Post by bubblegum91 on Jul 26, 2011 1:20:53 GMT -5
So in this other forum I bum around in, they have these short story "contests." I posted one of mine just for funzies. Since I haven't really written a short story since the "10th grade" thought I'd post it here, sorry if it's too long. Tell me what you think. The topic was, "Strange Pet." Word limit, min- 500, max- 1500.
"My favorite Pet."
The alarm clock, perched on the pearl white dresser, screamed at me, heralding the start of a new day. As I peeled myself from my bed I scowled at the electronic item, that had rudely chased away my wondrous dreams.
I shuffled down the hallway, as I lazily brushed away the sleep from my eyes.
"Great, another day," I grumbled to no one in particular.
'Just nine years old, and already complaining about life,' my mother's voice scolded me, inside my mind.
I entered my bathroom, lavender and stale water suddenly attacked my nose.
I approached my sink, and ran my finger over the lotions and soap scum occupying the back rim. I glanced at the once silver taps, now draped in jackets of rust.
I peered at my reflection, which offered me a lazy smile.
I looked a mess. My shaggy, long black locks, bounced in front of my jade green eyes, looking more like Medusa's hair than mine. My usually pristine white teeth were wrapped in a blanket of plaque and dark circles hung heavily under my eyes.
I released a small gasp of horror, and my upper lip curled in disgust.
With my appearance under control, I decided it was time for breakfast.
I crashed into my favorite worn out leather chair, the frayed edges stiffened at my arrival.
My nose happily devoured the scent of bacon and eggs, causing my stomach to rumble impatiently. My mother smiled at me, as she plopped several plates, filled to the brim, on the brown table.
I attacked my breakfast with such ferocity, it made my mother shake her head in disapproval, for a girl was meant to eat more delicately and ladylike.
"Can I give my scraps to Spike," I asked my mother enthusiastically, between bites of eggs. I could feel the yolk trickling down my chin, as my mother watched in horror. I quickly wiped it away, and looked at her expectantly.
"Do you even have any scraps to give?" my mother asked, a hint of sarcasm rippled through her tone.
I flashed a grin in return.
"Alright, but be quick," My mother said. "The bus will be here soon."
I nodded energetically and dashed for the basement. Mum always said that Spike made such a mess indoors, and I had to bargain for him to have his own room. The basement was the agreement, on the condition I kept it in order.
Of course, with homework and school, I may have neglected my duties.
This was evidenced when I cautiously entered Spike's room, and wafts of stale air and mildew bellowed around me.
"Spike," I called in a singsong voice, as I descended the rickety wooden stairs carefully.
The last step creaked in rebellion, sending a sharp noise throughout the little room. I let out a frightened squeak, then wrinkled my nose in disgust at my cowardice.
"Spike, I got some bacon for ya, boy."
Silence answered me.
"Come on, Spike," I said, my concern growing, twisting my stomach in knots. By now Spike would have attacked me, this meant he was sad.
I slowly walked to the dark corner, which was occupied by Spike's bed. A flickering light bulb, swung from it's steel noose, above me. Showering illumination awkwardly throughout the room.
"Look, boy," I coaxed, "Yummy bacon. Mmm."
A nose extended toward me, furiously sniffing the air. A little figure edged it's way out of the shadows, still smelling enthusiastically.
The concern released me, and I watched curiously as Spike made his way to my meager scraps.
A mattered tuft of fur adorned his charcoal head, long lanky limbs dangled from a taut body and blue eyes shone at me, lovingly and trustingly.
The side of his mouth curved upwards, revealing glistening white fangs.
He quickly wolfed down the bacon, and whimpered expectantly for more.
"Sorry, boy," I said with a sigh. "I'll get you some more later."
I ruffled his hair roughly, and he snuggled up to my touch with vigor.
"Janey," yelled my mother. "The bus is coming."
"Coming," I yelled back, as my eyes rolled backwards.
"Don't roll your eyes at me, young lady," my mother admonished loudly.
'How did she know?'
Spike let out a sound that almost sounded like a chuckle.
"Sorry, boy. I gotta go."
I could hear his whining even as I reached the top step, blue eyes still shining at me.
"Don't worry, boy. I'll be back soon."
I spun around one last time, "Oh, I almost forgot. Mum says we'll be kidnapping another man next week. Hear that? Soon you will have someone to play with. But don't worry, boy. You'll always be my favorite pet."
"My favorite Pet."
The alarm clock, perched on the pearl white dresser, screamed at me, heralding the start of a new day. As I peeled myself from my bed I scowled at the electronic item, that had rudely chased away my wondrous dreams.
I shuffled down the hallway, as I lazily brushed away the sleep from my eyes.
"Great, another day," I grumbled to no one in particular.
'Just nine years old, and already complaining about life,' my mother's voice scolded me, inside my mind.
I entered my bathroom, lavender and stale water suddenly attacked my nose.
I approached my sink, and ran my finger over the lotions and soap scum occupying the back rim. I glanced at the once silver taps, now draped in jackets of rust.
I peered at my reflection, which offered me a lazy smile.
I looked a mess. My shaggy, long black locks, bounced in front of my jade green eyes, looking more like Medusa's hair than mine. My usually pristine white teeth were wrapped in a blanket of plaque and dark circles hung heavily under my eyes.
I released a small gasp of horror, and my upper lip curled in disgust.
With my appearance under control, I decided it was time for breakfast.
I crashed into my favorite worn out leather chair, the frayed edges stiffened at my arrival.
My nose happily devoured the scent of bacon and eggs, causing my stomach to rumble impatiently. My mother smiled at me, as she plopped several plates, filled to the brim, on the brown table.
I attacked my breakfast with such ferocity, it made my mother shake her head in disapproval, for a girl was meant to eat more delicately and ladylike.
"Can I give my scraps to Spike," I asked my mother enthusiastically, between bites of eggs. I could feel the yolk trickling down my chin, as my mother watched in horror. I quickly wiped it away, and looked at her expectantly.
"Do you even have any scraps to give?" my mother asked, a hint of sarcasm rippled through her tone.
I flashed a grin in return.
"Alright, but be quick," My mother said. "The bus will be here soon."
I nodded energetically and dashed for the basement. Mum always said that Spike made such a mess indoors, and I had to bargain for him to have his own room. The basement was the agreement, on the condition I kept it in order.
Of course, with homework and school, I may have neglected my duties.
This was evidenced when I cautiously entered Spike's room, and wafts of stale air and mildew bellowed around me.
"Spike," I called in a singsong voice, as I descended the rickety wooden stairs carefully.
The last step creaked in rebellion, sending a sharp noise throughout the little room. I let out a frightened squeak, then wrinkled my nose in disgust at my cowardice.
"Spike, I got some bacon for ya, boy."
Silence answered me.
"Come on, Spike," I said, my concern growing, twisting my stomach in knots. By now Spike would have attacked me, this meant he was sad.
I slowly walked to the dark corner, which was occupied by Spike's bed. A flickering light bulb, swung from it's steel noose, above me. Showering illumination awkwardly throughout the room.
"Look, boy," I coaxed, "Yummy bacon. Mmm."
A nose extended toward me, furiously sniffing the air. A little figure edged it's way out of the shadows, still smelling enthusiastically.
The concern released me, and I watched curiously as Spike made his way to my meager scraps.
A mattered tuft of fur adorned his charcoal head, long lanky limbs dangled from a taut body and blue eyes shone at me, lovingly and trustingly.
The side of his mouth curved upwards, revealing glistening white fangs.
He quickly wolfed down the bacon, and whimpered expectantly for more.
"Sorry, boy," I said with a sigh. "I'll get you some more later."
I ruffled his hair roughly, and he snuggled up to my touch with vigor.
"Janey," yelled my mother. "The bus is coming."
"Coming," I yelled back, as my eyes rolled backwards.
"Don't roll your eyes at me, young lady," my mother admonished loudly.
'How did she know?'
Spike let out a sound that almost sounded like a chuckle.
"Sorry, boy. I gotta go."
I could hear his whining even as I reached the top step, blue eyes still shining at me.
"Don't worry, boy. I'll be back soon."
I spun around one last time, "Oh, I almost forgot. Mum says we'll be kidnapping another man next week. Hear that? Soon you will have someone to play with. But don't worry, boy. You'll always be my favorite pet."
