Written in 30 minutes.
Writing Prompt #1,100
You are walking down the street one day when you happen upon an upset dog with four small roller skates attached to his paws. You remove his skates, and the grateful dog licks you on the cheek before running away. The next day, you find your best friend's bike in a nearby bush with a flat tire. You bring the bike over to your friend's house, and he thanks you for finding it. That night, you see some sort of creature near your trash can. You go to investigate, only to find your girlfriend's broken charm bracelet at the bottom of the can. When more strange incidents occur in your town, you are convinced that the creature you saw is behind the mayhem, but your parents and other adults don't believe you. With the help of your friends, you decide to set a trap and see who—or what—is behind all of these pranks once and for all.
‟Come on. We should trap it. Think about how much money we would get for it.” Jake says as he reclines in my gaming chair.
‟I’m not wanting to sell it off to the highest bidder.” I say. ‟I want to see what it is. I want to ask why it’s been causing all this mayhem?” I look over a Jackson, who’s sitting on my beanbag and please with my eyes for him to agree with me.
‟I do have to agree with Xavier. While the money would be nice, we don’t know what this creature would do to us if we sold it.” Jackson says not look at either of us. I’m glad he agreed with me but I don’t like how he isn’t comfortable enough around us to he himself. He’s been in our group of friends for the last year and I pray that he will be more comfortable around us soon.
‟Come on. You guys are being chickens.” Jake says, now sitting up and look between us.
‟We aren’t being chickens just because we don’t agree with you.” I state. ‟But none the less I do want to trap it, just not sell it.” I say getting up off my bed. ‟Are you going to help me or not?” I say crossing my arms over chest.
‟Dude.” Chris says from my doorway. ‟You may want to trap it but I don’t think that’s a good idea since we don’t know what we are dealing with. Like is it powerful enough to kill us with just one look. What does it look like? Ya’ll want to jump into action with a plan is just going to get one of us hurt.” He says walking past me and plopping down on my bed. ‟So, if we are going to do this we need to foolproof plan.” He says and I sit down next to him.
‟Okay, fair point. So, what do you think we should do?” I ask him.
‟Well, for starts what did it look like when you saved it?” Josh says from the floor.
‟Well, it looked like a big dog. I don’t know what breed it looked like because truly I didn’t think anything of it.” I say.
‟You didn’t think anything of a dog with not roller skate but four that fit his paws?” Chris deadpans.
‟Well, at the time I didn’t.” I defend.
