Post by Destiny on Oct 14, 2009 18:05:18 GMT -5
Yes, that's right. it implodes.
Anyway, I FOUND MY MUSE! Last night. At about this time, actually. I WAS supposed to be going to sleep, but I got to writing, instead. It's not about cats, but i want to have feedback on it. Also, it's here because I don't know where to put it xD
My name is Billie. I am two of your man years old, which I hink equals about 14 dog years. I don't know. It isn't important, really. Why focus on the small things? There are much more important things to concentrate on, to think about. That's one of the problems here. If you think too much about the little details, then the entire picture cannot be seen, and the wrong actions are taken. I know this from experience.
Yes, my name is Billie. And this is my story.
I was born in the depths of winter, on a clear but cold night. Of this, I cannot remember, but my mother told us of it on sleepless nights. My mother was shorter than the average German shepherd, her legs stunted after a tightly confined early life, but other than that she was in perfect health. I never knew my sire, which was often the way.
Born along with me was my two sisters and brother, Lily, Ruth and Chad. I was second born, with Ruth first and Chad last.
The first few weeks of my life aren't anything special. My mother fed us, cared for us and kept us warm in our darkened room. There was often another prescence with us, but it did us no harm and never interacted with us. We soon lost interest in it, and assumed it benevolent.
Until one day.
I was dozing, next to my mother, with Ruth beside me when we were all woken by a loud squeal. Straight away my mother was on her paws, a ferocious snarl on her face as she bounded across the room.
There was a large dark shape, standing taller than my mother, even as she reared, though I have no doubts that if her legs were of normal proportion, then she would have been taller. Maybe then, things would have been different.
I could see little in the dark room, however, the scents told me that this was the same thing which had been there sometimes before, though this had never happened previously.
As my mother approached it, growling her fury, it turned to face her. Then it bellowed and the shock made me lay down, flatten my ears and whimper.
To my horror, my mother froze and fell silent, her teeth no longer bared tough her ears were still back and she still stared at the shape and my brother, as it carried him out of the room.
That's all I have so far, it's a little edited from the original, as I don't proofread. Please, tell me what y'all think, and I'll carry on.
Anyway, I FOUND MY MUSE! Last night. At about this time, actually. I WAS supposed to be going to sleep, but I got to writing, instead. It's not about cats, but i want to have feedback on it. Also, it's here because I don't know where to put it xD
My name is Billie. I am two of your man years old, which I hink equals about 14 dog years. I don't know. It isn't important, really. Why focus on the small things? There are much more important things to concentrate on, to think about. That's one of the problems here. If you think too much about the little details, then the entire picture cannot be seen, and the wrong actions are taken. I know this from experience.
Yes, my name is Billie. And this is my story.
I was born in the depths of winter, on a clear but cold night. Of this, I cannot remember, but my mother told us of it on sleepless nights. My mother was shorter than the average German shepherd, her legs stunted after a tightly confined early life, but other than that she was in perfect health. I never knew my sire, which was often the way.
Born along with me was my two sisters and brother, Lily, Ruth and Chad. I was second born, with Ruth first and Chad last.
The first few weeks of my life aren't anything special. My mother fed us, cared for us and kept us warm in our darkened room. There was often another prescence with us, but it did us no harm and never interacted with us. We soon lost interest in it, and assumed it benevolent.
Until one day.
I was dozing, next to my mother, with Ruth beside me when we were all woken by a loud squeal. Straight away my mother was on her paws, a ferocious snarl on her face as she bounded across the room.
There was a large dark shape, standing taller than my mother, even as she reared, though I have no doubts that if her legs were of normal proportion, then she would have been taller. Maybe then, things would have been different.
I could see little in the dark room, however, the scents told me that this was the same thing which had been there sometimes before, though this had never happened previously.
As my mother approached it, growling her fury, it turned to face her. Then it bellowed and the shock made me lay down, flatten my ears and whimper.
To my horror, my mother froze and fell silent, her teeth no longer bared tough her ears were still back and she still stared at the shape and my brother, as it carried him out of the room.
That's all I have so far, it's a little edited from the original, as I don't proofread. Please, tell me what y'all think, and I'll carry on.
