strange

by shadowskullz

Published May 25, 2012

bob was a cat he liked dogs but they did not like him they ate him and he came out as poop and went to find a new dog friend but when he finally found a cat friendly dog he died of shock from an owl in a tree trying to scare the cat away. the end :D.

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Bobbywalker
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Bobbywalker wrote a review Review · Jul 21, 2012

If you actually TRIED to make a good poem(which I absolutely have no faith in), you should try to practice more. I am not the one to speak with, though.

Better luck next time, Bob Walker!

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Winchester
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Winchester wrote a review Review · Jul 21, 2012

Okay, well.

The first problem for me is your total lack of full stops, and capital letters - even though you don't need many because of your lack of full stops. 'Bob' needs a capital, since it is a name, also 'The' since it's after the only full stop in your piece of work.

Now, after the first twenty-something words is where this really starts to go downhill, though I didn't think dogs eat cats in the first place, but Bob seems to become animated poop - NOW, I know writers aren't supposed to stick by the rules of reality, and one of the best things about writing is about being able to bend said rules, create new worlds - ect. But, if Bob was now poop, he would have to go looking for a poop friendly dog rather than a cat friendly dog.

The owl that is also scaring the cat away, whom I guessing is Bob - needs to learn that Bob is no longer a cat, and that he is poop.

Keep Writing.
Red xoxo

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noninjaes
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noninjaes commented Comment · Jul 21, 2012

Just no...

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Nook
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Nook commented Comment · Jun 24, 2012

Ah...um...er...eh...I...have no words...

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JesusLvr18
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JesusLvr18 wrote a review Review · May 26, 2012

Ummmmmmm... that is very interesting...

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emilybrodo
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emilybrodo commented Comment · May 25, 2012

lol

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Stellabeam
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Stellabeam commented Comment · May 25, 2012

What?



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