.
Audience: 13-17
A deleted scene from The Blair Witch Project
The scene opens to a shot in the woods. Heather is going through several bags, being watched by Michael and Josh.
Heather: "Were's the food?
Michael: "How could you be so stupid as to lose the food?!"
Heather: "I didn't lose it! Bears probably took it?"
Michael: "BEARS?!"
Josh steps between the two in an effort to calm them down.
Josh: "Guys, let's just start filming, okay?"
Heather sighs, and looks at her watch.
Heather: "It's 10:16 - we should be at that house by 10:27."
They go off, deeper into the woods. They are looking for the house of a long-dead serial killer in order to film the area for ambience.
Josh: "This film'll be great."We can win an Emmy or some shit. We'll be rich and I can get that place in Vegas for my mom and me."
Heather: "How nice."
The three are seen walking for some time. They come across a dilapitated house with broken windows and ashened awnings. The air is tainted with black dust and there is no grass in the area.
Josh: "It look like there was a fire,"
Heather has camera pointed at her face.
Heather: "The Blair Witch was rumored to eat her victims, but also rumored to burn the remains to destroy evidence."
Josh: "Well, let's go in and investigate."
Michael: "But it might be dangerous, guy!"
The two follow Heather in. She is waving the camera around, taping the innards of the house. The house has several red stains on the wall, spread to look like pentagons.
Heather: "Scary here!"
Michael: "Let's just go and get some food at a store or something. Let's just...leave this place and come back tomorrow."
Heather: "You scared?"
Michael:"I am not!"
They continue to go down a dark hall. From Heather's camera's view, we see colorless burns and marks on the wall. Several pentagons and stick people were on the walls.
There was a chirp.
Heather: "What was that?"
Michael: "Probably a mouse or something. "But let's not risk it and go-"
Heather:"No, no! I'm fine."
Another chirp, followed by a series of sounds that sound like scratching. Scratching feverishly against an obstacle.
Heather: "Mice in the walls. Mike, Josh, you guys okay?"
Michael:"Yeah, I'm fine."
There is no response from Josh.
Michael:"Josh?"
Heather: "Where is Josh?"
Heather takes a step and feels as though she is falling down a flight of stairs.
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
Scary But True
Story 1: A Time When You Had A Real Scare
Audience: Teen males, 4-11
The young boy, Jonathan, was only four when this event happened:
He climbed in between his parents, hiding between them. He was afraid of the darkness that engulfed his room and appreciated the company of his parents.
As he lay underneath the comforter, he could feel the air around him get cold.
"Mommy? Daddy? Something's cold," he whispered to his parents, who both replied with grunts.
The air grew cold and stale, as though Jonathan was put in a freezer and left to die. A weak breeze made its way around the room before settling as an apparition, a slender man.
Jonathan held his breath as he watched the thing float across the room like a walking monster, with tendrils wafting in the air.
"I..." Jonathan struggled to speak, caught between curiosity and fear.
He watched as the being's ethereal form stopped in front of him and extended its appendages toward Jonathan. The being started to become more defined as it got closer, revealing the creases and marks of age on its face. I had green eyes and teeth as sharp as a wild animal's, with a look of sheer insanity on its face.
The form stopped before the boy, its claws against his throat. Jonathan coul feel coldness slowly surround him as he sunk deeper into the sheets.
Audience: Teen males, 4-11
The young boy, Jonathan, was only four when this event happened:
He climbed in between his parents, hiding between them. He was afraid of the darkness that engulfed his room and appreciated the company of his parents.
As he lay underneath the comforter, he could feel the air around him get cold.
"Mommy? Daddy? Something's cold," he whispered to his parents, who both replied with grunts.
The air grew cold and stale, as though Jonathan was put in a freezer and left to die. A weak breeze made its way around the room before settling as an apparition, a slender man.
Jonathan held his breath as he watched the thing float across the room like a walking monster, with tendrils wafting in the air.
"I..." Jonathan struggled to speak, caught between curiosity and fear.
He watched as the being's ethereal form stopped in front of him and extended its appendages toward Jonathan. The being started to become more defined as it got closer, revealing the creases and marks of age on its face. I had green eyes and teeth as sharp as a wild animal's, with a look of sheer insanity on its face.
The form stopped before the boy, its claws against his throat. Jonathan coul feel coldness slowly surround him as he sunk deeper into the sheets.
Friday, October 15, 2010
Collage of People
Audience: Females, ages 8-14
The Chronicles of Alison
Alison wiped sweat from her brow, a sense of satisfaction on her mind. She had just finished washing the floors, dishes and windows, leaving her with the lone task of walking her two wonderful dogs, Sam and Shyla. She could tell they really wanted to go outside.
Shyla barked happily as Alison took out her leesh. Shyla decided to jump at her "mommy," pressing her paws against Alison's pink pymana bottoms, which matched her pink-and-white-striped top from Lululemon.
"Calm down, Shyla!" Alison said to the dog in an exhausted voice.
Shyla jumped in surprise before tripping over her paws and gently slipping against the clean floor. Alison gasped and quickly tended to the dog.
"You act like those dogs on The Dog Whisperer," Alison said to her softly. "Speaking of which... You better hurry up and do your business before Animal Rescue comes on the television."
The doorknob rattled. Sam jumped out of his bed and started barking furiously. Alison watched as the door opened to reveal her fiancee.
"Hi, Scotty!" Alison said happily.
"Hi, honey!" Scotty responded. He gave Sam a hug before going over to Alison. He said, "Ready for the concert?"
"What concert?" Alison asked.
"Don't you remember? We're going to see Ozzy Osbourn."
Alison's eyes lit up like lanturns. She was so happy that she started to cry.
End.
Audience: Females, ages 6-9
The Darings of Diedre
Diedre pressed herself against the door mischeviously, taking glee in locking her older brother out of the apartment. She then took off her Scooby-Doo jacket and Scooby-Doo shoes before cuddling up on she couch to watch a Scooby-Doo DVD.
"Let my, in, Diedre, or else I'm taking you back to your mom's house!" her brother said as he pounded his fist against the door.
Diedre was about to open the door when she saw Jessica the cat. She picked the poor cat hug and started to squeeze, much to the poor thing's displeasure.
"Let Jessica go!"her brother said.
Diedre sighed, put Jessica down and let her brother in. "Promise you won't tell?" she asked him sadly.
"I don't know," her brother said with a sly voice. "Depends if you'll make me a sandwich."
"Alright," Diedre said with a sigh. She headed into the kitchen, thinking that she could have been in much more serious trouble had her brother been meaner.
End.
Audience: Females, ages 16-25
Jenny looked at the flying squirrel in her cage. She sugar glider looked at her with indifference.
"What's wrong, honey?" Jenny's husband asked her.
"She seems a little...off?" Jenny responded.
"Off?"
"When I came back from work, she was just laying down in her cage. Usually she's all...squirrely."
"Squirrely?"
"Uh-huh? I'm thinking of going to the store and getting her a friend."
"Sounds great! Can I name it?"
"Of course!"
The squirrel started to nibble gently at Jenny's finger, which was close to the cage.
"She seems to like the idea!" Jenny giggled. "I bet she'd like to play later, too."
"With her new friend," her husband responded. "As long as she doesn't climb into my shoe like Crackers did."
"That was pretty funny, wasn't it I miss crackers..."
"Yeah, if only crabs with those sharp claws lived forever. Ouch."
"Great idea! I think we should get another crab?"
"Seriously?"
The squirrel rolled over and climbed into her nest, taking a nap.
"I'm so glad we got her," Jenny and her husband said.
The Chronicles of Alison
Alison wiped sweat from her brow, a sense of satisfaction on her mind. She had just finished washing the floors, dishes and windows, leaving her with the lone task of walking her two wonderful dogs, Sam and Shyla. She could tell they really wanted to go outside.
Shyla barked happily as Alison took out her leesh. Shyla decided to jump at her "mommy," pressing her paws against Alison's pink pymana bottoms, which matched her pink-and-white-striped top from Lululemon.
"Calm down, Shyla!" Alison said to the dog in an exhausted voice.
Shyla jumped in surprise before tripping over her paws and gently slipping against the clean floor. Alison gasped and quickly tended to the dog.
"You act like those dogs on The Dog Whisperer," Alison said to her softly. "Speaking of which... You better hurry up and do your business before Animal Rescue comes on the television."
The doorknob rattled. Sam jumped out of his bed and started barking furiously. Alison watched as the door opened to reveal her fiancee.
"Hi, Scotty!" Alison said happily.
"Hi, honey!" Scotty responded. He gave Sam a hug before going over to Alison. He said, "Ready for the concert?"
"What concert?" Alison asked.
"Don't you remember? We're going to see Ozzy Osbourn."
Alison's eyes lit up like lanturns. She was so happy that she started to cry.
End.
Audience: Females, ages 6-9
The Darings of Diedre
Diedre pressed herself against the door mischeviously, taking glee in locking her older brother out of the apartment. She then took off her Scooby-Doo jacket and Scooby-Doo shoes before cuddling up on she couch to watch a Scooby-Doo DVD.
"Let my, in, Diedre, or else I'm taking you back to your mom's house!" her brother said as he pounded his fist against the door.
Diedre was about to open the door when she saw Jessica the cat. She picked the poor cat hug and started to squeeze, much to the poor thing's displeasure.
"Let Jessica go!"her brother said.
Diedre sighed, put Jessica down and let her brother in. "Promise you won't tell?" she asked him sadly.
"I don't know," her brother said with a sly voice. "Depends if you'll make me a sandwich."
"Alright," Diedre said with a sigh. She headed into the kitchen, thinking that she could have been in much more serious trouble had her brother been meaner.
End.
Audience: Females, ages 16-25
Jenny looked at the flying squirrel in her cage. She sugar glider looked at her with indifference.
"What's wrong, honey?" Jenny's husband asked her.
"She seems a little...off?" Jenny responded.
"Off?"
"When I came back from work, she was just laying down in her cage. Usually she's all...squirrely."
"Squirrely?"
"Uh-huh? I'm thinking of going to the store and getting her a friend."
"Sounds great! Can I name it?"
"Of course!"
The squirrel started to nibble gently at Jenny's finger, which was close to the cage.
"She seems to like the idea!" Jenny giggled. "I bet she'd like to play later, too."
"With her new friend," her husband responded. "As long as she doesn't climb into my shoe like Crackers did."
"That was pretty funny, wasn't it I miss crackers..."
"Yeah, if only crabs with those sharp claws lived forever. Ouch."
"Great idea! I think we should get another crab?"
"Seriously?"
The squirrel rolled over and climbed into her nest, taking a nap.
"I'm so glad we got her," Jenny and her husband said.
Monday, October 4, 2010
What It's Like Being A Stuffed Animal: A Story of Fear and Loathing
October 1st
It was so simple at first: little old me, a simple stuffed dog, would join my best friend as he lay in bed. I would have my head on the pillow, dreaming peacefully.
Not anymore. It was a very horrible day for me! When my best friend awoke, I expected a nice pat on my head for my unending loyalty. I would never run away. But instead, I watched as he left the room, leaving me to stew in my loneliness another day.
After a while, a hand reached out to me. I soon found myself against the floor, staring into the dark and unsympathetic eyes of a large beast. Said beast had a similar build to me, but had white fur and a mouth full of sharp white teeth. The beast gleefully sank its teeth into my form. I found myself being battered repeatedly before the creature spat me out.
"What a happy girl you are," my friend said to the beast, apparently not realizing what horrors I had just gone through. "Gucci, good dog!"
The beast ignored the coos of affection and slammed her body against me, snorting and spitting while doing so.
October 5th
I woke up to see the sun rise overhead. I was unsure how long I was without my friend, but I assume at least a day.
The beast called the Gucci had thrown me under the couch, where I sat, too scared to move. I saw Gucci barking at me, baring her teeth and wagging her tail. She soon departed from my sight to follow a similar white beast, the one my friend called a "Misty." The Misty hissed at the Gucci before meowing and slapping the dog with its mighty paw.
Gucci fell asleep between the blankets of her bed. I continued to look on, wondering what to do. I thought I would stay here and wait for assistance. I told myself that my friend would be back, that he would rescue me. A part of me doubted it, but I remained strong, comforted by the thought of being with my friend.
I was still very lonely. I could feel dust settle on my form. I could see a spider pass by and step closer to the Gucci. I begged it to stop before it got to close to the beast, but it didn't seem to hear me. I watched at it walked over the Gucci's face without fear. I hoped that I would be brave enough to do the same: face the beast without fear.
October 6th
A day or two has passed, I am sure. I forgot how many suns have set and risen, it all seems to blend together.
I've been watching the clock and keeping the time. When the clock reached a certain time, my friend would be home. Only five more hours before he comes to save me.
The Gucci picked me up and started to slobber all over me. The beast apparently found it amusing to see me in pain, for it continued to throw me, pick me up in her teeth, bite my neck and throw me again. The worst part was hearing her harsh and unrelenting growls from her throat as she sank her teeth in me. I begged her to stop! But the Gucci just growled and tossed me aside again.
Soon my friend would be home. I felt less and less doubt in this, but found more and more pain as the Gucci sat on me. I was too distraught to come up with a plan of escape, but I hoped that my friend would save me before I needed one. My next plan was....EWWW! The foul beast released a noxious fume against me! Such a fearsome beast, using organic warfare against me. I was growing less scared and more disgusted with the current situation.
October 7th
I long for the days I spent on the shelf. At least then I didn't have a beast like the Gucci stuffing me between fur-laden sheets. But forced under the sheets with the beast was now becoming natural. As I gazed at the snoring beast that slept beside me, I started to resign to my fate. Perhaps I wouldn't be saved by my friend.... No! I had to get such negative ideas out of my head! Having faith was the only way to keep me sane.
What's this? M...my friend, is that him? Why, it is! I called out to him, forgetting he doesn't speak Dollese. I watched helplessly as he gave the Gucci a hug and walked off.
I took a nap that lasted some time. When I woke up, I found myself between the two beasts. Misty the cat hissed at Gucci the dog when she approached me. I could tell the two were at odds. As they both tried to make grabs at me, I realized that they were fighting over me.
Finally, Misty swatted Gucci away with her paw. She then jumped on me, and I could feel her claws sinking into my flesh. She was trying to tear me apart!
Where was my friend? Where did he go? Help me, my friend... Help me!
It was so simple at first: little old me, a simple stuffed dog, would join my best friend as he lay in bed. I would have my head on the pillow, dreaming peacefully.
Not anymore. It was a very horrible day for me! When my best friend awoke, I expected a nice pat on my head for my unending loyalty. I would never run away. But instead, I watched as he left the room, leaving me to stew in my loneliness another day.
After a while, a hand reached out to me. I soon found myself against the floor, staring into the dark and unsympathetic eyes of a large beast. Said beast had a similar build to me, but had white fur and a mouth full of sharp white teeth. The beast gleefully sank its teeth into my form. I found myself being battered repeatedly before the creature spat me out.
"What a happy girl you are," my friend said to the beast, apparently not realizing what horrors I had just gone through. "Gucci, good dog!"
The beast ignored the coos of affection and slammed her body against me, snorting and spitting while doing so.
October 5th
I woke up to see the sun rise overhead. I was unsure how long I was without my friend, but I assume at least a day.
The beast called the Gucci had thrown me under the couch, where I sat, too scared to move. I saw Gucci barking at me, baring her teeth and wagging her tail. She soon departed from my sight to follow a similar white beast, the one my friend called a "Misty." The Misty hissed at the Gucci before meowing and slapping the dog with its mighty paw.
Gucci fell asleep between the blankets of her bed. I continued to look on, wondering what to do. I thought I would stay here and wait for assistance. I told myself that my friend would be back, that he would rescue me. A part of me doubted it, but I remained strong, comforted by the thought of being with my friend.
I was still very lonely. I could feel dust settle on my form. I could see a spider pass by and step closer to the Gucci. I begged it to stop before it got to close to the beast, but it didn't seem to hear me. I watched at it walked over the Gucci's face without fear. I hoped that I would be brave enough to do the same: face the beast without fear.
October 6th
A day or two has passed, I am sure. I forgot how many suns have set and risen, it all seems to blend together.
I've been watching the clock and keeping the time. When the clock reached a certain time, my friend would be home. Only five more hours before he comes to save me.
The Gucci picked me up and started to slobber all over me. The beast apparently found it amusing to see me in pain, for it continued to throw me, pick me up in her teeth, bite my neck and throw me again. The worst part was hearing her harsh and unrelenting growls from her throat as she sank her teeth in me. I begged her to stop! But the Gucci just growled and tossed me aside again.
Soon my friend would be home. I felt less and less doubt in this, but found more and more pain as the Gucci sat on me. I was too distraught to come up with a plan of escape, but I hoped that my friend would save me before I needed one. My next plan was....EWWW! The foul beast released a noxious fume against me! Such a fearsome beast, using organic warfare against me. I was growing less scared and more disgusted with the current situation.
October 7th
I long for the days I spent on the shelf. At least then I didn't have a beast like the Gucci stuffing me between fur-laden sheets. But forced under the sheets with the beast was now becoming natural. As I gazed at the snoring beast that slept beside me, I started to resign to my fate. Perhaps I wouldn't be saved by my friend.... No! I had to get such negative ideas out of my head! Having faith was the only way to keep me sane.
What's this? M...my friend, is that him? Why, it is! I called out to him, forgetting he doesn't speak Dollese. I watched helplessly as he gave the Gucci a hug and walked off.
I took a nap that lasted some time. When I woke up, I found myself between the two beasts. Misty the cat hissed at Gucci the dog when she approached me. I could tell the two were at odds. As they both tried to make grabs at me, I realized that they were fighting over me.
Finally, Misty swatted Gucci away with her paw. She then jumped on me, and I could feel her claws sinking into my flesh. She was trying to tear me apart!
Where was my friend? Where did he go? Help me, my friend... Help me!
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