January 29 2014

Writing Attempt: Non-Human POV’s

 

1

The grease under his fingernails knew it was living on borrowed time but it lived like it didn’t care. The brief interaction with the pen in Dana’s pocket had changed its perception of what it meant to be alive.

 
 

2

Berkley was worried about the decisions he’d made in the past 20 minutes. He tried to keep his cool as Julian moved up the long dryway into the grozh. But his anxiety grew and grew and grew and grew with each noise his master made until he could no longer contain his fear and began to bark.  

 

3

It had been thirteen days. Thirteen days of cinched up suffering behind the dresser with no end in sight. When the taller darker haired one approached and gathered the basket it normally would have occupied in this condition, the sock felt relief. Much to its dismay – it was over looked and had to watch its partner be whisked away for cleaning while it was left behind to suffer in filth.

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Feeling a little more light hearted tonight, thankfully.

 

-Classy Biped