Does The Dog.die Novels & Stories

Now she was a pile of mangled flesh lying in the morgue. I turned and went back inside, locked the door, and slid down against it until I was sitting on the floor. My phone vibrated. "Backup slots are full. In the next cycle, death cannot be transferred." The next day, the sun came up, and the world went on as usual. Except for Unit 703. There was still no movement. I washed my face and looked at myself in the mirror. The scratch at the corner of my eye was still there. It was thin, narrow, and capped with a faint scab.

Cars sped past me, caught up in the bustle of the city. I suddenly had a thought. Would Mom and Dad feel sad if I died? Eyes unfocused, I walked toward the center of the road.

“I have bad news. First, our financial department just confirmed that we’d be forced to file for bankruptcy if nothing is done within forty-eight hours.” I sigh in defeat. I had left my father’s house in anger ten years ago and worked tirelessly to build a new life. I started a winery which had grown into a billion-dollar company until a few months ago when my company was accused of a food poisoning scandal. “The investors all want to pull out so we have no choice.” “But?” I ask. The broken glass in my hands pricks my finger and a drop of blood falls to the ground. “Your father is dead,” Theodore mumbles.

And death. “It’s just comfort,” Speedy said. He was alert that night, an unusual change from his drooling, incontinent self. Mykel thought about candles and about how they burned brightest just before they went out. “I don’t know if Woods would approve.” “Just half an hour. Help me walk in. I’m weak. She’s scared. The little one’s dying.” “Look, you should be resting.” “I’ll rest when I’m dead, boy,” Speedy said, letting go of Mykel’s arm. “And you’ll rest too someday. ‘Til then, let us live. No woman should cry alone in the night, not on Christmas.”

The doe collapsed, paralyzed. Claire got up and stared into the dying deer’s eyes. She had never seen an animal die. People, yes. Many people. But never an animal. The deer screamed, scaring some birds away while attracting others. But she was not dying. Claire cocked her head, calm, violet eyes staring the deer’s crazed, brown eyes. “Why are you still trying to live?” she asked her.

A few remaining glasses shatter around him, showering the dog in yellow dip. He gets up and shakes himself off, before turning to face me again. He charges, and I swing, but the bat goes high, and the dog crashes into my chest, knocking me to the floor, sending my bat skittering across the store and out of reach. I don't have time to worry about that though, because his bloody breath is in my face, telling me that I'm about to die.

They let go of the dogs is what matters. But anger is still bubbling inside me. I was about to leave but then I heard the man. "That's not the problem, dude... The problem is, one dog has died and you know the cost of it... If he finds out then we are dead... We were rough and the boss doesn't like when his pets get hurt. We killed one... What are we going to do now?" My heart broke when he said that. They killed one dog? My vision blurred with tears and for a minute everything black out with tears and anger, I held on to the wall for support until I heard the next man.

Oscorb could be seen watching the news on TV, a dead dog was displayed and a newscaster speaking in the scene. " According to the forensic report from Neptune Lab this dog is a mystery as it wasn't possible for an animal to be three headed but we're still working on it. Also the dog was said to might have been killed by a fellow animal cos of the claw marks all over it body but the stab on it chest and it shredding into two is still a mystery." The news caster was still saying when Oscorb grabbed the malt on the table and smashes it on the TV. " No.. No no... They killed Lucifer." Oscorb shouted.

“She is dying.” “What?”

It's a wonder the animal is still alive. "Still alive..." I whisper to myself and then lift my chin to whisper at the dog cautiously studying me. Its eyes are alarmingly intelligent, like staring into the soul of another human. "Blue?" The dog wags its tail and begins moving for me, yelping in surprise when the frog whacks its tongue against the dog's legs. The pitbull falls on its side, and the long, sticky pink thing wraps itself around the dog, making the animal cry out in pain.