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note: Recently my friend, Shelby Clark, her Guinea pig, Cookie died from
natural causes. He will be missed very much and in honor of his death I
shall be writing a piece dedicated to him. I will be focusing on staying in the same tense and having good description for this piece.
Your
body had stiffened up. Your legs grew weaker and you dropped to the
ground like a graceful ballerina. As your back hit the soft hay of your
cage your head bobbled up to see the fluorescent light that used to give
warmth and energy to your cage, but what then seemed like nothing but a
blinding light that kept getting bigger. Your eyelids slowly started to
close, as your heart beat had gotten slower and slower, until it was
hardly there and you opened your eyes for the last time. You looked
around and saw your sister Oreo had been staring mournfully at you with
her big black eyes begging for you to stay awake. But you didn’t, you
couldn’t. You were so tired you had to lay down and sleep. A sleep that
you would never wake up from again.
I like this piece, as it stems from a real place, a real motivation to write. As a writer, I would consider putting this together as a poem. If you would like to do that together, I would be happy to help.
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