Hi! I am a fifteen-year-old student, and this is a short story I wrote during my free time. I was very proud of this one, so I wanted to share it here.
My Prompt: Write a story about a pet's death. Make it either amusing or give the story a moral.
Hugo:
We can learn many important lessons from Hinduism, such as Oppenheimer’s ‘I am become death’ speech or the concept of Karma. Many other important lessons can be learned from the Chinese as well, such as the concept of yin and yang, implying that the world works in circles. Actually, when we really give it thought, most cultures, ancient and modern imply that the world works in circles, such as the English quote “Regression to the mean”. This quote implies that any situation can be incredible or horrible, but will always return to the middle in order to take its course in the direction of incredible, or horrible. The belief that the world works in circles is also quite viable, as Karma will usually tend to bite people in the ass. Hugo was a veteran of the First World War. He wandered the streets of New York, homeless after jumping out of the train home from the war. His tongue was dry, paws were raw, stomach was empty, and he was beginning to lose hope. During the war, he enjoyed his job. The soldiers would feed him their scraps and he felt happy by helping them. Hugo was trained in detecting forms of poisonous gas, as the Germans began using chemical weapons during the war. Now that the war had ended, Hugo was two years old, homeless, and depressed. It was then that a man threw a piece of food at him and began to walk away. Enchanted by the nostalgia of being thrown pieces of food, he followed the man. When they reached the man’s house, Hugo was pushed out and not allowed inside. He waited days and nights, always on that block, and always sleeping on his doorstep. A fortnight had passed, and the man finally brought Hugo inside and started calling him his pet. They lived together for ten years, and during that time the man had a wife and a beautiful young three-year-old son. The man also learned that Hugo was an ex military dog when it already knew commands and barked at the rat poison he put behind the refrigerator. They lived peacefully, as a happy family until the stock market crashed in 1929. The man was left with no money and a hungry wife and son to feed. They barely got by for one year until November of 1930. That week, the family hadn’t eaten in days. The man’s son’s ribcage was visible, and they were all skinny and weak. It was on the fourth day of not having any food that the man went into the kitchen, grabbed a knife, and stabbed Hugo in the throat multiple times. The man stood up, his hands glistening as blood slowly flowed down and dripped off the blade. He was hungry, weak, skinny, and remorseless. The man lifted Hugo’s lifeless body and dumped him on the kitchen table. He slowly began skinning his old friend, feasting on his raw liver and heart as he gutted him. He turned on his stove and began to cook two of Hugo’s legs, placing the rest of the body in the freezer. He served the meal to his family, not telling his son what the meat really was, and took his first bite of the leg. Pleasure erupted on his face, but it was twisted, a glint in his eye had appeared. They finished their meal, and his son had the first smile they had seen in months. The family then put their child to bed, and followed suit soon after. Later that night, the entire family died. The man, his wife, and even his young four-year-old son, were killed. They were found five days later, and the reported cause of death was a gas leak.
Please remember that I'm 15 and do not do this professionally, so please don't be harsh if you have any criticism regarding grammar or the story.
Submitted April 06, 2016 at 04:25AM by GoldenPiggey http://ift.tt/1qphasA shortstories
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