Stray Dogs Gin Novels & Stories

The third had decided to be a bit bolder with a black wig, lips and eye shadow. “Good afternoon.” He didn’t flash his badge, yet, not wanting to scare them off too quickly. “I was wondering if I might have a moment of your time.” “Fifty dollars,” the Goth one informed him, her voice cool. He pulled back his jacket to reveal his shield and the girls gave each other a look that suggested they were considering taking off. He continued to smile, anyway. “None of you is in trouble. I heard there’s an establishment stealing your customers and I was hoping to help.”

She sprayed the red powder on Darryl’s body. At that moment, Darryl could smell a funny scent starting to spread. “What are you doing?” Darryl became worried as he furrowed his brows. “You scared?” Quincy kept the jade bottle as she grinned and her eyes full of contempt. “I sprayed something called the Stray Scent on your body. It’s a special herb from South Cloud World. Poisonous bugs love this herb. Imagine, there are so many mutated poisonous bugs around, how many would be attracted to come over?”

I wondered just how many other unsuspecting women he had charmed into failure with that grin. “Plus, we found this dog here. Isn't he awesome?” Tyler looked up at me, his hand still on the dog's head. It was a brown mutt with white paws and a white splotch on his chest. He wasn't an ugly dog, but he certainly wasn't going to win any dog shows. Judging by the thinness in the dog's ribs and the state of his fur, he was one of the local strays. I had heard they liked to hang out near the tourist areas of the island because they usually could find food.

Fucking Drusdor and his lack of hygiene. Not able to say that Bigfoot had recently resided in the back seat, Stralath forced a smile. "I briefly looked after a neighbors dog." "Oh. What kind?" Stralath touched the invisible disc attached to his skull and searched the database for an appropriate breed. "A big, drooly, smelly Mastiff."

In five years, it hadn’t really changed, it had just been hidden. One thing that I found interesting is that Gina and the others didn’t have a rogue scent. The only possible explanation for this would be that they had formed a legitimate pack with Silas. It’s the only way they would have been able to avoid smelling like rogues. I’m not sure how rogues managed to be around each other long enough to form a functioning pack, but I would get to the bottom of this mystery soon.

When I turn back to demand an explanation, the path behind me is empty. The driver is gone. “What the hell?” I spin around fully now, panic rising fast. “Where the fuck did you go?” No answer. Another growl sounds again, louder this time and my stomach drops when realization hits me hard enough to make me dizzy. Stray wolves. Everyone in Crescent Hollow knows the stories. Stray wolves are not friendly to humans, especially not in parts of the city like this. My hands shake as I bend down quickly, removing my heels and dropping them without a second thought.

" I had taken too much of the man's time and I was not about to admit to him that I thought I smelled Neon's cologne. I went past the kitchen on my way to my 'Apartment' and warmed some milk, I was hoping that drinking warm milk would kick start the pills and they would start their work immediately. I opened the cupboards looking for a cup when I came across something even better than warm milk. a half-empty bottle of gin. What I was about to do was naughty and reckless but quickly promised myself it was only for tonight, I took one sip of the gin, afraid that I might overdose if I drank too much. I walked upstairs to go and await the limitless sleep that I was sure was to follow my reckless

* Joslin * LOCAL MAN BRINGS RESCUE DOG HOME TO PELICAN BAY Eight men celebrating a bachelor party in Kentucky each went home with a surprise—puppies! This past October, Kenny Jacobson and his groomsmen got together at a cabin in southern Kentucky to celebrate his upcoming nuptials. On their third morning, they noticed a stray dog outside their rented cabin. "She was scrawny and shaggy-looking, but a sweetheart," said Will Perkins.

"Then let's go, you lead the way." They left the tavern and made their way through streets cut in half by exposed gutters, the stench of carcasses and rotting garbage thick in the air. The collapsed houses leaned against each other as if in exhaustion, groaning with every gust of wind that blew in. There are no signs to identify the roads, nor are there house numbers or alleys. It's easy for a stranger new to the area to get lost and quickly find himself robbed, chopped up, and left to die in some dark courtyard or alleyway. The poverty of the slum dwellers was unimaginable, and their only escape was a makeshift moment in the gin parlor. In fact, almost every street has a gin shop.

TABITHA I took a big gulp of the gin and shook my head. “Man, where did you get this from? It's strong as hell!“ I laughed and took another gulp. The gin was so strong that its scent took over the heavenly smell of booze and cigarettes that usually filled the room. My gaze fell on the packet at the door that led to the room where our work equipment was carefully tucked. I made a mental note to steal about half a dozen and hide away.