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Saturday, February 9, 2008


A story I wrote Please Comment.




I was lying on the bed watching TV with my master, who is also my best friend, Jess Uchiha. Watching TV is kind of boring since I can only see in black and white.
My ears perk up and I hear a ‘ding dong.”
“How could there be anyone here today?” Jess said while I was growling.
I jumped off the bed and went to the door with Jess following me. My tail was behind my hind legs and I was snarling.
‘Calm down Saka,” Jess commanded, ”It’s probably just a tree branch touched the door bell.’
Jess opens the door and no one was there. One of my ears went down in confusion and my tail returned to its normal position. What did she mean? A tree branch? There are no trees in our yard!
“What was that?” Jess said hearing the creaky old stairs squeak.
I heard a light snicker coming from Jess’s bedroom, too light for human ears to hear.
What is going on? There is no police near this small town. What if there is a burglar or a murderer? As my thoughts gathered in my head I worried more and more.
I cautiously pranced back up to Jess’s room.
“Oh no!” Jess shrieked, ‘”What happened to my room!”
Jess fell to her knees in shock at the destroyed room. I started to growl to lure out the vandal.
Suddenly, out of nowhere a black figure appears behind Jess.
“Your time is up,” the figure said, “Saka is mine!”
Looking at the figure I saw its red eyes while it pulled out a long blood covered sword. It slung the sword stopping at the top layer of skin on her neck.
“Any last words before she dies, wolf dog?” It said.
I had two choices. I could either stay back and watch my master die or I could try to save her.
Without realizing it, I threw myself at the figure biting its neck. The figure fell backwards therefore slicing Jess’s neck.
My attempt had failed to save Jess, but I killed the intruder.
I layed my head an paws on Jess’s chest with my ears flat.
A few hours later I heard sirens of police cars. I quickly and quietly went out the back door not to be seen by the cops. I didn’t want to go to the pound.
Looking back at the house where I once lived I saw the cops carry out the corpses into their cars.
A few days later, I found her grave. I put flowers on the grave. I remembered the songs she used to sing me while I bowed my head in respect to the dead.



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