Writing Challenge - Family

[in_the_blue]

Writing Challenge day.

Those of you who said don't do it in July because of HBP can, as always, feel free to take a pass. But as promised, here is this month's writing challenge and guidelines. Come and play if you want! (Yn Cymraeg: der i chwarae!)

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Rules (remember, they're more like guidelines):

• Fandom: any, so long as it's one you know well. Yes, HP HBP fics allowed!


• Word count: 300 or less


• Main theme: Family


• Ratings: No restrictions.


• Duration: Challenge opens today and closes at 11:59 p.m. Sunday, July 24. Just one week.

Post your drabbles as comments to this entry. Feel free to do as few or as many as you want, and if you see one you really like, be sure to leave a review or a comment.

Comments

[2woolongdatadog.livejournal.com]

Translated from Anglo-Nipponese Dog (Inu-Engirishu):

I don’t remember my mother.  In fact, I’m not even sure I had a mother the way normal puppies do, because the first thing I remember is a very bright place, and a decidedly un-canine rubber nipple feeding me my milk.  Since I escaped, I reasoned I could have been grown in an incubator, but I’ll never know for sure.

They let me grow up around other puppies, some of whom disappeared abruptly; they said something about ‘socialization’.  The humans themselves didn’t do much more than feed us, water us, and clean our living area.  The one technician who played with us at all was spoken to sharply one day and never attended to us puppies again.

As I got older, they took me eventually, although I kept going back to the pen.  Each time, I felt the sting of a needle and subsequently, quick unconsciousness.  I would wake up, drooling into the newspaper, with a contradictorily dry mouth and pounding headache.  The others told me I had bald spots and sutures in unlickable places.  I knew what the humans were doing. 

I kept getting smarter.

One day, not long after what humans would call my first birthday, instead of the white-coated scientists, a stranger – harsh-smelling, nasty – reached to the pen, grabbed me in a painful way and stuffed me into a tiny space with no room to move at all.  It seemed like forever before I had the chance to escape, but the human chasing the Bad Smell seemed... like a good calculated risk.

Spiku served to take me to Jetto, who knows how to care for a dog.  Not until Ed showed up and started living with our pack did I find what every dog secretly hopes for – the pet human of his lifetime.

[in-the-blue.livejournal.com]

Hee. I love this because... who in their right mind thinks like a dog who's smarter than a computer? That's why this was such a good challenge for Ein.

'Spiku' says doumo arigatou.