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        I pull my hood up over my head. I have been hearing weird sounds coming from the dead end of the road. I slowly and furtively make my way closer to it. I stay low, my black cloak flowing around me like the smoke of a phantom. I come around the sharp turn. Everything looks dead. The trees stand tall, thirsty, cold, and so lifeless. The rocks make the feeling of lonesome worse as they roll under my shoe. I take the next turn. The smell of cinnamon and flowers flood my nose. A faint glow peaks from behind a tree; a tall tree that seems to be the only one alive. Its leaves are different shades of green, orange, yellow, and gold. I shak

Torak looked at me with a slight frown and walked off. I groaned at myself for making him mad. I leaned against a dead log. I rubbed my forehead as rain came down. I stood up and walked after Torak. I knew I'll never catch up. I walked down a slipery hill, falling onto my butt twice. The rain came down harder, lightning struck every now and then. I saw Torak's trail in the wet grass and followed it. I saw him sitting under a tree as a shelter. I walked over and said "Sorry about that Torak... I didn't know how to say... I'm still new to this..." He looked at me and back to the rain. I walked under the tree and sat down beside him. I groa

Runaway~ summery of the book By Brittany Lewis- The Grey Ghost Story and Other Items Based on 'Runaway'  is protected by Copyright laws. -Summery- Renn knew that she couldn't help her dog. Her father meant what he said. Now her weimaraner, Hannah, must be sent away. Hannah knows that her mistress wants her to stay but her father doesn't. She runs away and tries to find her way to Renn. Hannah stares Death in His face through her Runaway adventure. -Point Of View- The story is told in Third Person Point Of View. The story follows both main characters- Renn and Hannah. -Characters- Renn Lewis/Mistress-Owner of Hannah/Loves weimaraners

Spirit Lightning-1 Rain hit my black fur. The ferns buckle to the ground. Lightning strikes from the ground to cloud and from cloud to cloud. Where is my pack. The only thing I remember is I was playing with the other pups when my mother told me to run. I didn't run far, but the pack also ran away down to the river. I look around me and up to the dark sky. Lightning strikes like the fangs of a viper. The thunder growls like the omega that watched me in the night. I watch the show, wishing a viper will sank its fangs into my paw. A bolt of lightning strikes a bush 18 paw steps from me. The thunder shakes me onto the ground. Something nudges

        I pull my hood up over my head. I have been hearing weird sounds coming from the dead end of the road. I slowly and furtively make my way closer to it. I stay low, my black cloak flowing around me like the smoke of a phantom. I come around the sharp turn. Everything looks dead. The trees stand tall, thirsty, cold, and so lifeless. The rocks make the feeling of lonesome worse as they roll under my shoe. I take the next turn. The smell of cinnamon and flowers flood my nose. A faint glow peaks from behind a tree; a tall tree that seems to be the only one alive. Its leaves are different shades of green, orange, yellow, and gold. I shak