This is
chapter one to my latest book. i'm warning you, it's
long, and critisize please, it'll help me write better
books!!!! thanks, plz comment and tell me what you
think!!!!!!
Red on Black
Chapter One
He walked through the thick and misty fog that covered most of
Kamloops, British Columbia his ears folded back, as he slowly
made his way through the silent Streets, not even knowing where
he was heading at all, gloo...mily making his way west. His black ears back
against his head flat, and his multi-colored tail that almost
touched the ground, his brown underbelly was where you could see
his ribs, as it faded to white for the top half of his body,
turning brown with a few white lines of fur on his neck, that had
a black leather collar with a metal plate on it, with a name
scratched into it, that read “Randy”. He heard a
quick screech of the brakes on a large and heavy truck, he knew
the smell of it too, making him dash for it. His large paws
hitting the ground while he heard a loud, and musky yell right
behind him saying “I’ll catch you this time Ghost
Hound!” making him run faster, but he felt a large, and
heavy net lay out on top of him, weights holding down the edges
while he scrambled to get out, never being in this situation
before, he mumbled to himself, “god damn it! They caught
me! I have to get out of here, and fast!” but as before, it
was too late, the ends pulled in, tripping him, as it lifted up,
and bounced while he was being carried to the side of the truck,
where he would be put in a cage with a bowl of food and water
instead of a succulent bird, and the water of the beautiful
Okanogan river that ran through the valley. He was now stuck with
this tap water and processed food that the pampered pups ate and
drank usually, he hated it, he was a stray for many reasons, this
being one of them. He was finally thrown in, hitting his head on
the back while the light disappeared when the door closed and
locked.
He whined, and scratched at the door for a while before falling
on his side, and giving up, all he could do now, was wait, wait
while he was put in a cage lined with cold, silver bars, and wet
food, and water that tastes like crap, until he meets the same
“luxury” after some pale two foot person takes one
look and screams with a high pitched voice wanting him, all he
can do, is hope he can find a way out, and maybe help the others
who meet the same fate.