in English class, we were supposed to create a short and original story. we learned on story arcs, and we supposed to write narratively, which means that we are supposed to show, and not tell.
“It’s very depressing around here. I’m hearing lots of yelling from other dogs that just can’t believe what they have been through. I sit here inside an empty little cage. There’s lots of rusty grey cages around me. They look like they haven’t been cleaned in the last 50 years. They contain old, filthy and injured dogs and cats inside, that have remained caged for months or even years. I just look at the only bright light on the ceiling and try to remember what happened….
I have a family in a big house. Their garden is enormous, like a party of green, with lots of holes to dig and lots of squirrels to chase. Inside the house, there are lots of toys on the floor. Best of all, I can satisfy my needs anywhere I want. It’s a dream house, the best I could imagine. The problem is that my humans always go somewhere in the morning. Sometimes the little humans go too and sometimes they do not. I find it confusing. When the big humans at home, they always shout at each other because this is a kind of game they play, I guess. But at least their food is incredible! Even though they do not give me that much, I still can have it whenever I want.
One day, the big human takes me to his mechanical cart. He doesn’t usually let me get in this, but it looks like he is going to take me for a walk. He brings me to a big park that I have never seen before, like a much more significant version than our garden. It looks like heaven. There’s shade, and water, and lots of flying plates. I think to myself that this is going to be the best day of my life. The human opens up the door at the park. I am excited like a little-energized puppy. But then… he just leaves.
I am confused. Where is my human going? Is he going to bring the rest of the family? I just decide to wait for him to return. But he never comes back. It is dark. It is unbelievable. He has left me like I am just a piece of garbage. What can I do now? Where can I go? I walk into the park. Scared. I’m just a puppy in this big world. I’ve never felt this way before. This loneliness. I start to cry and yell when suddenly, another human wearing black catches me and puts me in a cart.
That is how I came here. To this dark room. I have no idea how it happened. Is it me? Is it them? Is it both? I try to be the best dog there is. What does it even mean to be a good dog? When every single dog is screaming, I am the only quiet one. Until in walks another human family. One little human points at me. I am a little scared. Then I get outside the cage, and the small human holds me. What’s going on? Are they going to take me to a new house, where they will treat me like crap? No thank you. I go rigid and refuse to move. I am a limp rag. The little human holds me carefully and smiles while he carries me as he walk outside. But I tried to resist. Inside I’m wondering if what I’ve been through will always happen to me for the rest of my life.”