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Most recently published stories in Petlife.
When the Night Falls
Darkness roams the air. Two headlights slice through the night sky as they make their way toward a small town in the distance. Suddenly the car’s engine starts to flutter. “Just great”, says the boy, as he looks toward the Low Fuel light in the dashboard. Taking his dad’s car without permission was one thing, but having to call him for rescue would really be the cherry on top of an already lousy night. The car’s hiccups slowly wind down as the last fumes of gas are extinguished. He is officially out of gas. As he pulls over to the side of the road, he can’t help but feel a sense of dread. The boy (a 16-year-old if that counts), having barely learned to parallel park, now must now figure out how to get himself out of this predicament.
By Javier R De Haro5 years ago in Petlife
Fowl Play
“And and,” Brynn's young voice said over her family’s hushed table, “the T-rex would eat ANY of us in one bite!" "Really?!" Her father said, lifting his fork for Brynn to see, "Well how would it reach its fork with its tiny arms?" He stabbed the utensil into the vegetable on his plate, brought it to his mouth and extracted the fork, baring his teeth as he chewed, growling like what Brynn knew was an attempt at a dinosaur.
By Jesse Erickson5 years ago in Petlife
Adventures with Orgone
A caged barn owl, I pondered. What sense does that make? Growing up I dreamed of being an owl because they seemed so wise and free. They didn’t need materials to define their identity. They were on their own schedule. Sleeping when most are awake and feasting at night when most least expect it. I’d hear their hoots from a far, and If I was lucky, I’d find the culprit. So much mystery- too much to be locked away and stripped of their game with prey. Maybe it was my love for them that brought me here. Or maybe she cried out to me hoping I’d set her free.
By Tierra Idelis 5 years ago in Petlife
New-Town Trials
The night was cold and moving on toward morning when Trevor finished with his jog. He was on the running trail about a quarter mile from the trailhead - and standing out in the middle of the field nearby was a rickety old barn. Nothing special nor noteworthy in his opinion, but for some reason it caught his interest this morning. Looking around, there weren't any "Keep Out" or "Private Property" signs posted. No fence to cross.
By G. R. Reed5 years ago in Petlife
Natalie's Gloria
Brown pony-tails dangle loose and wild as she swings upside-down from the barn rafters, singing a tune. Her legs are bruised and scraped from rough play but she doesn’t seem to notice the injuries. Pulling a pocket-knife from her jeans, she carves her name into the grey wooden beam.
By Caroline Correia5 years ago in Petlife
I’ve Been Waiting For You All Along
I was sick of riding around in circles in the small indoor arena, staring at the weathered, wooden walls and the dirt like footing. As I tacked up Jinx his autumn coat stood up reddish. brown, soft and fluffy, reminding me of my favorite Gund stuffed bear I had growing up.
By Karen Dronzek5 years ago in Petlife
