Results of U-Write-It Week 295
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Larry's dog ran back and forth, barking loudly, as if to tell everyone that...
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...his tail was on fire, but no one seemed to notice. Or, at least that's what the scruffy yellow lab THOUGHT was happening.
Actually, Larry's dog was whimpering and twitching where he lay sleeping on the braided rug in front of the fireplace.
Frantic now, the old dog reached around to nip at the flames. An acrid smell burned the inside of his nostrils.
"YOW! YOW!"
Eyes popping open like old-fashioned roller shades, Larry's dog awoke.
A faint whiff of singed hair hung in the air. Turning to look at his hind end, he spied a new black spot charred into his dusty yellow coat.
Pop! A spark shot from the firebox.
With a growl, Larry's dog wandered toward the kitchen to settle back down for the rest of his nap.
by Ric Hardson, USA
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...cattle were meandering down Highway 78.
Larry shook his head, chuckled, then hollered, "Rebel! CAN it! We see 'em!"
Rebel looked back toward his food bringer, then gave one last "Yip!"
"Cheez! Can't a dog even count cows?" the scrawny Dalmation snorted disgustedly. "I can't just THINK numbers, ya know."
Later that afternoon, Larry yanked open the Chevy's loudly protesting door. "C'mon kids, load up!"
Zane and Mandy scrambled into the cab, Rebel leaped onto the pick-up bed.
Just outside town where the railroad tracks crossed the highway, Larry shut off the engine.
Rumbling past, the afternoon freight train shook the ground.
Sing-song chanting came from the three inside the cab, "...sixty-seven, sixty-eight..."
Rebel raised a sleepy head from his perch on the tool box, "Yeah, yeah. CAN it! I see em!"
by Daphne Rice, Portland, OR
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...they had better stay away!
"What's wrong, Ivan?" Larry asked, crouching to pat his dog.
Growling, Ivan bared his teeth, growling. He backed away and started barking again.
"You'd better stop that! Barking at me! What's wrong with you?"
Ivan jumped up on Larry's desk, took a marker-pen in his mouth and wrote: "Ivan awful disease stay away!"
by Carolyn Ann Aish, Inglewood, New Zealand
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...there was someone in the backyard. You would think that everyone was accustomed to the distinctive barks of Larry's dog, but no one bothered to tune in and notice that this was an uncontrollable bark of warning."
We all sat cheerfully and loudly at the kitchen table playing Uno, eating chicken wings and fries. We were so loud and into our game, no one noticed Larry's dog Brutus barked viciously and continuously.
As we played our last round of Uno and drank the last of the pop, the phone rang. Larry surprisingly jumped and almost fell. "Well who could be calling me, I never answer this phone. Whoever it is couldn't possibly know me. Anyone that wants me knows to call me on my cell." But what he did not notice was that he missed fifteen calls.
All of a sudden there was a loud crash of glass breaking.
by Rama Hoskins, Hendersonville, TN
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...he had just caught a burglar, biting him soundly in the butt and sending him on his way! Yet, the dog did not sound satisfied. Something was out there.
Kim parted the blinds with one finger. The lights were out and she intended to see just who or what was making Larry's dog crazy. Larry would not be back for three days and she wondered who else might know this.
His house was certainly not in the middle of Manhattan! She had never felt so isolated. The country is definitely overrated, she told herself.
Searching the darkness, she saw something down the lane reflecting a glimmer of light. It looked white. The moonlight revealed a car.
Dialing 911, she nervously checked the door just in time to see the knob turning slowly as she heard a voice echo in her ear, "This is 911, what is your emergency?"
by Pamala Johnson, Des Moines, IA
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