It was a beautiful Sunday afternoon. The light breeze was making the leaves of the trees rustle lightly and the birds were chirping their afternoon songs. In a small yard there lay a dog on the soft, green grass. This dog was brown and white patched, and had light green eyes. She had no ears, as they were cut off when she was a puppy, but her ear canal remained, so she could still hear.
As the dog chewed on her bone, a teenage girl stepped into the backyard. The dog looked up and saw her 14 jaar old owner, Sally. Sally had tanned skin, with dark brown hair tied into a ponytail, a triangular shaped face and amandel eyes. Sally was tall and athletic looking.
“Mum, can I please take Princess for a walk?” Sally called toward the direction of the house. The dog, whose name was Princess, stood up and wagged her tail, she liked going on walks.
A voice came from out of the house, “Of course, but be back before dinner.” Princess wagged her tail so hard it threatened to fall off. Sally grabbed the lead and clipped it on Princess’s kraag and walked out of the yard.
Princess had no desire to walk in front of her owner, she was perfectly happy walking beside her owner. Up ahead Princess spotted a young mother and her three young children. Princess wagged her tail, she likes meeting kids, they’re always happy and full of energy.
However as Sally and Princess approached, the mother is forcing her children on the opposite side of where Princess is walking. The children were three little boys.
“Mummy, can I please pat the dog?” one of the little boys asks. The mother and children stop as Sally and Princess pass.
“No kids, that’s a Pit Bull, an extremely aggressive and untrainable breed.”
Sally stopped and turned on the woman, Princess could feel anger bubbling up inside Sally.
“Are u calling my Princess aggressive and untrainable?” Sally snapped. Princess couldn’t help herself; she walked vooruit, voorwaarts toward the children, in a very calm way, sniffing happily.
“GET THAT THING AWAY FROM MY CHILDREN!” the woman screamed and Sally jerked the lead, Princess retreated to her owner’s side, “And Princess?” The woman scoffed, “I’d call it Demon of Devil, ‘cause they attack people.”
“Not my Pit, no way.” Sally protested, however the woman was walking as fast as she could away from Princess. Sally sighed angrily and kept walking in the other direction.
They continued their walk, Princess was panting now, as she had begun to heat up. Princess understood why people reacted like that. Pit Bulls have a bad rap and are always blamed for dog attacks.
As Sally and Princess continued their walk, Princess heard Sally groan and looked up to see why. An old couple were walking down the footpath holding hands; there would be a high chance that these people wouldn’t like Princess either.
However as Sally approached the woman, she spoke, “Can I pat your dog?”
“Sure.” Sally replied in relief. The woman patted Princess happily, who returned the affection with licks and a wagging tail. However after a few moments the man spoke.
“Er....what sort of dog is that one?” he asked timidly.
“Pit Bull.” Sally whispered, hanging her head low. The woman let out an almighty yelp and backed off, holding the hand she had been patting Princess with like Princess had bitten it. They hurried off.
“I HATE that!” Sally spat and stormed off with Princess struggling to keep up. Princess could feel anger still flooding through Sally. Cars were whizzing along on the road, and Princess paid no attention to them, until two cars coming in opposite directions, smacked head on into each other.
“HOLY CRAP!” Sally screamed and ran over, Princess running to keep up. Princess then noticed the mother with the three boys running toward the scene of the crash, as well as the old couple. One of the cars was in fact a van, and a frantic man climbed out unharmed.
He was pale from shock and he kept apologising over and over. The other car was very small and seemed to be on fire. A man, woman and a Golden Retriever crawled out of the wreckage, their clothes and the dog’s vacht, bont were singed, and the man seemed to be supporting a broken arm. The woman was crying her eyes out and screaming. “MY BABY, MY BABY IS STILL IN THE CAR! DO SOMETHING!”
As Sally slackened her grip on the lead, impulsively Princess raced toward the small car, it looked as if it was going to implode on itself, and she dived in. Distantly she heard Sally scream “NO!” and the woman with the three sons was laughing and saying, “Another Pit stier dead.”
It was very hot inside the car, the smoke blinded Princess, but she relied on her sense of smell, the baby was alive in the backseat. Princess scrambled over the destroyed front seats to the baby. It wasn’t a baby; in fact it was a four jaar old child. She was barely stirring and Princess chewed the fragment of seatbelt away from her.
Princess grabbed the child’s singed clothing and threw the child on her back. Instinctively the child grabbed onto Princess’ collar. With all the strength she could muster, Princess leapt out of the window, the child fell off her as Princess’ lead got caught in the wreckage. Everyone was in shock, Sally raced over and unclipped the lead and dragged Princess away from the wrecked car. The car then totally burst into flame and Princess stood up and shook out her coat.
The Golden Retriever walked over to Princess and it said, “What did ya do that for? You’re a Pit Bull; they have no sense of love.” Princess had never heard such lies; she stood to her full height and stared straight into the Golden Retriever’s eyes.
“Why do u believe the lies about my breed? I am the same as you....I am a dog with thoughts, feelings, emotions and I especially have a sense of love. Do not judge me on what I look like, but on my inner personality, as that is who I truly am.” The Golden Retriever was simply dumbfounded, and Princess turned her heel on it and walked toward Sally, who was crying in relief and happiness.
Even though Princess belonged to a breed regarded as aggressive and unstable, she was able to prove that the American Pit stier terriër is a kind and loving dog breed. volgende time u vraag the American Pit stier Terrier, think of Princess’ story and hopefully u will see the nice side of this wonderful dog breed.
As the dog chewed on her bone, a teenage girl stepped into the backyard. The dog looked up and saw her 14 jaar old owner, Sally. Sally had tanned skin, with dark brown hair tied into a ponytail, a triangular shaped face and amandel eyes. Sally was tall and athletic looking.
“Mum, can I please take Princess for a walk?” Sally called toward the direction of the house. The dog, whose name was Princess, stood up and wagged her tail, she liked going on walks.
A voice came from out of the house, “Of course, but be back before dinner.” Princess wagged her tail so hard it threatened to fall off. Sally grabbed the lead and clipped it on Princess’s kraag and walked out of the yard.
Princess had no desire to walk in front of her owner, she was perfectly happy walking beside her owner. Up ahead Princess spotted a young mother and her three young children. Princess wagged her tail, she likes meeting kids, they’re always happy and full of energy.
However as Sally and Princess approached, the mother is forcing her children on the opposite side of where Princess is walking. The children were three little boys.
“Mummy, can I please pat the dog?” one of the little boys asks. The mother and children stop as Sally and Princess pass.
“No kids, that’s a Pit Bull, an extremely aggressive and untrainable breed.”
Sally stopped and turned on the woman, Princess could feel anger bubbling up inside Sally.
“Are u calling my Princess aggressive and untrainable?” Sally snapped. Princess couldn’t help herself; she walked vooruit, voorwaarts toward the children, in a very calm way, sniffing happily.
“GET THAT THING AWAY FROM MY CHILDREN!” the woman screamed and Sally jerked the lead, Princess retreated to her owner’s side, “And Princess?” The woman scoffed, “I’d call it Demon of Devil, ‘cause they attack people.”
“Not my Pit, no way.” Sally protested, however the woman was walking as fast as she could away from Princess. Sally sighed angrily and kept walking in the other direction.
They continued their walk, Princess was panting now, as she had begun to heat up. Princess understood why people reacted like that. Pit Bulls have a bad rap and are always blamed for dog attacks.
As Sally and Princess continued their walk, Princess heard Sally groan and looked up to see why. An old couple were walking down the footpath holding hands; there would be a high chance that these people wouldn’t like Princess either.
However as Sally approached the woman, she spoke, “Can I pat your dog?”
“Sure.” Sally replied in relief. The woman patted Princess happily, who returned the affection with licks and a wagging tail. However after a few moments the man spoke.
“Er....what sort of dog is that one?” he asked timidly.
“Pit Bull.” Sally whispered, hanging her head low. The woman let out an almighty yelp and backed off, holding the hand she had been patting Princess with like Princess had bitten it. They hurried off.
“I HATE that!” Sally spat and stormed off with Princess struggling to keep up. Princess could feel anger still flooding through Sally. Cars were whizzing along on the road, and Princess paid no attention to them, until two cars coming in opposite directions, smacked head on into each other.
“HOLY CRAP!” Sally screamed and ran over, Princess running to keep up. Princess then noticed the mother with the three boys running toward the scene of the crash, as well as the old couple. One of the cars was in fact a van, and a frantic man climbed out unharmed.
He was pale from shock and he kept apologising over and over. The other car was very small and seemed to be on fire. A man, woman and a Golden Retriever crawled out of the wreckage, their clothes and the dog’s vacht, bont were singed, and the man seemed to be supporting a broken arm. The woman was crying her eyes out and screaming. “MY BABY, MY BABY IS STILL IN THE CAR! DO SOMETHING!”
As Sally slackened her grip on the lead, impulsively Princess raced toward the small car, it looked as if it was going to implode on itself, and she dived in. Distantly she heard Sally scream “NO!” and the woman with the three sons was laughing and saying, “Another Pit stier dead.”
It was very hot inside the car, the smoke blinded Princess, but she relied on her sense of smell, the baby was alive in the backseat. Princess scrambled over the destroyed front seats to the baby. It wasn’t a baby; in fact it was a four jaar old child. She was barely stirring and Princess chewed the fragment of seatbelt away from her.
Princess grabbed the child’s singed clothing and threw the child on her back. Instinctively the child grabbed onto Princess’ collar. With all the strength she could muster, Princess leapt out of the window, the child fell off her as Princess’ lead got caught in the wreckage. Everyone was in shock, Sally raced over and unclipped the lead and dragged Princess away from the wrecked car. The car then totally burst into flame and Princess stood up and shook out her coat.
The Golden Retriever walked over to Princess and it said, “What did ya do that for? You’re a Pit Bull; they have no sense of love.” Princess had never heard such lies; she stood to her full height and stared straight into the Golden Retriever’s eyes.
“Why do u believe the lies about my breed? I am the same as you....I am a dog with thoughts, feelings, emotions and I especially have a sense of love. Do not judge me on what I look like, but on my inner personality, as that is who I truly am.” The Golden Retriever was simply dumbfounded, and Princess turned her heel on it and walked toward Sally, who was crying in relief and happiness.
Even though Princess belonged to a breed regarded as aggressive and unstable, she was able to prove that the American Pit stier terriër is a kind and loving dog breed. volgende time u vraag the American Pit stier Terrier, think of Princess’ story and hopefully u will see the nice side of this wonderful dog breed.
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“You can’t!” I screeched, griping the thick gras beneath my paws.
“The whole forest will belong to the Pack of Shadows!” the dark wolf exclaimed enthusiastically, his vacht, bont flickering like shadows, “No wolf will stop us!”
I have to do something! I couldn’t let it end like this! Not with the alpha in this state! Not with the pack spleet, split in four!
“Out of my way pup!” he tossed me aside like a tiny mouse.
“No!” I leaped at him, biting and clawing with all my strength.
“This is pointless! u cannot defeat me she-wolf!” I felt him bite me and fling me away again. I was too tired to verplaats now, after traveling this far without resting, I can no longer breathe enough to live.
I’m over; this is the end of the Pack of Ice! I lay winded and defeated, awaiting death’s arrival patiently.
1. Leaving holes in the backstory.
As learned from Marty Chan, the human imagination is not only the most beautiful place in the world, it can also be the most horrific. If a person leaves some space empty (ex: "Tara disappeared after the encounter and was never heard from again....") , your mind will immediately fill it in, your imagination coming up with the most grisly scenario possible....
2. Waiting a REALLY long time for the killer/ monster to toon up.
The person becomes bored and even slightly drowsy, which makes them meer vulnerable to fear. If the antagonist pops up about halfway through (especially out of nowhere, and at night) they'll jump up as though just awaken from a nightmare. A little humor will definitely help if you're planning on doing this.
As learned from Marty Chan, the human imagination is not only the most beautiful place in the world, it can also be the most horrific. If a person leaves some space empty (ex: "Tara disappeared after the encounter and was never heard from again....") , your mind will immediately fill it in, your imagination coming up with the most grisly scenario possible....
2. Waiting a REALLY long time for the killer/ monster to toon up.
The person becomes bored and even slightly drowsy, which makes them meer vulnerable to fear. If the antagonist pops up about halfway through (especially out of nowhere, and at night) they'll jump up as though just awaken from a nightmare. A little humor will definitely help if you're planning on doing this.