Novel & Cerita Kisah Nyata Menabrak Kucing

As though making up her mind, she suddenly hurled the cat to the ground and turned to run. Without a second of hesitation, Ian shut the car door. "Drive." The Porsche roared to life and sped after her. I was left standing there, choking on exhaust, and feeling utterly humiliated. Supporting my aching back, I stood up slowly. I felt both annoyed and faintly amused. What a mess. With a sigh, I walked over and picked up the trembling white cat. Two of its legs were injured from the fall. Its mouth was cut, and thin streaks of blood were seeping out. That explained why it couldn't run even if it was terrified.

“Hello, Kaizer…” “How're the kids? How are you?” She bit her lower lip and stared at her reflection in the mirror. “The kids are good. I messed up.” “Why?” From a calm voice, Krysie sensed alarm from his tone now. “What happened to you?” Krysie played her lower lip. “This morning I went out for grocery and accidentally bumped a car ahead of me. I didn't notice the traffic lights since the car is driving fast, too. The driver just suddenly stomped on his breaks and it was too late for me to stop.”

So they placed the bag beside their car and went in to eat. Their car was visible through the window where they were sitting. They watched,amazed, as a lady walked by their car,stopped ,went back,stole their shopping bag, and walked into the restaurant! The thief ordered her lunch, and, curiosity getting the better of her,she opened the bag and peeked inside. She then screamed, fell and hit her head,knocking herself out. An ambulance was called to take the poor woman away. As they were carrying her off,one of the elderly cat lovers placed the shopping bag on the stretcher, saying,

I looked at him intently as he spoke. “My mom and I were on the market. She was talking and having business with this lady. I saw a cat. As a curious 5-year-old, I followed the cat not remembering where I went. It started raining and I had the thought of picking up the cat.” “I was worried so I picked him up but he got mad. He bit and scratched me. I screamed, cried, and threw him. Scratches and blood are covering my arm. He was about to run towards the other side of the street when a car hit him. Blood was scattered all over the road. It was like a hit and run.”

he asked her as he quickly climbed the rest of the steps, walked over, and kissed her. “It was a bad night. I had to go to work. Cat and Annie got hurt by one of the things from the base.” “What happened? How did they get hurt? Do you know what it was?” he asked almost as quickly as Annie did as he sat beside Lindsay. “The thing that Annie called a ghost popped up in the road when she, Viktor, Cat, and Andy were out together. Viktor was driving, and he tried to miss it, but he couldn’t. When he hit it, it passed through the car, Annie, and Cat. Annie was hurt worse than Cat. It was mild frostbite from being touched by it, and John helped treat them. They’re both OK now and should not have an

Freedom. I was crossing the road when I halted, witnessing a small drenched cat sprawled on the wet road. I kneeled beside the injured creature to take it into my hands and provide it some warmth when I hear a car screeching. The headlights blinded me and was not quick enough to get out of the way, when the car hit me, making me land on the road roughly. I groan as pain curses through me before a girl of my age rushes out of the car, coming to my help. “Shit I'm so sorry! Are you alright?” Her voice starts to fade out as I'm unable to make more sense of my surroundings. And then the world around me blurs as I succumb to darkness.

Try sleeping on the concrete floor without a stitch of clothing or blanket. The only time Kaleb broke his own rules was when someone lost their use, like Jiao's father. Injured after an accidental fall during a practice, his age and the poorly set break left him limping and unable to walk the rope. Not one to waste resources, instead of feeding a lame cat, Kaleb sold him as a prize in a hunt. A fatal hunt, because no matter how agile and stealthy, a cat couldn't outrun a bullet. And in the end, her mother couldn't escape her grief.

Our neighbor, Mr Williamsburg was crossing the road to the other side of the street to go meet a friend who was waving at him, when a black, ugly, scrawny looking cat ran past in between his legs. Images of him being hitted by a moving truck, and then his head being crushed into pieces flashed through my mind. With my heart pounding with force in my chest, I blinked rapidly to shove away the disturbing images, and then clutched tightly unto my stuffed toy, as I sat on the first step of our balcony. I snapped my eyes back to Mr Williamsburg and saw that he was perfectly fine. Shaking hands with the friend of his, and talking. I blew out a big puff of breath, and then propped my hand under my

Flashback I was walking to school when I spotted a kitten wandering into the road—right in the path of a speeding car. Without thinking, I rushed forward and scooped her into my arms, bracing for the worst. Tires screeched loudly as the car came to a sudden stop. I opened my eyes slowly to see the driver stepping out, furious. "Hey! Go die somewhere else! Look what you’ve done to my tires!" I blinked in confusion and glanced at his car—there was no damage.

Chapter: 3. ***** A TRIP INTO THE PAST. PT:1. ****** A helpless kitten was caught in a hunter's trap. He sat there whimpering and calling for help but after having sat there for nearly two hours he began to accept that no help was coming. His mother had told him not to go wandering around alone, they'd only just moved here and they weren't familiar with the grounds yet. The sixteen-year-old sat there crying and watching his leg bleed out. He has lost way too much blood already at this point he may even be losing a leg.