This is for a contest, but don't go rushing to it. I want to know something:
How understandable is the situation?
It has to do with the contest. Just hold tight. I was given a prompt, and it's a pretty darn lousy one, at that, and I decided to challenge myself. IF YOU HAVEN'T SEEN THE THREAD, DO NOT GO AND CHECK IT.
Alright. I'll give you the prompt after the story. Here it is:
How the Dog Saw it
It was a perfectly peaceful day in the life of a dog when I decided to go through the formal living room towards the kitchen. Books, vases…everything was being thrown around, voices booming. As I hurried though, a book came hurling at me. I dodged, and my, they're lucky I got out of the way. It would have hit me square in the face. It would have said right on my headstone: Dainimo. Killed by Oliver Twist.
I hurried to the other room as the frenzy continued. What a horrible life I've lived since this had begun. These things kept popping up. It’s like humans couldn’t do anything without this happening. I may only be able to understand a few words they say, but what I did know was that these voices were the same as those that they used when I pooped indoors or broke something. Humans never pooped in the middle of the living room, though.
They were both breaking things, but...the day before this started, something strange happened. A few years ago, a little while after I came here, there were two voices: One that had come to the pet shop to get me, and one other. The two spoke quite romatically, and they always made me go downstairs or something when they were very romantic. The second voice had left, eventually replaced by a new one, which played a similar role.
Now, the old voice came back. It had been just like before, though there wasn't any romance. Now, everything was just friendly. Nothing more.
Now the new voice was screaming. Humans get way too suspicious and jealous about these things.
There was also a change in the morning routine. Before this, the daily routine of work and chores had, every so often, occurred much later than usual. Since this strange situation started up, time to wake up had occurred consistently at the same time. There also weren’t any noises coming from the bedroom. Weird.
I looked back over. How hypocritical. I’m yanked away from my friends, yet humans are allowed to yell at each other.
I couldn't put up with this. I walked over to the stairs and hurried down. The basement was quieter.
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Alright! It was lousy, wasn't it? Now, think: What situation is happening between the humans?
If you critique, include the answer to that question. As in, what do you think NOW. Before reading the real answer. I want to make what's happening clear.
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Prompt: Describe an argument between a man and his wife regarding a friendship with a former girlfriend. Do not mention the girlfriend, the wife, the man, or the argument.
Worst. Prompt. Ever.
I hope this turned out alright.
Critiques welecomed!













