tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86514585657765666792011-08-01T14:40:30.889-07:00soujirou91http://www.blogger.com/profile/17447661293010990911noreply@blogger.comBlogger21100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8651458565776566679.post-50013170856836388142011-03-29T00:30:00.001-07:002011-03-29T00:30:52.119-07:00<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8651458565776566679-5001317085683638814?l=spiralaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>soujirou91http://www.blogger.com/profile/17447661293010990911noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8651458565776566679.post-28775444958767905542009-01-01T06:10:00.001-08:002011-03-29T00:30:19.666-07:00<em>Recently, there have been shadow lurking around our neighbourhood even during the broad daylight. This started ever since the day a lightning struck a tall tree; the big hollow one that stood in the middle of the town. It seems as though the end was near.</em> <em></em><em>Millie and I were good buddies then. We often play with each other at the deserted hill just behind our owner's terrace. </em><em>We find the shadows a nuisance and rather weird; it always have an evil aura and makes one shudder. Whenever we saw those things near our owners, both Millie and I will start barking, nevertheless, this sight was never seemingly a bother to the humans - they don't seem to notice anything at all.</em> <em></em><em>One find day, Millie and I went up to the deserted hill as usual. This time it was different, there were so many streaks of blinding flashlights, and the sky took a new turn;</em> <em></em><em><span style="color:#333333;">"... Millie look! The sky's turning darker than black, ain't it?"</span></em> <em></em><em><span style="color:#333333;">"... Our owners, they might be in trouble..."</span></em> <em></em><em>We dashed back to our terrace, only to realised, that there were nobody in the house.</em> <em></em><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>Not a single living soul were to be found</em></span> <span style="font-size:130%;"><em></em></span><em><span style="color:#333333;">"... John..? Garry..? Mum..? Baby... ...?"</span></em> <em></em><em>I immediately ran out to find millie and she wasn't there.</em> <em>I started to panic; something's certainly not right. The past 10 years of my entire dog life, this had never happened before. </em><em></em><em></em><em>I felt very afraid, and all on my own...</em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8651458565776566679-2877544495876790554?l=spiralaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>soujirou91http://www.blogger.com/profile/17447661293010990911noreply@blogger.com0