Up The Mountain

We ran to the mountain, my furry friend behind me, we slowly climbed the steep hill of rocks and gravel. We didn’t get far when Coco whined that she couldn’t climb the tall mountain. No fingers, no thumbs. Im not sure dogs can climb. All she had was claws, and those, can’t climb mountains.

“Ohhh, we’re never gonna get to the winning vehicle at this pace.!” I yelled, I slowly went quiet, knowing that Coco didn’t know what I was saying. We heard music behind us, that’s when I knew we had to get moving. I had to carry Coco.

Frank Rolling

The birds flew past the rocky hill. Chirping came from the skies and he knew it was time. Frank Rolling emerged from his cold  stone body. His ghost flew around. He looked at his stone figure and was mad at what the village had done to him. He flew to the closest town. It was abandoned. They knew Frank wanted revenge. 100 years in stone only made him more thirsty. His heart pounded and was determined to destroy the village and find the people to end them! This search proved to fail. He searched for days. Nothing. Nothing at all.

Beckys Weird Night

Arrooooo! Arrooooo!

Wolves howled to the full moon.

Grrr. Ruff Ruff!

“Becky, stop that!” I yelled, trying to go to sleep.

He looked back at me with a sad but confused look. Beckys my dog. He’s an adorable lil’ fluff ball but always hated the wolves.

Grrrrr! Grrrrr! Ruff! Grrrrr!

“Becky!” Becky was sitting by the door. I opened it, thinking he wanted to go out for dog reasons like maybe there’s a cat but Becky zoomed off to the front gate.

Then, something weird happened, Becky spoke, “Which way to the shops?” He panted.

“What?” I said confused, “Becky?”