Kaysha Mock
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My Mother Saved Me
I am running, for my life. I don't know what day or even what month it is. The ground is hard and cold under my bare feet. The sun is either going down or just coming up because it is barely light out. There's trees everywhere, and I'm tripping on the fallen branches, stuck up roots, and vast amount of dried leaves. I am so tired but my adrenaline is boosting me forward. I see what looks like an abandoned building up ahead.
By Kaysha Mock5 years ago in Fiction
Jay
I first saw "dipstick", as they called him, running full blast with no care, a chip on his shoulder, and enough confidence that made me even question if I was looking at a dog and not a college boy. What sold me on him was his attitude to small children, because my grandmother had all of us grandkids at her house all the time it was a must he was good with children. I had been on the look at shelters for a while, I had lost my previous dog to a FedEx truck. I was looking for that connection I had before, and normal shelter dogs weren't working. Even though he was not being fed well, he was infested with ticks, and these people did not want him he still had spirit. This was also a situation that I felt if I did not take him home with me, he would die. He would ultimately meet the same fate as his mother before him, with a bullet to the head.
By Kaysha Mock5 years ago in Petlife
