My Dog Sophie.You know when people say that dogs are a mans best friend, i didnt beleive that for so long, i've come into the ownership/care of 2 dogs over my life time.
The first's name was charlie, a nice king charles spaniel, crafty and quite dumb at times but he was nice, memories of him are distant and faded, reason being is because we got our new dog a few months after charlie was run over a car.
One memory that stands out of him was when i found him dead on the side of the road, with apologetic drivers standing over him, I picked him up without words and carried him home, the first place i could think of.
I met my sister on the short walk home, wasnt far, just around the corner.
I remember the look on my sisters face then, she looked happy that i found him... for a split second, what came then was a look i was used to seeing in warzones on a tv, one of sadness and loss.
We got him to the vet as soon as possible, fully aware that he was dead. But that
slight glimmer of hope that existed in my
Robots Don't Get SickSomehow, Miska could tell it was going to be one of those kinds of days. Even before she had fully woken up and wiped the little bits of sleep from the corners of her eyes, she knew that it was going to be an absolutely horrible day. Of course, this theory was only confirmed when she woke up and found that, despite her brain's rather insistent request, her eyes refused to open.Robots Don't Get Sick7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
After a few moments - which involved her compromising and eventually promising her eyes that she would take a thirty minute nap later on in the day if they would just open - they opened once, only to close again. Miska frowned as she felt a small trail of wetness roll off to the side and land on her pillowcase.
' Tears?' she wondered, wiping the moisture away. ' Why are there tears? Unless...'
Suddenly, she shot up from her bed, her eyes wide open. She soon regretted it, though, and laid back down, placing a hand on her forehead. Miska frowned as she moved her hands to her cheeks, shivering slightly.
A Night with TREAIve always thought that I lived a very boring, very normal life for someone my age, a sixteen-year old second year high school Japanese student. I went to a good high school, made decent grades, and then stayed to train with the volleyball team. Id go home, exhausted but satisfied, and be greeted by my Okaa-san and my little sister, Eiko. After taking a bath I would finish all my homework for the day, which would sometimes take longer that I would expect, and collapse onto my bed. Then I would wake up the next day, and the whole cycle would start all over again.A Night with TREA6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Im not saying that its necessarily a bad thing, of course. I know I have life pretty easy, especially compared to some of friends and classmates. Still, I want something interesting to happen in my life, just for once.
I guess I should have been careful what I wished for.
Today was the same as any other day. After getting ready, I walked to school with Risa and Kimiko. Thinking back on it, I should have