Bonedog Poem Novels & Stories

His canines flashed as he growled low, but the sound vibrated through my bones. “Hello, Mother.”

"Bones." The owner in question stepped onto the porch, shutting the screen door behind her. "When he was a puppy, he'd bring me skeletal remains of whatever animals he could find. Ergo, the name." She sat in the chair next to his and laid her head against the back, her eyes suspiciously red and puffy. She'd put a sweater on to ward off the chilly night. Figuring she'd talk when she was ready, he continued petting the dog and took in what he could of his surroundings. Another ten years, and he might get used to the silence, the fresh air.

He says demanding me to obey him. I swallow, making a loud gulping sound. I will my feet to move forward, but they don't and I find myself standing in the same spot. "I'm not a dog," I say through gritted teeth. "You are no dog Mikros." His eyes narrow. "Dogs get bones for good behaviour, you.." He pauses. "Will never receive such a reward because you can't follow simple instructions." He says with a wicked smile. "You can keep your bones, they're probably tainted with blood, tears and the devil himself." I sneer, raising my head.

“I followed the frog for a few minutes, into longer grass up to just above my knees. The frog jumped, but this time it vanished. I looked around, confused and worried that I’d been imagining this frog, such was my boredom. But I took a step forward and my heart leapt back in my chest so hard it knocked me back onto my ass. I crawled forward and there was a pit, about a grown man and a half deep, and the same wide. “I couldn’t see the frog but a dog as dark as soot stared up at me. And I swear, Becca, this was no normal dog. It had the shape of a normal dog, like a Great Dane, but there was something missing. First thing I noticed was that it looked sad, forgotten. And it was damp, but I don’

I said into my bond. Beki tilted her head to the side and whined. Of course, she wouldn’t know what I was talking about. To her, the Hellhounds were probably just overgrown dogs made of smoke. I rolled my shoulders, pushed aside my fears, and strode down the walkway to the cage at the end where Bonnie lay with her puppies. The runt was in the corner, edging her way back to her litter mates. By now, she was about the same size as them, indicating that she had grown even more since I’d infused her with Hellfire.

A marriage that had the husband always abusing and neglecting his wife. With his eyes darting, he noticed the dog come into the living room again but this time there was a bone in it's mouth. He took it from the dog and dropped it on the floor, shoo-ing him out so he wouldn't bring in more dirt from outside into the house again. Thinking it had gone, Nathaniel was surprised when he saw the dog come in again with another bone in it's mouth. He got surprised where it was getting such huge chunks of bone from and on such a short while, returning with another, just a few minutes after the first had been taken from him and he chased out.

He came in to find Amunsa, his supposed friend standing at the dinning table pretending as if nothing happens with his dog lying dead on the ground. Arthur got shocked on the sudden dead of his little puppy. He asked him what happened but Amunsa lied telling him that, his dog swallowed a hug bone from the dustbean in which he finds it difficult to swallow but he couldn't and that the bone got in-between his neck which he fell down suddenly on the ground. Arthur trusted his words and didn't bother to check the dogs mouth if it was truly a bone. He took the dog and gave him a befitting burial. Amunsa kicked Arthur's dog really hard on the stomach that he died instantly at the spot.

"For now. My hounds do not like metal. It breaks their teeth." The creature stood up. It was tall, impossibly thin. Its bones clicked like dice in a cup. "But hunger is creative, Warden. If you cannot eat the nut... you eat the soil around it." The Skeleton walked to the ventilation shaft. He sniffed the air drifting down from D.C. "The boy is safe. But his garden..." The Skeleton smiled. His teeth were needles. "The garden is soft." He reached into his rags and pulled out a handful of dust. It wasn't gray dust. It was red.

With his enormous snout, he sniffs at me, bobbing his head slightly as if asking for a taste of what I have. I reward him with the treats I've brought, which are dried cattle femurs—a bone that would typically last an average dog a year, but this behemoth could demolish in under twenty minutes. As I toss it as far as I can into the yard, Dean limps around the corner of the house, looking taken aback. "What on earth happened to him?" Dean asks, bewildered. "What do you mean, isn't that the same dog?" I respond, equally baffled.

But in the end, he had no choice but to drool and gaze longingly at the pellucid Heaven-Earth Blood Bone, shining with dazzling brilliance. Ding Hao reached out and took the Heaven-Earth Blood Bone. It was as warm and smooth, like the skin of a lover. "Roar!" Seeing Ding Hao take the Blood Bone, the illusory manifestation of the Three-headed Heavenly Hound let out a Dragon and Tiger Roar. There was open gratitude and relief in her roar. Her body shook, and flashing, morphed into a crimson fire, darting toward the black puppy in the distance. It enveloped the puppy beside that sliced black oval boulder.