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Vegetarian Epidemic After Fetal Pig Dissection

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Charles Beckon

A vegetarian epidemic has recently broke out due to fetal pig dissections in school.  This is Charles Beckon reporting.  This just in, three kids have decided to become vegetarian after seeing the pancreas of a baby pig.  Their decision has devastated lunch ladies who have just prepared terryaki bowls for lunch.  Reporter Melanie Clayton  is on the scene.  How is the new idea settling in?

Melanie Clayton

    Well I’m here at the school and the lunch ladies are in tears.  The three new vegetarians are in meditation trying to get the vision of the pancreas out of their heads.  One of the lunch ladies is willing to talk.  What do you have to say Ms. Hillshire?

Ms. Hillshire

I cannot believe it.  The kids say that they will no longer enjoy meat because of these dissections.  I say this is an outrage and they should be banned from our school.  If this epidemic gets worse no one will eat the meat that we have worked long and hard to take out of the freezer and heat up.

Charles Beckon

The situation sounds difficult.  I’m getting a little teary myself.  Do the kids have any sympathy for the poor lunch ladies?

Melanie Clayton

The kids say that they have no control over the situation.  There hearts are changed and minds are made up. The only sympathy they have is for the pig and his pancreas.

Charles Beckon

Thank you Melanie.  I have just been informed the lunch ladies have gone missing and have taken the food with them.  The police are on the look out.

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Charles Beckon

I’m Charles Beckon.  Thanks for tuning in to Tragedy News.  

Four Visitors

     My doll house got less and less fun o play with as the day went on.  My mommy was working in her office and she told me I had to leave her alone.   She brought me breakfast and I watched the shapes on the clock until finally it got to the ones I knew meant lunch time.  My mommy cam in with me peanut butter and jelly sandwich and a bottle of juice.  Now all I needed were some friends to have a tea party with.  I ripped my sandwich into five pieces and poured my juice into five pink flowered cups.
      My first friend appeared on the chair without me even noticing.  Her eyes were black and her skin was as white as my boring walls.  She was little and skinny with scars all over her arms.  Her face looked like she had been locked in a room all alone but with no mommy to bring her food.  Her eyes were shiny and looked as if they were going to spill out like a cup of juice overflowing.  But I knew they couldn't cause she had dark circles under her eyes that not even the sun could make look bright.  Her hair was a blanket around her face.  So black and long.  Her little mouth was as straight as straight could get and her lips were stuck in place.  Her whole face made me think of ice in the freezer that never gets used.  She looked old.
     My next friend dragged her feet across the floor and then slowly sat down.  There were streaks on her face, they were red.  I knew they were from crying.  Her mouth drooped down and her eyes were wet like my puppy when he got locked out.  Her voice was whimpery and the words came out in bursts.      Her hands were worn and they clenched tightly.  Like they held a secret.  The hair was stuck to her face and it hid her from everything.  The little arms shook and goosebumps raised in my hot room.  She had a long face that begged for help even though it knew there was nothing that could be done.
       The next girl was like me.  She slowly stepped into the room.  I could see the fidgeting leg and tapping toes, she was waiting for something she wanted.  Her cheeks were rosy and the corners of her mouth were easily lifted into a small smile.  Her hair carried my eyes to the sun because it was shiny.  But it was tangled.  Her eyelashes flicked any tears away and she had a soft face.
       Curls bounced when she skipped and made a crash landing onto the pink chair.  Her skin was colored by the sun.  Her teeth were crooked and she had a permenantly pressed smile.  Her eyes were the purest thing I'd ever seen.  Laughter spilled from her.  Perfect little hands picked up the sandwich and took a big bite.  She couldn't have noticed the trail of peanut butter on her face.  I knew cause there were no sharp looks in her eyes.  Nothing bad could come even close to touching her.  Her smell of flowers and dirt  crept into my nose and made me feel warm.  The sun moved across the sky until it came perfectly onto the table.
My mom opened the door and asked who I'd been talking to, when I looked back at the table my friends were gone so I said I was just playing with my dolls.  She looked at me with her crazy eyes and picked up the 2 uneaten pieces of the sandwich.  I giggled as she walked out, she didn't know I had friends. 
 

I could never think of a word to describe my life.  I didn't have to many trials but I had no triumphant moments either.  My family always was well off.  My mother and father both died.  I never moved away after they were gone.  I thought I might as well stay in the house I grew up in.

 I never knew that the neighbors didn’t like me until my parents passed.  Everyone had always been so nice but I figured out that it was all an act.

 I was the only child in my family because my mother wasn’t able to have more.  She had always been too embarassed to tell all of the snooty women so she blamed it on me.  She told them I was such a disaster and she couldn’t care for another.  So perhaps maybe even my own mother didn’t like me very much.

 Despite all the turned up noses life was splendid.  I just had no real purpose.  I spent my days reading my mothers journals and watching my fathers business become more succesful.  He had died but it was all run by other people anyway so the money kept flooding in the front door

 I had all the money I needed so I didn’t work and I didn’t have friends, so really what was I suppose to do?

 My parents death really didn’t affect me, perhaps because we lived in the same house but I was just like a toy to them.  I wasn’t born because my mother wanted a child to care for and love.  I was born because she wanted something to show off.  As if the elegant lifestyle wasn’t enough for her.  I can thank the stars that she wasn’t able to have more trophies like me.

I was sitting on the chair, covered in cream lace, reading the paper.  I had heard so much talk of the ship but it never seemed like something I needed to listen to.  The picture of the beautiful ship seemed to speak to me.  Her name was R.M.S Titanic.  I was already calling her my own and it scared me a little.  I was never going to see her.  I felt like I was in love with the most beautiful girl but I’d never actually be able to so much as brush shoulders with her.

I just imagined getting away from here and getting on the ship.  I could go to New York and find a new life their.  No one would know me and that would be like starting over.  I kept thinking and then I realized that instead of just boarding the ship I could get on and practically live their.  I could train and get a small job on the ship.  For a moment I thought I was a genious.  I would be on the maiden voyage and then I could do someting for myself for once.

There was no possible way I could ever get a job on the ship.  Life would be rough and it wasn’t what I was use to.  I wouldn’t have my comfortable bed and all the luxuries. That’s the only thing I’d ever known.  Leaving the life I had could either be saving me or dragging me down to a deeper level of hell.  My life wasn’t so bad.  No one liked me, no big deal.  I was wealthy and maybe someday I would end up with a beautiful wife and have children.  My father wasn’t always liked either but his life turned around, so maybe mine could too.  

I woke to the smell of smoke and it felt like the house was melting beneath me.  I was so tired and it sounded nice to just melt to the floor and sleep forever.  I didn’t wonder where the fire had started.  I couldn’t just let my self die without any struggle.  That wasn’t who I was.  I had let things slide in the past but my very own life wasn’t something I was going to let go that easily.

 I finally came to my senses and I jumped from my bed.  The fire was in the hall and I was going to have to run through it.  I thought for a momemt what I should grab.  Maybe my mothers old necklace or something valuable of my fathers.  There was nothing that I wanted.  The only thing I was going to take was myself.  I ran faster than I ever had.  Never in my life had I experienced that much pain.

I struggled to get out and my skin burned, it felt like I was a just a few feet away from the sun.  I got down the stairs and then burst out the front door.  The first thing I did was jump in the pond just outside my house.  My body was no longer lit but I still felt the sting.  My past was literally being destroyed.  The fire engulfed the horrible place.  The hot flames burned my face even though I was far away.  This is what was meant to happen.  I grabbed nothing because it was all meant to be left behind.  The night was dark and the fire was the deepest color of red I’d ever seen.  I watched it all go black and thought of the sea.  The cool blue ocean waves and the salty wind blowing through my singed hair. Having to work for something and experiencing something new.  I wished I could feel that freezing water as I watched the only thing I had get crushed.  I was going to get on that ship.

The neighbors came out and started to yell at me.  It was hard to hear over the noise of the fire engine.  I felt like someone cared for the first time that day but it didn’t last long.  Everyone shouldn’t have waited for something like this to happen to care.  I felt hot inside and out and the burns on my skin were bad.  The firemen sprayed my house.  I don’t know if it’s because I was dizzy and my mind wasn’t straight but, I saw the ocean waves crash into my house.  It was all burned to the ground and the neighbors cried because it made the place they lived less elegant.

 I was surrounded by people with a kind exterior but I knew exactly why they were actually showing emotion.  They were mad that I hadn’t tried to save anything and none of them wanted this to happen to their own castles.  I didn’t need to be surrounded by cold heartless people.

A fireman came to talk to me once the fire was out.  He showed me something in his hands.  It was my mothers necklace.  He asked why I hadn’t grabbed anything and I didn’t want to explain so I just said I didn’t have time.  He dropped it into my hand.  I didn’t really want it but I couldn’t throw it back now.  I slid it into my pocket and then forgot about it.

I spent time training to be a man on a ship.  Everyday got closer and I got so anxious.  The thing I’d been dreaming of was finally going to happen.  I had met some of the other men doing the same thing as me but I was hated here to.  They didn’t like the fact that I was going to be on lookout with no experience sailing before.  The captain was different though.  His name was Captain Edward Smith and he was a kind man.  He had experience with ships and sailing.  I looked up to him.   Even though I never actually talked to him yet he seemed like a kind of father that I never had.  I could just tell he wouldn’t hate me.  I wanted to show him that I could do everything I was expected to.  I knew that he had a family and he cared for others much more than himself.  I wanted to be like him.

The captain got on the Titanic around 7 A.M., the ship was going to leave from Southampton docks.  April 10th was the one day I remember not being able to stop smiling.  Some people have so many days like that they can’t even remember.  Usually people have had that experience when they’re in love or having a good time but I’d never experienced that before.  My jaw ached and I didn’t care one bit.  The first time I stepped on the ship I was different.  I knew that I was happy.  For the first time in my life people telling me what to do didn’t bother me.  I listened and did exactly what I was told.  Even though all of this was happening I still felt a pit in my stomach.  I felt like there were weights in my shoes and I was being drug around by someone.  I was mad at myself.  Even though this was the best moment in my life I couldn’t be completely satisfied.  I felt like I was slowly turning into my parents.  

I climbed and everything stopped around me.  It was just me and an empty world.  I could have solved all my problems while I made the journey.  It felt like weeks.  My hands trembled and my heart pounded at the speed of light.  When I finally made it to the top tears came from my eyes.  I could have added tons of water to the ocean.  I was a strong person and I had never felt the need to cry.  Not when my parents died and certainly not when my house burned down.  For some reason there was nothing I could do to stop it.  It was like the tears had been bottled all my life and the bottle finally shattered.  

I reached into my pocket and felt the necklace.  I didn’t take anything from the fire but her necklace was the only thing that wasn’t completely destroyed.  The stone felt smooth but when I looked at it I remembered that it was deformed and melted.  It was the only thing I had ever given to my mother to show her that I cared for her.  I made it when I was 12 and it wasn’t anything fancy.  It was just a white stone on a chain.  I never saw her wear it.  My eyes stopped overflowing.  I realized why I was crying and it wasn’t because of anything that happened previously in my life. It was because for the first time I felt free.  When I took out the necklace I felt the pit again.  There was one thing I still hadn’t left behind.  I threw the necklace down into the water and all my past was gone.

I met three people the next day.  The little girl was my favorite.  She was so sweet and when I looked into her eyes I couldn’t see how anyone couldn’t love a child.  Her hair was beautiful and it shined liked the sun.  It was blowing all over her face that day but she just laughed.  Her skin was fair and she had a soft looking face. She told me her name was Miss Annie Jessie Harper but I could call her Nan.  She was so innocent.  The two other people that were with the girl had kind faces too.  One was Nan’s aunt and the other, her father.  Jessie Lietch was a very kind woman and little Nan loved her.  At first I thought she was the mother because she acted like one.

 John Harper was the father’s name.  I learned that he was a baptist minister and that I should address him as Reverend.  They were from London and they were heading off to Chicago so Reverend Harper could go to some meetings at the church.  I could tell the man loved his daughter very much.  He spoke of how her mother died just after she was born and he wanted her to feel loved in everyway.  Aunt Jessie loved Nan with all her heart.  She whispered to me that she wanted to be like a mother to Nan.  The girl was only 6 and she had to get the attention that a child needs.

I immediately loved this family.  It was as if they were my own.  My own parents disgusted me.  How could they not love a child.  It was incredible.  I met this one and within a few minutes I already felt a deep love for her.  I took her to listen to the band on board the ship.  She twirled to the music and she would look up at me to make sure I was smiling.  I loved to see her happy.  It made me different.  Her eyes were so innocent and I remembered that I had never been as sweet as her.  Not even as a child.  Her big brown eyes looked up at me and I couldn’t help it.  I picked her up and spun her around in the air.  I danced with her in my arms for the next hour.  There wasn’t a minute that I got bored.  Nan had so much to say and her voice was so alive.  When the clock turned to eight I took her back.  I kissed he forehead and put her down.  She hugged me and said that was the most fun she had ever had.  Aunt Jessie tugged her dress and she finally let go of me.

Captain Smith ordered me to go on lookout by myself.  The other men were tired and he said I looked most lively.  I went up and I knew this was my chance to prove to the captain that I was a good lookout.  I watched but sleep filled my thoughts and my eyes finally got too heavy.  I was awoken by another man who came up.  He started to yell at me and I didn’t know what to do.  I was so embarassed and ashamed.  It was the most horrible mistake I could have possibly made.  I got down and went to apologize to the captain who was eating at a table in the dining saloon.  I was shaking but it had to be done.  The captain saw me and waved me over.  He said that he heard about my mistake and he had a story to tell me.  He told me how he had been in charge of a ship just the year before.  It collided with another and he felt the weight of that on himself.  He told me that I couldn’t give up justt because I messed up once.  

It was April 14th and the day had been beautiful.  Reverend John Harper and Aunt Jessie were watching the sun go down and I felt calm.  Nan was sound asleep.  It was my shift in the crows nest and I  climbed up.  The advice I received from the captain stuck in my head.  I knew that I had another chance to prove to the other crew members that I was cut out for this.  It was 10:00 and I wasn’t tired at all.  I was just a normal shift until 11:40 hit.

 I saw something coming out of the water.  It was an iceberg I rang the bell three times and telephoned the bridge.  I kept watching for a moment because it was strange.  It wasn’t there and then it appeared.  Something was glowing inside.  I was far away but it wasn’t right.  There was a creature inside.  Its eyes were glowing.  There was an arrow on it’s head.  It’s fists were together and it looked as if it were going to destroy something.  There were arrows on his hands going towards eachother.  I had never seen anything quite like this.  I felt uneasy and thought that maybe I was seeing things.  The last thing I wanted to do was screw up again.  If it really was an iceberg I didn’t know what I was going to do.  

I thought of Nan.  If something happened tonight I would take orders but the first thing I would do was find her and get her to safety.

For awhile everything was a blur, the captain ordered us to abondon the ship.  I looked frantically for Nan.  Her father finally brought her to me.  She had been sleeping and he ran to get her.  He handed her to me and she was wrapped in a blanket.  She woke up and her father said goodbye.  For the second time in my life I cried.  Nana looked at my face and wiped my tears.  I felt what it was like to love someone right there.

I looked for Aunt Jessie.  If I didn’t get them on the same boat then I would feel dead inside forever.  This little girl would feel abandoned just the way I had.  I didn’t care if in years from now she didn’t remember the man who got her on the lifeboat.  The only thing I cared about was getting her where she needed to be.  It felt hopeless but then I saw her.  She was there in boat 11.  I rushed her over and kissed her forhead.   I thanked Aunt Jessie and Nana for being so kind to me.  The last thing I said to the little girl was remember the music.  She started to hum and I left.

I was ordered to help load lifeboat 6.  I saw all the women and children.   Each of there faces were kind and I saw mothers cling to their children with tears running down there dirty faces.  I looked and saw the iceberg.  It was still glowing but what I saw before was gone.  I turned around and saw the boy with the arrow come to me.  He called himself the avatar and his name was Ang.  He said he controlled water, wind, earth and fire.  He said he was sorry and wanted to help in any way he could.  I wasn’t angry I was actually quite content.  I was filled with joy because I knew I wasn’t crazy.  The thing I saw inside the iceberg was real!  I jumped in the air and thought of what he could do.  The very thing that caused this disaster could save many people.  I asked him to keep the night calm and the water smooth.  I pointed to Nan and asked if he could especially keep an eye on that boat.  He promised he would and I thanked him.  

Even though I was saved that night I would have been perfectly content with death.  I found a reason that made my whole life worth living.  I hadn’t saved Nan, she saved me.  She loved me and I loved her.  That was all I needed.  Some may see me as a hero but I’m not.  I may have saved some lives and been the one who spotted the iceberg but that is nothing.  Being a hero is so much more than that.  I am so different now.  I was given a purpose and Nan is that purpose. When I heard the band play a last song as the ship sank I knew she would be alright.  I hoped she thought of the music.  I want to continue being a man of the sea but I don’t know where I will end up.  In my life I’ve had one family and they aren’t my relatives.  They are the only people in my life that have ever mattered and they are my reason to live.     

  

Scene

He sits and listens to others complaints and is bothered by the fact that they don’t do anything about it.  If they are that bothered then go talk to her.  He sees messie’s dishes pile up but he doesn’t mind helping out and doing them.  He doesn’t complain about it because he doesn’t want others to see that it kind of bothers him.  Finally someone says they are going to confront her about it and ask if he would like to come.  He stays out of it.  Enough people already don’t like him so why make another person mad.  He thinks that Messie won’t appreciate being told what to do so he just assumes that he should let the dishes and trash be there.  Someone will eventually clean it up anyway.  He thinks maybe later in life this will help him since he already will have the practice cleaning up after someone.

Nightmares

I didn't really know why I was here but I had to stay.  I couldn't remember where I could go to get home if I'd ever even had one.  This was a nice place to live and I had friends.  But we all held secrets.  Secrets so deep and dark if we were to ever even tell our closest friend, that would be our last breath.  The last sentence we ever spoke.  We all worked together but then some of us worked alone.  Betrayal wasn't an option because we had no one to betray.  You could try to get out but you'd never see the glimmer of light coming into this dark place.  Believe me, I've looked.  I've spent hours in the night avoiding the dreams.  I can't help but think that they are real.  They seem like a life I've already lived.  They make me want to leave and it's hard to stay.  Curiosity can't get the best of me.  The only thing I have to lose is my life.  I'm not sure if this life is worth living.  I'm trapped and I can't get a moment alone even when I'm the only one there.  My thoughts are on chains.  I can only think this way at night.

Mental Patient, Love triangle, Family Drama

I watched every move she made from my window.  I felt trapped and stalking her made me free again.  I knew everything about her, and she didn’t even know my name.  Emmie walks home from school as if the ground is burning.  Each step is light and quick and she never looks down to see what is beneath her.  She talks to the boys she’s known for years, they are her neighbors and the three of them are best friends.  However they kept a few secrets.  There was Tanner and Emmie and then there was Ben and Emmie. She told each of them to keep the relationship secret cause she didn't want all of them to lose their friendship and it might make it awkward for the third wheel.  The same thing goes on every day.  They laugh and walk and then the three of them split up. So cliche isn’t it.  Three friends living next door to each other.  They walk to and from school and them just like a cheesy movie split up, but only to walk to their front porches.

Her world is different inside the walls.  Outside she is free and inside she is confined to something fake.  Everyday she walks in and the world flips upside down.  I feel the pain she feels.  I want her.  I think we could help each other out.  We both know what is feels like to be trapped.  I’m not crazy, I’m just in love.  In love with the way Emmie lives, her secrets are deep and I’m the only one that can dive down to the bottom.  Her quiet hands and feet walk into the mansion.  “Hello mother, I’m home.  Is there anything I can do to help you out.”, she echoes.  Her mother is sick and her father is stiff.  Her mother replies, “Oh yes my angel.  Tell me about your day at school.  That is all I need is just someone to talk to.”  She slides into the living room to see her mother wrapped up in a blanket.  Her mom tries to get up to hug Emmie but Emmie tells her to sit and runs over to embrace her.

“I will tell you about my day if you tell me about yours.  Ok?”

“ Alright dear you go first.”

“Fine.  My day was wonderful!  I talked to my teacher today about joining the math club.  

“The math club eh?  That sounds fun, but I thought you were struggling in that class.”

“Oh yes I was but remember, Ben started tutoring me and I have gotten such great scores for the past week.”

“Oh that’s fantastic sweetie!  Your father will be so proud.”

“I will go tell him right now! Thanks for talking mother.”

“Wait don’t you want to hear about my day.”

“uh sure mother but later I have to go tell dad.”

Emmie ran into her fathers study and asks him for money to join the math club.  He was so proud and of course he gave it to her.  Her phone vibrated and Tanner’s message lit up.  Emmie looked worried because she had already made plans with Ben.  She decided to go with Ben and tell Tanner she had too much homework.  Emmie snuck over to Ben’s and they went to a party.  Her father had given her money because he thought she was the perfect little angel.  She used the money for both of them to get into the party.  Her plan was geneous.  She would pretend to stay after school everyday so she could get more time in with Ben.  Then she would be able to hang out with Tanner on weekends and all three of them as friends on school nights.

Tanner got worried when Emmie didn’t reply so he called the house phone.  Her mother answered and told him that Emmie wasn’t home and she had probably gone out to have Ben tutor her.  Tanner was angry so he walked over to Ben’s house.  His mom said that Ben was in the basement tutoring Emmie.  Tanner was satisfied with this answer so he went home.

That night when Emmie got home she was not quite herself.  Emmie thought her parents would be in bed when she got home. She slid the back door open and tiptoed inside.  Her father was sitting right there with tears rolling down his cheeks.  Emmie saw her mother lying motionless on the couch.  Emmie felt the guilt and started to apologize to her father.  He told her to stop and call the police.  Her shaking hands could barely dial the numbers.

The paramedics had gotten there and Emmie called Tanner over to comfort her.  Ben woke up to the lights and noises blaring into his window.  He jumped out of bed and ran to the house.  Ben walked onto the front lawn and found Tanner kissing Emmie.  He immediately went up and knocked him over.  They fought and Emmie cried in her shame of living a double life.  

She is mine now.  I had to take her out of that horrible mess she called her life.  She is in my closet when the nurses come in.  She keeps quiet.  I tell her she will never get out and she doesn’t try because of the fear I will kill her.  She is best off here with me.  After all I’m the only one who truly knows her thoughts ….. her feelings.  She is the only thing that I can call my own and she doesn’t even know my name.     

    

Obsession

Obsession won’t go away no matter how many times you ask her to.  She follows you around and tries to get into your life in anyway she can.  When you say something horrible about her she will come back even more willing to be your friend. Obsession is self centered, she wants all the attention.  She plays well in the game of inception and almost always wins.  When Obsession talks her words are powerful and she never hesitates to change the subject.  Perfection understands her thoughts and the way she can’t let things just slide.  Acceptance and Obsession bicker about everything, Acceptance can’t seem to understand why Obsession doesn’t like to get to know an idea and then move on.  Obsession always comes out with the last word in their fights because she knows the power of a single idea.  Obsession barks at Light-hearted and jumps up onto her, when Light-hearted has had enough she shrugs Obsession off but she circles her and barks again.  Obsession sits in front of the class and shoots her hand in the air whenever her teacher emptiness asks a question.  Emptiness always accepts her answers. She sends me letters everyday reminding me that she will always be there and betrayal hasn’t even crossed her mind.  When I walk into my room at night she is sitting on my bed waiting for me to talk to her until the sun comes up again.  She doesn’t ever leave my side. 

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    The couple came by late that afternoon to take a look at the dogs and found they quite liked the runt. I was happy to see that the runt would soon be leaving me. I didn’t know this couple, nor did I care about them. As long as the runt was gone, and I lived.
   
    The mother gave birth to the puppies at 1:02 in the morning on Thursday.
    There was a runt, much smaller than rest, but most definitely cuter than all the other combined. He stood out from the others and you could instantly tell that he was special.
    The runt showed a special caring nature for his sibling’s and his parents. He was up and moving immediately. He liked to nibble and lick my hands so I let him.
    After the course of a few days I realized that this runt didn’t have normal behavior. He was always sleeping during the day and always moving up at night. He never liked to eat the food I gave him. He would always go out in the yard and I wouldn’t see him for a while. Then he would come back in and be just fine. I took him to the vet to see if he had problems with eating. The vet told me that he was eating regularly and must be eating when I was at work or out of the house.
    I took this answer without question but when I got home I realized that if the other puppies didn’t eat the runts food, it would always just sit there.
    He wasn’t eating.
    Or so I thought.
     After a hard day of work I saw a news special on t.v. of puzzling disappearances of people I knew around the neighborhood. I didn’t know them well, but I recognized their faces from seeing them around. It was strange. What was happening to these people?
    Would I be next? I fell asleep to this thought.
    The t.v. was still going and I woke in the night to the sound of a car commercial. I clicked the power button and noticed strange sounds coming from the back patio.
    I walked slowly to the kitchen when I heard the small runt scamper into the kitchen. He began lapping up water from the small dog bowl and then ran back out the dog door onto the back patio without even noticing me.
    I slowly approached the kitchen window where I took a peek outside. I could hear eating sounds but all i could see was the feet of someone laying on the porch. Then suddenly, the runt appeared. He bit the persons foot and dragged it away from the window where I could no longer see anything.
    I had to know what was happening so I rushed to the door and quickly opened it to reveal the torn apart body of my next door neighbor. The runt was chewing on the insides of Mr. Bridwall. I vomited everything I had eaten that day at the site of my cutest dog eating my neighbor.
    I ran inside to the sink where I washed my face.
    The runt eats humans. That is why he doesn’t eat the food I give him.
    What would I do with the body? How would I cover this up? Could this be what happened to the other disappearances around the town?
    I turned around to go back outside when I saw the dog peacefully sleeping on his little bed next to the other dogs. I peered outside and saw nothing on the back patio.
    The runt ate everything.
   

    After I had discovered what the runt was doing, I was happy to know that the couple who was interested in him would be meeting me at the park’s river in the morning to collect the dog.
    I felt a little guilty selling this killer dog to the couple but I might have been next so I had to sell it.
    I put the dog in the kennel carefully and headed to the park.
    When I drove up the couple’s car was already there but to my surprise when i stepped out I saw a little girl get out of the car and approach me.
    I was giving the dog to a poor innocent child?
    I couldn’t. It was too painful.
    No, I had too.
    The little girl ran to the kennel and started talking cutely to the runt. She took the dog from me and nuzzled it in her arms. The runt nibbled on her fingers and a little bit of blood ran out. She pulled her hand away and told the runt, “No biting, Peanut.”
    Guilt filled my soul. How could I give this evil dog to such an innocent girl. If I let her take the dog, she would be dead by morning.
    I couldn’t let that happen.
    I grabbed the dog from her arms and ran for the river. I jumped in with the dog in my hands and that was the last anyone saw of the Runt and I.

    I see the little the girl sometimes, with a leash in her hand, walking one of the other pups from the litter. She had probably been given it when my relatives were going through my things.
    The news articles said I committed suicide with the dog because I was depressed or had mental problems but I know why I did what I did.
    
    
   

My Favorite Short Story

My favorite short story is called the monkey's paw. It's about a family who gets a mummified monkey paw brought to them and are warned not to mess around with it.  The man who brought it throws it in the fire but the dad gets it out.  He doesn't believe it can really harm anyone so he wishes on it and things start to go wrong.http://www.americanliterature.com/Jacobs/SS/TheMonkeysPaw.html

Under the Rug

The people renting Mr.Talbot’s basement had proved to be quite the disturbance.  Two weeks ago he was in his bedroom just about to lay down for a good nights rest when he heard a strange noise coming from the main floor.  He thought that is was probably just his imagination until he heard the voices.  He thought that they sounded familiar, In fact much like the ones of the children living in his basement.  He slowly crept down the stairs into the living room.  When his eyes had finally become familiar with the dark he saw a saw sticking up out of the floor.  He immediately starting yelling, but he wasn’t very intimidating because the only sound coming back at him was giggling.  These giggles seemed to slap him in the face and he was very frustrated.  For once in his life he just wanted someone to take him seriously, and if a child wouldn’t then surely an adult wouldn’t either.

Mr. Talbot sat and watched the saw move in and out of his sight.  Finally a piece of his new floor fell into the basement.  He looked down and to his surprise he saw two little girls.  He thought that it might be a wild boy getting into more trouble than his parents could handle but he was wrong.  He stuck his head down and got poked in the eye.  His vision was already blurry because he hadn’t grabbed his glasses before going downstairs, but now he could barely see at all.

Mr. Talbot was furious at this point.  He stood up and ran down the stairs.  He barged in the parents bedroom and woke them up harshly.  He started to yell as loud as he could but his yell was hardly scary at all.  Mr. Talbot had a very calming voice and no matter what he did he had a sarcastic tone.  The parents laughed just as the little girls had.  They apologized but found it funny that their twin girls had cut a hole in his floor.  “Oh Mr. Talbot were truly sorry, but you know maybe the girls just wanted to be able to talk to you more often.  We live in your basement after all and you have never even tried to get to know us.”  Mr. Talbot found it offensive that they wouldn’t take his anger seriously so he went upstairs to get some rest.

The next morning he went and bought a rug to cover the hole.  The rug added a nice touch to his living room and he let his anger slip away.  What the mom said stuck in his head.  Maybe the little girls just wanted to get to know him better, yes this sounded like a nice idea.  He felt guilty that he never made the effort to get to know the family but, as the days went by he forgot about them.

Two weeks passed and it happened again.  Mr. Talbot was in the kitchen grabbing a quick snack before heading out to an evening show at the theater.  Sliding things around in the pantry and slamming cupboards shut was not his usual routine but he was in a hurry.  He finaly decided on a bowl of cereal which he shoveled down.  He grabbed his jacket and started across the new living room rug.  Just as he was about to step where the hole had been cut he remebered and cautiously moved his leg back.  He sat there for a moment pondering how lucky he was that he hadn’t fallen through.  Then it came, the bump appeared right before his eyes.  Mr. Talbot heard the giggle and couldn’t control himself.  Without thinking he picked up the chair and the thought of someone taking him seriously lingered in his head.  Next thing he new the chair came down and he couldn’t beleive himself.

The scream still plays through his head each night.  The family was gone and his basement was left only occupied with the horrible memory.  As hard as he tried it wouldn’t leave.  Her horrified blank face and the tears streaming down the families faces.  Emma was in the hospital for 3 months holding on with everything she had.  She just couldn’t make it with all the damage Mr. Talbot had done to her brain.  Under the rug was regret and the plead for forgiveness.  Surely being in prison wasn’t the way to be taken seriously.

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