The disciplined sound of boots on the ground grew louder
The war machine must be fed
It will accept no other type of food it is offered
Except the warm liquid
Rich in its smell and colored crimson red
It will heap chaos and death upon the world
For what it must have and needs
For in order to remain alive
It must continually feed
......
Charlie was born in February on a winter’s day to his mom Kiki Niki a Chi and his dad Scooter II a Chihuahua. His mother had scruffy fluffy hair and she was blonde with a curled-up tail.
His daddy dog was brown with a curled-up tail like his wife Kiki. They were small dogs and very fit they because they exercised a lot chasing cats and each weighed about 6 pounds. Scooter liked to sit on his owner’s lap, but Kiki liked lots of noise, hopped and barked all the time. She acted like she was 50 lbs. though and yapped and yapped, in her high voice.
They were the Ruff Ruff Family, they lived on 113 Puppy Lane, Bow Wow Street in Dogville with 4 puppies of their very own.
Charlie was small and he had 2 brothers and a sister, and they were all brown like the daddy dog, but Charlie, looked different from all of them. He had long hair like mama dog, but hers was pretty and wavy and his was wispy like a horse’s tail and looked like the wind just blew through it. And a gray stripe down his back. But his colors were not like Kiki’s or Scooters.
He didn’t really look like his mama or daddy dog.
He was grayish-brown with tan markings on his face over his eyebrows, on his chest and his legs had tan on them like socks.
The puppies got bigger and nosier, some got lighter and others darker, but Charlie's colors never changed, and his hair got scruffier and fluffier. Little whiskers sprouted out from the sides of his nose, on his chin, mouth and he had eyes like little twinkling shiny stars.
His brothers and sister teased him calling him names like Fliffy Fluffy and Scruffy Nuffy. It sure made Charlie mad and hurt his feelings but what could he do? He didn’t look like them and he was funny colored. So, he didn’t play with them at all and stayed is his dog room.
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Do you possess the desire to free yourself
Of self-doubt, regret and yearning
Or shall you choose to be an alabaster statue frozen in time
Emotionless
While the world as most know it keeps turning
What would you give in silver, gold and gems
To cast off the smothering blanket of pain
Banishing forever the memories tearing at your soul
Dying
......
The disciplined sound of boots on the ground grew louder
The war machine must be fed
It will accept no other type of food it is offered
Except the warm liquid
Rich in its smell and colored crimson red
It will heap chaos and death upon the world
For what it must have and needs
For in order to remain alive
It must continually feed
......
Do you possess the desire to free yourself
Of self-doubt, regret and yearning
Or shall you choose to be an alabaster statue frozen in time
Emotionless
While the world as most know it keeps turning
What would you give in silver, gold and gems
To cast off the smothering blanket of pain
Banishing forever the memories tearing at your soul
Dying
......
Charlie was born in February on a winter’s day to his mom Kiki Niki a Chi and his dad Scooter II a Chihuahua. His mother had scruffy fluffy hair and she was blonde with a curled-up tail.
His daddy dog was brown with a curled-up tail like his wife Kiki. They were small dogs and very fit they because they exercised a lot chasing cats and each weighed about 6 pounds. Scooter liked to sit on his owner’s lap, but Kiki liked lots of noise, hopped and barked all the time. She acted like she was 50 lbs. though and yapped and yapped, in her high voice.
They were the Ruff Ruff Family, they lived on 113 Puppy Lane, Bow Wow Street in Dogville with 4 puppies of their very own.
Charlie was small and he had 2 brothers and a sister, and they were all brown like the daddy dog, but Charlie, looked different from all of them. He had long hair like mama dog, but hers was pretty and wavy and his was wispy like a horse’s tail and looked like the wind just blew through it. And a gray stripe down his back. But his colors were not like Kiki’s or Scooters.
He didn’t really look like his mama or daddy dog.
He was grayish-brown with tan markings on his face over his eyebrows, on his chest and his legs had tan on them like socks.
The puppies got bigger and nosier, some got lighter and others darker, but Charlie's colors never changed, and his hair got scruffier and fluffier. Little whiskers sprouted out from the sides of his nose, on his chin, mouth and he had eyes like little twinkling shiny stars.
His brothers and sister teased him calling him names like Fliffy Fluffy and Scruffy Nuffy. It sure made Charlie mad and hurt his feelings but what could he do? He didn’t look like them and he was funny colored. So, he didn’t play with them at all and stayed is his dog room.
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