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A Bother of Wings (Response to Image Writing Prompt #146)

I love this story it is so adorable. I love the focalisation on the dogs so you get the feeling it is from their perspective.

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https://purpldragon.wordpress.com/2018/04/16/image-writing-prompt-146/

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“Just relax. You’ll be fine!” Penny called. She raced around the garage, her little legs scrambling with anxiety, faster and faster.

“I’m better than fine! This is amazing!” Oliver shouted back from near the ceiling, then careened into a stack of empty cardboard boxes. He bounced to the ground and looked stunned. Penny raced over and frantically nosed his face. Was he okay? Was he? Was he?

“Grr, Penny, get off! I’m fine. See?” He shook himself and grinned at her. His fur was sticking up on end and he had a packing peanut stuck to his head.

“This would happen while the humans are out, wouldn’t it?” Penny started pacing again, not as fast, but just as anxiously. Oliver sighed and scratched off the pesky peanut. “You had to go and eat that magic cheese. I told you not to! And look what happened!” She…

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Shapeshifter (Story Fragment)

‘He’s right behind me isn’t he,’ I asked.

‘Actually he’s right in front of you,’ she said.

‘What were?’ I asked looking around and checking behind me just in case.

‘He’s the cat,’ she said.

The cat who had been stalking up and down the coffee table, arched its back and hissed at her.

‘Sorry Dad,’ she said, ‘but he would have found out eventually.’

‘Don’t tell me he’s a shape shifter,’ I groaned.

She nodded.

‘I’m sorry,’ I said to the cat, ‘I shouldn’t have talked about you behind your back but you shouldn’t have been eavesdropping.’

The cat yowled at me and stalked out of the room. A minute later a tall ginger haired man stalked into the room.

‘You should be more careful with your words young man,’ he said, ‘especially if you want to keep seeing my daughter.

Saving The City

I really enjoyed reading this, it’s such an awesome story in response to one of my writing prompts by Carol J Forrester go check out her blog.

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He couldn’t have left it well alone. Of all the screw ups in his life, Jupp was pretty sure that this one topped them all. Scratch that. He was absolutely positive, that this moment, standing on this hill, staring at what little was left of the city he’d grown up in, was the most screwed up, screw up he’d ever had the misfortune to be part of.

He should have know better than to release something that could survive for centuries in a sealed container. He should have know better than to go rooting through the back room of Old Man Iron’s workshop when he should have been anywhere but there. He should have know better than to steal the jar that quite clearly stated it wasn’t to be opened under any circumstances lest great tragedy and doom befall the land.

Jupp was an idiot and he realised that fully.

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