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i'm not really sure how to even go about creating an entry for this topic.
the topic is om nom nom.
i think my story will contain the following elements, and be non-humorous, because i am really bad at writing humorous fiction.
-death of a pet, i think a dog, by poisoning
-two brothers, one with a dog that he loves above all things
-a jealous brother (younger or older?) who decides to punish his brother and his dog with the "medicine for pests"
-remorse, and anger
The Food That Wasn't Food
Looking back on that day now, I am filled with regret over how stupid I was. Jacob and I had always been as thick as thieves, at least until that day. That was the day I learned about the finality of death.
I woke up that morning on the wrong side of the bed. Or the room. Or the planet. The colour of the walls, the bed, my clothes didn't agree with me. I was grouchy and irritated. I felt I should never have woken up that morning. It is only later in life that you learn to go with those feelings.
Jacob burst into my room like a bat out of hell the second he heard my angry footsteps stomping about my bedroom. Joker wasn't far behind, he never was. My black mood instantly lightened. Jacob was my idol. He was seventeen, and the epitome of perfection. He was everything I strived and hoped that I would one day be; tall, sandy blond hair and blue eyes, a chiseled jaw and sharp cheekbones an already solid physique and he was "hung like a horse". the last bit I had overheard his girlfriend Cindy telling a friend of hers. I wasn't yet sure what it meant, but it definitely sounded like something to be proud of.
'What's up, Maverick?' he smiled, ruffling my sandy blond hair, the twin to his. His eyes crinkled up around the corners in that special smile he reserved just for me.
'Nothing much, Goose,' I replied, pushing Joker's head away as he nudged me for a pat. I wasn't in the mood today. 'Just hungry, what's for breakfast?'
'Ah, I don't know. I just got in from Cindy's,' he said, waggling his brows in a suggestive manner. 'Let's go see. Come, Joker.'
He and his dog trotted off down the stairs and I lagged behind, still groggy.
By the time i got to the kitchen, Joker was sitting back on his haunches in my chair - and Jacob was smiling my smile at him as he fed him strips of bacon. I instantly saw red.
'joker, down,' I barked out.
Unused to the harsh tone, Joker jumped down immediately and whining, placed his head in Jacob's lap. Jacob stared at me in shock and reproach.
'Whoa, bud. Don't talk to Joker like that. What's your problem this morning? it's like you have a vendetta against him today or something.' he said as he comforted the large labrador.
wow.
so my free write skills suck.
i hate this already.
i'll (maybe) finish it tomorrow,