Last week I asked you guys to send me some examples of your creative works. And guess what? OWL blog reader Sinead came through! She sent me a very cool piece of short fiction, and I’m going to post a small piece of it for you guys to check out.
What you need to know: it’s a story told from the point of view of a dog named Longear. I’m posting my favourite part, in which Longear sneaks inside and eavesdrops on her family. (Longear lives with two adults and five kids). Up
until this point in the story, Longear doesn’t feel very welcome where she’s living. Like, at all.
Here we go:
I sneaked inside, and I heard Mom talking. I hid and listened. I could hear every word perfectly, even though I was in the room over. “It was your responsibility to look after the dog,” Mom was saying. “You feed it, you give it water, and you pick up the poop!”
Now the voice changed. It was either Alex or Jesse. They sounded the same as well as looked the same.
“Mom, I don’t like doing that stuff, and no one else does anything for that dog!”
Now I was certain that it was Jesse. I knew Alex wouldn’t say anything like that. For one thing, she always called me “Kate,” like it was my name. Mom started talking again and pulled me out of my train of thought.
“I don’t care if you hate the thing. If you don’t start taking care of it, I’m getting rid of it!”
“Fine!” said who I thought was Jesse. “Go ahead, get rid of it! I don’t care!” And she started stomping my way.
She stormed right past the table I was hiding under. I looked up to see her; she had a stony look on her face like she had been made out of rocks and pebbles instead of skin and bone, and she did not look like Jesse. Jesse had shorter hair and darker eyes than Alex, and this girl had light eyes and long hair. It was certainly Alex; I just couldn’t believe it until Mom said “Alex! Get back here!” and she shouted “No! Leave me alone!”
The one person in this house who had acted like she liked me had just said she didn’t care if I went away! Well, I would go away all right! See if I would stay here after all that!
I ran out the door and into the backyard and started to dig a hole. I would have kept digging the hole if Tim hadn’t walked through the back fence at that moment.
“Mom! I have a cut on my ankle!” he said. “Can I have a Band-aid?”
While Tim shouted from the gateway, I slipped past and got into the back lane. I ran. I ran past the house and past five more houses until I felt safe enough to slow down a bit. I slowed to a quick jog.
Cool, huh? I especially like this part because it creates a lot of suspense: what happens next? Where will Longear go? Many, many thanks to Sinead for sending me her story. I love it and I hope all you guys do too.
Talk to you later.