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by Panda Coffee 12/7/2011, 10:52 pmOk, so I was told to write a fictional narrative for school and I came up with this, keep in mind that this is a short story AND the unedited version, we're still working it out.
It was a normal evening, the stars shining brightly, bats emerging from their nests, car horns blaring in the distance. A black and white Border Collie trotted the streets of New York. She was beautiful, with light blue eyes the color of pure ice. Her back and chest were littered with gray and black spots, creating a dapple effect. Her right flank was a mass of deep ebony, sleek and shiny. Her front paws matched the colors of her chest and back, a white as pure as powdered sugar, littered with soft gray and black spots. Her back paws were both unmatched, the right a black as deep as Halloween night, and the left a white as umblemished and clean as the blanket of snow you wake up to on Christmas day.
This Collie, in particular, was a normal dog. A stray, with no home to speak of. Her brain as undeveloped as any dog's. Only living to eat, sleep, and chase the mailman. She never longed for more, never asked for what she couldn't have. This was the only life she knew of. So how could she want more? That is, until she caught a glimpse of what she could have, when she caught a glimpse of the doggy heaven.
The Collie glanced up as she heard a car approaching, ready to bolt. But this car was coming too fast around the corner, police sirens blaring behind it. The car was old, boxy, with the paint chipping off, and rust stainging spots a deep red. A burly man sat behind the wheel, his eyes crazed like a trapped animal. His eyes widend in faint shock as the headlights illuminated the Collie, seconds before the fatal impact. The last thing she saw was a rusted and crumpled license plate imprinted with the words “DOGZR#1.”
She woke in the shade of a dank alley, cloying scents permeating the air. A new intelligance shone in her eyes, bright and unrestricted. She had gone to the gates of heaven and come back as a new dog. She had seen the golden tunnel of light and turned around, went back through the darkness to reach her body. Something had tagged along, a soul of something more than a dog. Maybe a human, maybe some other creature they had yet to discover. But one thing was true, she wasn't just a dog anymore, she was more than that, she was something else. Not quite human, but not quite animal.
Now that she was smarter, she knew what she was missing, the feeling of a warm home, food she didn't have to scavenge for. The warmth of a human against her side. The feeling of a soft caress, the excitement of a game of Frisbee in the back yard. She needed a home, she needed a human. And she was going to find one.
Darkness had fallen over the city, at least as dark as it could ever get in New York. A bone-chilling cold making her breath puff out, a white cloud of life in the frosty winter air. Thankfully, her coat was thick and warm, sleek and unruffled despite the accident. An icy stillness decended over the city, the looming buildings around her dark and cold, the windows tightly shuttered. One thing was true, nobody was going to take her in here.
By the time she got into a more respectable part of town, a light snow had started to fall, dusting the ground into a smooth blanket of white, broken only by the pawprints of the Collie. Brightly colored lights shone out into the night, the darkend silloutes of huge Christmas trees glared almost threatingly out of shaded windows. Somewhere in the back of her mind she knew what it was, the day, the meaning of this night they called Christmas eve. Maybe she was part human.
The snbow began to layer over her fur, melting from her heat and sending icy water deep down to the skin. She was cold, too cold, maybe she would die after all. Maybe she would just give in and curl up in this powder-soft snow. Her next step took her into a deep snowbank muzzle-first, the snow stinging her nose and ears like a hive of angry bees. She curled up in the snowbank, her fluffy tail offering little cover from the persistant flakes falling down. Soon she was nothing but a mound in the softly falling snow, what could be so beautiful yet so deadly at the same time?
The next morning the sun rose slowly, as if hesitant to accidently melt the fluffy white mounds of snow. In the houses, little girls and boys were eagerly springing out of bed and racing dowstairs in their footy pjs to get a look at the bright packages sitting underneath the tree. Older boys were grabbing the new sleds they found somewhere in the mound of presents and begging their parents if they could, just once, go out before breakfast. It seemed that only one mother on this street was willing to let her kids go before eating, a kindly woman in her mid-forties, her once-gleaming cocoa colored hair lined with gray. Her little boy and girl eagerly stepped into bright snowsuits and tattered scarves, pulling on red and green gloves and snow boots, grabbing a gleaming silver sled from the closet, long forgotten until the first snow.
These two chanced apon the fading Collie, buried deep in the snow at the bottom of the hill. These two were the ones that heaved her onto the sled and dragged her up the hill back to her house. These two were the ones who begged and pleaded the vet to come in on Christmas, promising him all of their presents if they would just save the dog. These two were the ones who decided to name her Hope, because of the very best Christmas they had ever had. These two were the ones who nursed her slowly back to help and decided to keep her. These two were the ones that loved her, gave her a toasty warm home, layed beside her in front of the fire. These two were the ones who made her Christmas wish come true.
It was a normal evening, the stars shining brightly, bats emerging from their nests, car horns blaring in the distance. A black and white Border Collie trotted the streets of New York. She was beautiful, with light blue eyes the color of pure ice. Her back and chest were littered with gray and black spots, creating a dapple effect. Her right flank was a mass of deep ebony, sleek and shiny. Her front paws matched the colors of her chest and back, a white as pure as powdered sugar, littered with soft gray and black spots. Her back paws were both unmatched, the right a black as deep as Halloween night, and the left a white as umblemished and clean as the blanket of snow you wake up to on Christmas day.
This Collie, in particular, was a normal dog. A stray, with no home to speak of. Her brain as undeveloped as any dog's. Only living to eat, sleep, and chase the mailman. She never longed for more, never asked for what she couldn't have. This was the only life she knew of. So how could she want more? That is, until she caught a glimpse of what she could have, when she caught a glimpse of the doggy heaven.
The Collie glanced up as she heard a car approaching, ready to bolt. But this car was coming too fast around the corner, police sirens blaring behind it. The car was old, boxy, with the paint chipping off, and rust stainging spots a deep red. A burly man sat behind the wheel, his eyes crazed like a trapped animal. His eyes widend in faint shock as the headlights illuminated the Collie, seconds before the fatal impact. The last thing she saw was a rusted and crumpled license plate imprinted with the words “DOGZR#1.”
She woke in the shade of a dank alley, cloying scents permeating the air. A new intelligance shone in her eyes, bright and unrestricted. She had gone to the gates of heaven and come back as a new dog. She had seen the golden tunnel of light and turned around, went back through the darkness to reach her body. Something had tagged along, a soul of something more than a dog. Maybe a human, maybe some other creature they had yet to discover. But one thing was true, she wasn't just a dog anymore, she was more than that, she was something else. Not quite human, but not quite animal.
Now that she was smarter, she knew what she was missing, the feeling of a warm home, food she didn't have to scavenge for. The warmth of a human against her side. The feeling of a soft caress, the excitement of a game of Frisbee in the back yard. She needed a home, she needed a human. And she was going to find one.
Darkness had fallen over the city, at least as dark as it could ever get in New York. A bone-chilling cold making her breath puff out, a white cloud of life in the frosty winter air. Thankfully, her coat was thick and warm, sleek and unruffled despite the accident. An icy stillness decended over the city, the looming buildings around her dark and cold, the windows tightly shuttered. One thing was true, nobody was going to take her in here.
By the time she got into a more respectable part of town, a light snow had started to fall, dusting the ground into a smooth blanket of white, broken only by the pawprints of the Collie. Brightly colored lights shone out into the night, the darkend silloutes of huge Christmas trees glared almost threatingly out of shaded windows. Somewhere in the back of her mind she knew what it was, the day, the meaning of this night they called Christmas eve. Maybe she was part human.
The snbow began to layer over her fur, melting from her heat and sending icy water deep down to the skin. She was cold, too cold, maybe she would die after all. Maybe she would just give in and curl up in this powder-soft snow. Her next step took her into a deep snowbank muzzle-first, the snow stinging her nose and ears like a hive of angry bees. She curled up in the snowbank, her fluffy tail offering little cover from the persistant flakes falling down. Soon she was nothing but a mound in the softly falling snow, what could be so beautiful yet so deadly at the same time?
The next morning the sun rose slowly, as if hesitant to accidently melt the fluffy white mounds of snow. In the houses, little girls and boys were eagerly springing out of bed and racing dowstairs in their footy pjs to get a look at the bright packages sitting underneath the tree. Older boys were grabbing the new sleds they found somewhere in the mound of presents and begging their parents if they could, just once, go out before breakfast. It seemed that only one mother on this street was willing to let her kids go before eating, a kindly woman in her mid-forties, her once-gleaming cocoa colored hair lined with gray. Her little boy and girl eagerly stepped into bright snowsuits and tattered scarves, pulling on red and green gloves and snow boots, grabbing a gleaming silver sled from the closet, long forgotten until the first snow.
These two chanced apon the fading Collie, buried deep in the snow at the bottom of the hill. These two were the ones that heaved her onto the sled and dragged her up the hill back to her house. These two were the ones who begged and pleaded the vet to come in on Christmas, promising him all of their presents if they would just save the dog. These two were the ones who decided to name her Hope, because of the very best Christmas they had ever had. These two were the ones who nursed her slowly back to help and decided to keep her. These two were the ones that loved her, gave her a toasty warm home, layed beside her in front of the fire. These two were the ones who made her Christmas wish come true.
