Jonathan
How could he have drowned? the fence creaked under my weight, urging me off and onward.
Examination
# Chapter 12: Examination _August 18'rd 1995 12:15 Hours The Kennel, London, England_ "Forty-Seven." The lady running front desk for the Final Exam never even looked up. He was nothing more to her than just another Dog. She hadn't heard a...
A Private Breeder
# Chapter 5: A Private Breeder _June 9'th 1988 04:30 Hours Somewhere beneath London, England_ I came to slowly, like surfacing from a deep, dark pool. It felt as though someone had stuffed my head with cotton batten, like I was awakening from...
Looking in the Mirror
# Chapter 9: Looking in the Mirror _July 3'rd 1993 21:00 Hours London, England_ I slept in a hotel that evening. The idea of spending a night in the Kennel sickened me. The hotel was not high class. It was, at best, middling, the type of...
Brothers and Sisters
# Chapter 7: Brothers and Sisters _June 9'th 1988 20:45 Hours The Kennel, London, England_ I wasn't sure where he'd found it, but Handler Llyal offered us some day old Chinese takeout. The little paper boxes even had the traditional metal...
The Good Doctor
# Chapter 10: The Good Doctor _June 11'th 1988 03:00 Hours The Kennel, London, England_ Sixty and I stared at each other as the last of the screams died away over the wireless. "What has happened, Brother?" Sixty whispered. His words were...
Cobblestones and Threadbare Shirts
# Chapter 2: Cobblestones and Threadbare Shirts _June 8'th 1988 02:00 Hours The Kennel, London, England_ For just an instant I hung in the air, two stories above the blacktop. Thousands of razor sharp shards of glass sparkled around me in the...
Life Under the Swatter
Life Under The Swatter The year is, or was, at the very least, 1609. I stood in front of the royal fleet's best and most renowned ship, the Maritime. I was to be exiled to a land, an isle, I believe it was, far overseas. How did I happen to receive...
A Good Old Copper
# Chapter 11: A Good Old Copper _June 11'th 1988 13:00 Hours London, England_ When next I woke my head rested on something soft. I opened my eyes to see the bottom of a muzzle. Sixty was staring off into the distance. "Good Dog," he...
Quiet Halls and Softer Footfalls
# Chapter 3: Quiet Halls and Softer Footfalls _July 1'st 1993 14:00 Hours The Kennel, London, England_ My thick leather jacket creaked around me as I stepped off my bike, the soft purr of its engine fading into the omnipresent hum of London...
The Kennel
Chapter 3: The KennelAugust 18, 1982 05:54 HoursSouth London, England I opened my eyes, as always, a few minutes before the harsh fluorescent lights above us flared to life. I was never sure what woke me. It wasn't as though there was even the...
The Scent of Blood
Like the last set, i threw them into my maw with the panic of a drowning man. unlike the previous ones, however, i crushed them in my mouth, feeling their sticky goo spew forth to coat my tongue.