Dog Gone (2)
Dog gone (2) by roofles i'm not a loner by nature. being a talk show host, news reporter (we really haven't settled on a theme yet for the show...). i just normally preferred to be around others.
Dog Gone (1.5)
Dog gone (1.5) by roofles i wasn't about to tell the 'jury' before me what actually happened that night. their judgmental eyes was bad enough as they forced me to relive the time since i met him.
Dog Gone (1)
Dog gone (1) by roofles in a world much like our own with a culture almost identical to that of humanity, does history truly begin to unfold.
Dog gone (6)
A part of our days together that they would never know or take away from me..._ we had gone to the mall. it was really the only thing to do in town. which was sad.
Dog Gone (7)
Dog gone (7) by roofles "hey," the guard banged on the door forcing me back. i could hear his heavy boots coming down the hall and was ready for him to open it. i should've realized, a prisoner, had no such right to talk face to face.
Dog Gone (8)
Dog gone (8) by roofles "the fuck." the words only escaped me as my foot hit the bottom of the steps. blue led us deeper within. his navigational skills were rather astute. how many times had he gone through these halls?
Dog Gone (5)
Dog gone (5) by roofles _i closed my eyes, pulling the half blanket over me.
Dog Gone (15)
Dog gone (15) by roofles i wanted to ask him more about him but we ended up walking in silence. after it all i didn't really have my heart in it. what could i say? or do? his home was a hell he had just now found out about.
Dog Gone (13)
He had been picking the same spot on the desk for the past few minutes with his finger...and had gone back to picking at it. "we have laws here. rules to make sure the society stays the way it is.
Dog Gone (14)
Dog gone (14) by roofles biscuit looked around the corner before i followed him out. he had told me the layout of the place and i had picked out the quickest way for us both to escape.
Dog Gone (12)
Dog gone (12) by roofles "mind control?" i asked munching on a dog biscuit while talking to biscuit. the treat was a bit old and stale but it smelt good and somehow that made it taste better. my taste sense itself seemed to be lacking.
Dog Gone (9)
Dog gone 9 by roofles my memories began to fade of a life outside this place as i took heavy breaths and looked around. the hallways were all beginning to blur together and it was impossible to tell which way was which.