Here is our last submission for today, a fanfiction story called The Pound by Sandstorm814 (#806395). Even though life can seem hopeless sometimes, there is always a happy ending waiting for you. It's a great story - read it by clicking the Read More link below!
The Pound
Hello.
I am a wolf
I have brown fur, with some white markings.
I was born in 2015.
I was adopted, but when my rarity came out to be common my owner threw me into the pound. I have been here ever since. I am in a small cage in a room, with many other animals. They come and go. I don't. Whenever the pound opens, my torture is to watch every pet around me get adopted. In my first few months, I used to look forward to pound openings, hoping I would be adopted. That hope is long gone now. Today I heard a rat squeak out that we were opening in 1 minute. Whatever. I layed my head down on the old newspapers I use for a bed. My peace was disrupted when the doors burst open, players running in, looking for some cute little animal to adopt. To my surprise, I heard a tapping noise on the door of my cage. I looked up. Could it be? After a year of pure torture here, I was finally going to have a home? The girl, around 16, reached out and stroked my fur. I almost recoiled from the touch, but then I let it happen. She led me out of my cage and outside. I looked around and saw all that I had missed in my year of being hidden away from joy. Everything was beautiful, no wonderful. I sighed. Time to start my new life.
Hello.
I am a wolf
I have brown fur, with some white markings.
I was born in 2015.
I was adopted, but when my rarity came out to be common my owner threw me into the pound. I have been here ever since. I am in a small cage in a room, with many other animals. They come and go. I don't. Whenever the pound opens, my torture is to watch every pet around me get adopted. In my first few months, I used to look forward to pound openings, hoping I would be adopted. That hope is long gone now. Today I heard a rat squeak out that we were opening in 1 minute. Whatever. I layed my head down on the old newspapers I use for a bed. My peace was disrupted when the doors burst open, players running in, looking for some cute little animal to adopt. To my surprise, I heard a tapping noise on the door of my cage. I looked up. Could it be? After a year of pure torture here, I was finally going to have a home? The girl, around 16, reached out and stroked my fur. I almost recoiled from the touch, but then I let it happen. She led me out of my cage and outside. I looked around and saw all that I had missed in my year of being hidden away from joy. Everything was beautiful, no wonderful. I sighed. Time to start my new life.
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