A Neighborhood Mystery: Sun Doggy’s Quest

As I stood in the crisp dawn, a piece of worn parchment caught my eye, laid over a dim, polished oak table. Its thick, brown cover, scuffed and torn, bore the honest marks of many days. With a weary sigh, I opened the brittle pages to find stories of a traveler's long journey across distant lands, his triumphs and struggles, his joys and sorrows. His hand was now still, but his vision and messages lived on, inviting me to join him on his adventurous voyages, to discover the wonders and mysteries that lay beyond the worn old covers.

Unraveling the Mystery

It came to me in the quiet moments, between the thudding of my heart and the whisper of the wind. In the dead of night, a figure seemed to loom outside my windows, with brown pupils stark and intense. Yet Doctor John, the man who visited from the church, reassured my mother that all I needed was time to heal from PTSD. I couldn’t… couldn’t do this. Not now, for hours lingered on like a heavy shroud. My twin, born cold, was with God, but I knew in my soul, Quinn watched over me, longing for us to grow cold in sync. If I were found, my only option was to go. Quinn is in my room now, and I love…

Tom’s Silent Cry

Tom paused, the rational part of his mind urging him to stop, but his body whispered louder. The soft, luxurious moors offered no respite; mud was only a nuisance. Sunny-doggy, cold and stiff, was pushing up towards the hunting grounds, his journey unending. Tom, though only four, sensed that today was different, knew Sunny-doggy wouldn’t rot until night fell, when the world grew dim and dull. The only comfort came when Sunny-doggy’s foot kicked up dirt, followed by a soft whimper that broke the silence. As Sunny jumped up and licked Tom’s foot, a cry of joy echoed through the fog, and both sang songs of living, howling in the joy of their camaraderie, of their shared existence.