Here's my entry. This time the limit was set at 150 and the plot was about a dog that smells something awful/nasty and the reader should find out only at the end what's the reason for such a smell. I'm sorry if it hurts some of your delicate readers....it is based on real experience.
The day sprang peacefully; the Sun was emerging from the sea. I let Inky off the leash and contemplated the beach for a few minutes. I counted the flock of seagulls, caressed the tall grass with my eyes.
‘Inky!’ – My calling did not echo in the vast open space, it fell flat onto the sand.There she came, her ears flipping as she ran towards me.
‘Good girl’ I patted her.
I intended to stroll a bit more among the dunes, so I descended towards the beach. I wished to see the waves from really close. I like how they come out and go back again. I like the foam.
The dog was not coming and I called out again.Then I saw her and smelled her.
Oh, not again…
She was having her morning snack right at where I have been squatting.
Not again, you nasty dog.
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Grrrrrrrroooosssss!!! I have a little dog named Drusilla and thank the heavens, she's not been in any messes.
Also, had a question about the oatmeal recipe below. Pop by the blog when you get a chance and let me know. I would mucho appreciate it.
Icky and funny.
Beth,
I like how my story (based on real experience!!!) grosses out anyone reading it...
Yesm I studied the measurements for you and answered your question.
Strugglingwriter,
;)
I'm glad you liked it.
Great pacing. :)
Our dog eats dead birds. Nice.
Thank you, Jason. This is a short story, as I wrote, based on real experience. Perhaps that real experience made pacing better than usual.
Eating dead birds sounds a bit better, though...
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