I have no clue what the hell to title this story!! Here are some options: "Bubbles is Missing", "It Came For Their Pets", "Bubbles, Where Art Thou?", "Pets Are Delicious", "This Author Couldn't Think of a Title". 
Bubbles, Where Art Thou?
Written by Ben Wood
The clouds were dim, with a fierce black. The rain poured from the sky like an enormous waterfall. The liquid thrashed upon the land heavily. The angels above must have been crying, for they feared what was going to happen.
Jamie Cracker was trapped in the disastrous storm. Her just-straightened auburn hair was now soaked. Her fair skin was damp and cold. The harsh wind blew upon her frightened face. “Bubbles! Come back!” she shouted. Bubbles was her little companion. He was a small puppy: fluffy and white. Jamie was too young to know the breed, but it didn’t matter. Bubbles was an amazing puppy to her and she dared not return home without her dog. She could hear a faint whimper in the wind.
“Bubbles!” she cried out again. Her voices were drowned out by the rain. The storm was getting worse, lightning began to strike nearby. The thunderous noise scared Jamie. She shrieked and ran home. Jamie didn’t dare look for her dog while circuits of death emerged out from the sky. She’d have to wait another day to find her beloved dog.
The next day arrived with a warming sun and one of those gentle breezes that caressed every hair on your body. There was no sign of the disastrous storm from the previous night. The birds chirped cheerfully. The grass was a brilliant green, fresh from their recent shower. Jamie’s dog was no where to be found. Several days passed, and still no Bubbles.
Jamie rang the doorbell of her neighbor, Miss Marie Mackowick. Miss Mackowick was a very kind woman who adored Jamie like a daughter. She babysat Jamie whenever her parents were out and made sure Jamie didn’t wander into trouble.
Miss Mackowick opened the door gracefully and smiled at her adorable neighbor. Miss Mackowick’s presence was glamorous. Her curly brown hair was fantabulous, and happened to match her coffee-colored eyes. Her figure was toned and slim, there was no doubt she was appealing to the common man. Perhaps what was more appealing was her ability to care for others and her gentle nature. She looked down at her precious neighbor, gazing into her eyes, “Hi Jamie, what can I do for you?”
Jamie looked glum, her voice was panicked, “Miss Mackowick! Bubbles has gone missing! Will you help me find him? My parents don’t care a bit. But I know you’d help me!”
Miss Mackowick put her hand on the girl’s shoulder, “Calm down, we’ll find him. Tell me where and when you last saw him.” Jamie explained to Miss Mackowick how the dog had run off during the storm. Miss Mackowick nodded and put a plan together. They started off with drawing signs claiming that there was a missing pet. They took crayons and made doodles of the small dog. They giggled at each other’s pictures. Miss Mackowick was quite good at calming down the poor child. The two girls walked along the street posting their home-made posters. Jamie began to enjoy herself. The sense of hope was rising in her. Unfortunately, it wouldn’t last.
Jamie returned home shortly after the last poster had been put up. Her mother was upstairs, no doubt asleep. Her father was at work, as always. Or perhaps he was at a bar. Nobody knew, and quite frankly, Jamie didn’t care. Miss Mackowick was the closest family she had.
Jamie strode into her back yard and glared at Bubble’s dog house. “Poor, poor dog! He must be all alone. You were always so cute when you slept in your doggy house,” Jamie sighed. She kept starring at the dog house. “Bubbles?” Jamie asked innocently. She starred hard, something was inside the dog house! “Bubbles!?” Jamie walked forward. It was Bubbles! Jamie dashed toward the house, “Oh Bubbles, I’m so glad you’re home!” Jamie reached inside and gave her dog a hug. Her fingers met the touch of a cold, limp body. Jamie was frozen, like a deer caught in headlights. She let out a horrifying scream. Bubbles was dead, inside the place where he once lived. His body was mutilated beyond belief. Bubbles still had a lovable expression on his face. Nonetheless, the dog was beyond dead.
Detective Marshall came over to investigate the bizarre incident. Jamie had gone over to Miss Mackowick’s house while he examined the scene.
Marshall was a young man, late twenties, with a strong build. His hair was combed into a polite fashion, with only a few strands of grey hair. He’d probably get rid of those the next day, for Marshall was a man of neatness and order. Strands of grey did not mix in with those of black.
“This is quite odd,” he told himself as he turned the dead dog onto its back. It looked as if a savage beast had torn Bubbles apart and ate him. “Poor Jamie, must have thought the dog was still alive!” There were no clues, no evidence, and no strings for Marshall to pull at. There was nothing here.
“This is too bizarre!” he exclaimed. After a double-examination he left, the mystery remaining unsolved.
Detective Marshall sat in his home, watching the nightly news. Apparently, there was an increased number of missing pets within the past few weeks. “Interesting,” Marshall thought to himself. He brushed his hand through his golden retriever’s fur. “Good thing you’re still here Superman!” Superman was the golden dog’s name. Marshall had named him after his childhood superhero. The dog was loyal and kind, Marshall was blessed to have such a great friend.
Marshall was startled by the sound of shattering glass. “The back door,” Marshall thought aloud. He quickly got up and ran toward the desk where he kept his gun. Superman followed instantly, obviously frightened by the noise.
“Must be a thief,” was Marshall’s initial reaction. He grasped his gun tightly as he ran down the main hall into the kitchen.
The glass shards were scattered about the floor. Nobody was in the room but Marshall. “Damn, he must have gone through the back hallway.” Just then, a whimper was heard from the living room. Superman’s whimper was unmistakable.
“Superman!” Marshall shouted. He returned to the living room, a figure dodged out of the way. Marshall instantly fired his gun. The bullets busted into the walls. Whatever it was dashed back out of the house through the broken window.
Marshall returned to the kitchen just as it escaped. Marshall ran outside after it. The air was dark, and whatever it was couldn’t be seen in the blindness. Marshall bit his lip, “Darn thing stole my dog!” He fired the gun in the air, “I’ll get you, you damn creature!” For whatever had taken Superman wasn’t human. Marshall didn’t get the best look at it, but he knew it was no man.
Jamie Cracker and Marie Mackowick sat in the Mackowick house quietly. They were both in tears, for Mackowick’s cat, Buttons, had also gone missing. Jamie was hysterical, while Mackowick was calm. The girls feared the worse.
“What is doing this?” Jamie asked while sobbing miserably into Mackowick’s shoulder.
“I don’t know dear, but we’ll stop it, whatever it is!” Mackowick assured the girl. She pushed back the hair from Jamie’s messy face. “We’ll stop it, Jamie, you have my word on that.”
After Jamie had fallen asleep on the couch, Miss Mackowick went to dial up Detective Marshall.
“Yes?” he replied. It had been two days since Superman had been taken and there had been no sign of him. Marshall had been trying his best to locate the beast, but was having no luck.
“Detective Marshall, this is Miss Mackowick,” she replied, “I’m here with the Cracker’s daughter, Jamie. She’s asleep right now, but I think I may be able to help you find this... this thing!”
“I’m listening,” Marshall said.
“Well we can take you to where Jamie lost her dog. Maybe there’s some significance. I believe hers pet was one of the first to go missing. I think it’d be a good idea. It’s near the Lakeview Woods. We can show you where exactly.”
Marshall paused for a moment. “Ok, meet me at the entrance in about two hours, bring Jamie. We’ll go together.” Marshall hung-up and Mackowick smiled. There was hope for justice.
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