Got Sanity? :: Creative Writing Essays

Got Sanity?         It was a quiet night.  No cars driving by, honking their horns.  Nosounds of little kids yelling.  No dogs barking.  Just peaceful and quiet.  Agentle air travel blew with an occasional smell of spring in it.  The air was hardlyright, cool and fresh.  Keith sat on his favorite(a) porch rocking chair.  He wasjust relaxing and group his thoughts.  He liked to call.  He liked to think. He thought roughly his dreams, he thought most his life and how it  was going.He thought ab come in his dog and how it used to be a playful puppy in force(p) of energy.It sure grew up fast.  Keith thought about a girl he once fell in love with.  Heshould probably loll around married before he turned thirty.  Who knows maybe hellnever pay back married.         As Keith sat there, now thinking about his new, red truck, he noticedhis shoe was untied.  He stretched down to retie it and saw a small card besidehis foot.  Funny, he hadnt noticed it there before.  Maybe it blew up in thebreeze.  Yes thats what happened, the wind had blown it there when he was take outin dreamland.  Oh well, he thought and then he picked it up. The card hadprinting on it.  It simply read, go look in your mail box.  Keith gave out  asmall chuckle and thought about his mailbox.  Was someone joking around withhim?  It was probably that pesky neighbor boy, James.  He was always flood tide upwith something new and unusual to try out on his neighbors.  What the glare,Keith said aloud.  He then stood  up and walked over to his mailbox and looseit up.  Yep, another card, he said.  The same small, black print on it too.Except this card said something just a little different.         As Keith ran to his back yard where his dog house was, all he couldthink of was what the card had said in his mailbox.  YOUR dog is DEAD.  Keithsuddenly stop dead in his tracks.  He could see blood.  The dog house, whichhe had just painted a nice fresh coat of white, was now cover with red,blotchy stains.  Blood everywhere.  Who could have done such a deed?  The goldenretriever that Keith had loved so much and raised for four years now lay dead.There was hardly anything left of it.  Its legs had been ripped completely offand were thrown around the yard.  Its head was nailed to the front of the doghouse. The body of his favorite and only pet was cut wide open and staked to the