From Here to There

Here

It’s dark now. There’s no sun in this place and no sound, expect for a far away ‘ping’ of dripping water. For three nights it’s been like this. That was when these strange, two legged creatures came and took me away. Since then, they have kept me in this, this . . . thing. It’s like my old home, but it’s not a home. Instead of being able to come and go, they lock me in here, and it has no walls; only hard, cold lines that go from the floor to the ceiling. It’s also only just big enough that I can move around in.

These creatures that came, they are hideous monsters. They are big and tall, but that does not help them; it only makes them slow and weak. They can’t see in the dark or hear their own whispers. But, even though they seem like demons, they are angels; they bring me food and say soft words. They often say things like “good dog” and “nice girl,” and the others here say that it is good that these creatures say that. It means they like you.

There is a chorus of whimpers as the ceiling is turned on overhead and blinds us. These humans, as the others call them, have found a way to capture the sun in long, thin lines that they have attached above. The others also say that these humans are here to help us; that they are trying to save us. I don’t know what to think but I hope that they are right.

One of the humans, the one the others call Emma, comes over to me. Her face is familiar now, but still is troubling to look at. I’m not used to humans strange faces yet. Once she is standing in front of me, she bends down and looks in side. The eyes are the only good trait these humans have, and Emma’s eyes are beautiful. They are a dark, deep green, with golden specks in them.

She reaches out to me and puts her long paw through the bars. At first I’m afraid, but then she pets my fur and says the things that humans say. “Good dog.” “Nice girl.” But then she says something I’ve never heard her say before, “I promise I’ll find the perfect person for you.” After that, she takes her paw away and goes to do whatever it is that humans do. Once she’s gone, I ask the others what she means, but they don’t know either. No one here has heard a human say that.

I wonder what Emma means. Does it mean that they don’t like me anymore? Should I be afraid? For the first time since the humans have captured me, I am truly scared.
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Word Count: 465

Okay, so I couldn't think of an idea, and I don't know how it came to me, but suddenly I was like, "Hey, I'll write it from a dog's point of view!" But I don't know how well it came out, because I'm a horrible judge of my own work. To me, part of it seems like a human was writing, which, you know, beside the obvious fact that a human DID write it. What do you think?

This is only the first of two parts, by they way.