Stray Dogs Gin Novels & Stories

Stray dogs didn't stand a chance. Even before the storm, plenty of residents here had pets. Some treated them better than themselves. But now, none of them were around. Nicole didn't want to think about what Cola had been through to make it this far. "Cola, it's okay," she said softly, trying to calm him. "Stick with me. As long as I eat, you eat. You won't go hungry." Cola didn't move closer. He still kept his distance, tense and ready to bolt.

Jack said over the radio, the man throws the walkie talkie to the ground and and steps on it, shattering it. The man uses the axe and tears the bus four tyres, satisfied with what he's done, he picks up Peterson's bloodied head and holds his leg with his right hand, dragging his body away into the bush as he disappeares from sight. ___________________ "Helena where are we heading to?" Larry said as his girlfriend drags him along the dark bushes. "To find a suitable and safe spot." Helena replied, looking back at him and winked. Larry just couldn't say anything.

“I know you can but as you said, if it doesn’t work out for both of us, we can always find you, right?” Martin just shook his head knowing that when Saucy was this determined, he could never get her to change her mind. The following day, Martin and Bruno chose a busy area - lots of restaurants, groceries, and shops but lots of danger, too. Aside from the buses, cars and other vehicles, they heard the town had a strict rule on stray dogs. They decided they would take their chances there.

The rumpled chain-link and the scent of other dogs told Rhett that strays frequented the area, raiding the bins for food. He was much bigger than the average stray dog, and he ran the risk of getting caught, trapped mid-wriggle under the fence, but the position on the other side would be secure and he would be well hidden. He couldn’t smell Cameron, but he hoped that maybe he’d find his mate on the other side. With the Van Helsings distracted he decided to go for it and bellied down. The fence rattled and shook, making far more noise that he liked, and the bottom edge was ragged, catching in his fur, and burying through it to his skin.

Sam occupied the puppies waiting to be seen, while Clayton and Freya comforted the one that had already had its shots. A loud bang from the reception area irritated me. “There’s no need to practically kick my door in,” I yelled, rushing out to see who was making such a racket so I could give them a piece of my mind. But my annoyance disappeared when I saw the animal in the arms of Paul Taylor. “I found him in a ditch, by the side of the road,” Paul shouted at me as he walked toward me. It was Dastin, a German Shepherd belonging to Noddy Andrews. He had barbed wire tightly wrapped around his mouth and neck.

Being with you is my greatest dream," she replied with an emotional voice. They both lay down together again, enjoying the warmth of love flowing between them. The future may be full of uncertainty, but one thing is certain: their love will always be the guiding force for them. *** In a filthy and forgotten corner of the city, a stray dog barks while rummaging through a towering pile of garbage. The foul smell stings the nose, and flies buzz around it. Amidst the disgusting pile of trash, the body of a man, barely recognizable, lay sprawled. His clothes were tattered, his face was full of wounds, and his body was dirty and bruised. The man is 'Smith'.

I went into the kitchen to grab soda for us and came back to see Kara sheepishly grinning like a naughty kid. “What’s up Kara?” I asked “Oh nothing” she responded “I know that stupid grin too we’ll, you tell me what it is or I wipe it off your face missy” I said with a fake frown. “You taste so good Angel, I hard a great time. E.” She read out from my phone. “Someone got a text!” She screamed running around my living room. I rushed after her trying to grab my phone off her hand to no avail. Angel? That only means one person, the tattooed stranger.

“Are you sure they are the ones?” “They smell like Ptakallis.” “There are many Ptakallis in the city Teddy, did you get the right ones?” “You guys I’m trying to take a nap here.” The men turned to find Ginny glaring at them with one open eye. She had her head tilted back against the wall. Her hands were tired in front of her on her lap and her tired legs were bare. Cathy was quiet beside her still dizzy from the tranquilizer she was shot with. Those were no ordinary tranquilizers.

So, she could not help but ask. Keegan squatted down and knocked on a little metal bowl on the ground. A second later, a white ball appeared and dashed toward Keegan's leg. It chirped and flipped around to show its belly as a sign of happiness. Stella was shocked but when she took a closer look, she saw a white stray dog with a pinch of black hair on its head. Keegan put on a pair of gloves, took out some meat jerky from his pocket, and put it in the bowl. The stray instantly sat up and ran over to eat the jerky.

I wipe the salty tears off. "Let's go, Lady Gin-Gin". And She starts to canter. I arrive the village finally, I can't even see in front of me. The only source of light is a large hut. I dismount Lady Gin-Gin and limp to the hut, I've already began to lose the feeling in my legs. The hut stinks of beer. The pungent odour assaults my nostrils, and makes my stomach churn. I step over a groaning man and my eyes dart around until it lands on a large man sitting alone at a corner.