Bonedog Poem Novels & Stories

“Here boy!” There’s a giant ghost hound in my flat, see through tongue lolling out, tail wagging cheerfully. Ghostly slobber dripping onto my carpet, where it vanishes. “Good boy!” I tell him, thinking it a very undignified way to refer to a creature that’s been around for a thousand years or so, if the stories are true. I keep a tin on the mantel, above the fire. I open it and get out a couple of dog biscuits for Bellmouth.

The large throne was piled up with white bones. At this moment, with their backs to Caspian and Jessica, those white bones opened their mouths wide, as if they were wailing. The surrounding void was filled with a terrifying aura that made people shudder. Jessica felt goosebumps all over her body standing up one by one. "Are you the Dog God?" Caspian narrowed his eyes and looked at the back of the chair. "Creak, creak, creak-"

One by one, they roared at the moon, their decaying skulls turning stiffly, their dense fangs spreading slowly toward the brown wolf. I stared at the frightened brown wolf, who slowly backed away from the Bone Wolves' advances. But after him is the boundless lake, so he can not retreat. In the moonlight, the Bone Wolves on the shore ran towards him like a swarm of bees. Their white bones and fur almost drowned him. He couldn't cope with them. He attacked the Bone Wolves with all his strength, but the wounds on his body grew more and more. The Bone Wolves fought like an indefatigable machine.

My mind is reeling, there is just no way all that my mind tells me happened, is real. Movement catches my eye, and for a second I think I see a man standing just past the white picket fence, but when I turn my head and look in that direction, it’s a dog, a huge dog! Even from this distance I can see it’s in a rough state, the moonlight that reflects off of what little fur is left on its body gives him or her an almost silvery shine. The dog is skinny, like it hasn’t eaten in weeks and what appears to be blood covering big parts of its body, poor thing! The darkness of the night and the state the animal is in, makes it hard to determine what breed it is, all I know is that its big and it's hu

Raider looked back and forth at the bones and their owner kind of hoping the latter would tell him which bone to pick. After a moment of silence under the observing gaze of the spirit, Raider randomly reached for the longest bone there, the humerus. It felt exactly like the tibia before it. Warm, almost alive, but unmovable. He looked up and his eyes met the spirit's. He could see the patience of a teacher in them. "Observe. Feel. Don't just pick randomly." said Master Bones softly. Raider let go of the bone and stood up straight. He felt strange. No one had ever spoken to him in such a way. It felt... different, but a good different.

We ate some ice cream scones, and then, Ruby wanted me to build a sand castle on her. Barefooted, practically sprawled floor, I started building the sand castle on her. "Why does that dog looks so small, skinny and ugly?" "It's a Chihuahua, a Chinese dog." "Woah, never seen chi-wa-wa kind of dog before." "You have now." I was on her stomach this time, putting heaps and heaps of sand there, and was careful not to spill it on her face, when she fired another question again. "Why does that girl look sad?"

The stars in this world weren't distant suns; they were the eyes of the ones we’d lost, watching from the moon. "Victor?" Elodie’s voice was a ghost of a whisper. "I'm here." "The silver dog... is he on the porch?" I looked toward the small white house in the distance. The house we’d built when we first crossed. It was overgrown now. Ancient. A monument to the beginning. The silver dog was there. Sitting on the top step. Watching us. "He's waiting, El. He’s got the door open." "Good." She let out a long, shuddering breath. Her hand went limp in mine. "I'm... I'm going to see if he wants to play fetch."

I say, my voice coming out breathier than I intended. ​Clyde’s eyes track the movement of my lips. His thumb, still resting at the small of my back, begins a slow, rhythmic circle that makes my knees weak. "Maximus is a dog barking at a passing carriage, Coralina. He enjoys the sound of his own fear."

She was not in the mood to admire the scenery; instead, she was anxious that Lewis was going to feed her to the dogs. The dogs' barks resonated with an unnerving ferocity, far from the usual sounds of domesticated canines. Their menacing howls seemed to carry a sense of malicious intent. Josephine's gaze fixated on the distant fence, revealing a frenzied pack of dogs within its confines. A few unfortunate canines were confined within cages, further intensifying the scene's unsettling atmosphere.

A young handsome man asked coldly A white haired middle aged man smiled coldly and raised a brow " do you think you can threaten me in my house and for my daughter? You must be joking!" " Ermm... Dylan, How was your journey?" " Mrs Jones, l can remember vividly I asked a question first. Why don't you answer the question before asking me that?" " My daughter is not around?" " Really? Mr Jones. Where did my baby go?" " She is with my cousin in DC"