Writing Prompt

Band, it sounds nerdy and weird when it comes to find as being a freshman in highschool. People think that band kids are just weird, annoying and loud. What band is to me is more than just some kids and one instruments we play. Band is the ONLY time I feel like I can really breathe without worrying about anything. Music calls to me like breakfast in the morning or dinner at night. Once i’m out of ...

I once was adopted by someone else a very mean person.Who threw me out of a car. I was just a puppy. I was beaten, kicked and starved. I was scared. Suddenly,a Dog catcher caught me, and brought me to the pound.. I was happy to be brought to the pound.I was fed and washed, felt secure in the cage.

In a pound, people come in to look and adopt you.. There was this little five-year-old girl,

who fe...

My human was a strange person. We lived somewhere where no one else lived. He wore the same thing every day and also ate the same thing every day. Occasionally we would get visitors, but they would not stay long. I don't think they liked my strange human either. He never hurt me; he never even yelled at me. He just always had the same look and always called me for food at the exact same time every...

Most mornings followed the same routine.

A fresh bowl of fat trimmings, small bones, and a sliced boiled egg laid out in front of the big sliding glass door, which previewed if the weather allowed a nice walk or not.

If weather did permit, a refreshing walk through the gated community, just long enough that my senior joints wouldn’t be affected.

Jim, my human, would carry me back inside our hom...

"Wake up, Sam!" I hear Timothy call from the doorway. He knows I'm awake. It's a game he likes to play. I humor him and roll over on my back and huff. The car and his keys make enough noise to wake up the entire neighborhood. "I brought chicken! We're cheating on our diet tonight." He laughs as he comes into the living room to find me. The more ridiculous I look, the happier he is. And when he's h...

I give them my best puppy eyes, whine in that way everyone finds really cute and sit down like the good boy I am.

They’re watching me and smiling. I cock my head and yawn.

The sandwich, they pick it up!

I shuffle my feet and slide a little closer. I can smell the ham and cheese.

The sandwich goes higher and higher and- What? They take a bite. And another. What’s happening?

I whine inquisitive...

In the beginning of my life, you were there

Nourishing me and giving your care

You played ball with me everyday

And after work I’d hear you say

“What a good boy you are”

Then why did we get in this car

Why did the bottle find you

And what did you let it do to you

What monster has taken you from me

And why do you yell when it’s I you see

Do you not hear my whimpers after your beats

And wh...

I don’t understand why Mom is crying

Did I do something bad?

No, I was good today.

Dad is acting weird though,

And Mom is crying!

Mom is crying.

I go to lick her face to tell her I love her, because that’s what I always do.

She leaves, and I have a terrible feeling she’s not coming back.

Dad is acting weird.

Dad is acting weird!

I smell her tears and his cologne, but also I smell danger and fe...

I don't remember much of my mother. She could have had brown fur. Or black. I don't recall how she looked. However, with tightly closed, mucous covered newborn eyes I smelt her. My nose would spring to life when she was near - scent crackling like electricity from her milk ladened nipples arcing towards my young nose. I would nose toward her, then, until I could feel the warmth just as strongly a...

It’s another day of my dad coming back home late. It hurts to only see him at night and he barely has time to give me any attention. I can’t help my tail wagging uncontrollably or my ears perking up when I hear distinct footsteps and his keys jingling. He comes in and I’m all over him, asking to play or give me treats or anything at all.

I first saw him at the animal adoption center. It was my ...