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 breeze blew with an occasional smell of spring in it.  The air was justright, cool and fresh.  Keith sit down on his favorite porch rocking chair.  He wasjust relaxing and gathering his thoughts.  He liked to think.  He liked to think. He thought nearly his dreams, he thought about(predicate) his life and how it  was going.He thought about his dog and how it used to be a playful puppy full of energy.It sure grew up fast.  Keith thought about a girl he once fell in love with.  Heshould probably get married before he turned thirty.  Who knows maybe hellnever get married.         As Keith sat there, now thinking about his new, red truck, he noticedhis shoe was untied.  He stretched down to r etie it and saw a small table 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 offin 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 coming upwith something new and unusual to try out on his neighbors.  What the hell,Keith said aloud.  He then stood  up and walked over to his mailbox and openedit 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 stopped dead in his tracks.  He could see blood.  The dog house, whichhe had just painted a nice fresh coat of white, was now covered 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 crusade of the doghouse. The body of his favorite and only pet was cut wide open and staked to the