The Dog Lady

By Melody Hewson

"Oh, that's just the dog lady. Ignore her, she's harmless." This is said often about Annabelle Carson, the "Dog Lady". And most of the time it's true. Annabelle prefers the company of dogs to people, and simply wants to live out her days in peace.
Even when her house is broken into by a pair of mistaken criminals, she is brutally beaten, and most of her possessions destroyed, Annabelle simply wants to be left alone.
But when the intruders harm her beloved pet dog, Annabelle grows angry. And the Dog Lady has a lot of friends.

(This is my first attempt at a horror story, please be gentle Hahaha, if it's deemed acceptable, I may attempt another)

• Language: English
• Publisher: Melody Hewson
• Release date: Feb 24, 2012
• ISBN: 9781476160474

Melody Hewson

I am an author, a teller of stories both long and short, real & imagined. So for the sake of my own amusement, here’s a bit of information about me, written in the form of a short story. Whatever information you can gleam from these words is what you are worthy of knowing about it's creator.Hazel eyes stared up at a cloudless sky before falling to take in the house below it. To some, it would be judged by its flaws ; it's fading paint and scuffed floors. But to her it was perfect. It was hers. And it was home. To one side, a wild forest whispered sweet nothings in the breeze, which was answered by some distant bird's call. "Life is good." She said softly to no one. "And today is a good day."The sudden squawking of wild fowl pulled her attention to the shaggy black and white dog that rarely strayed far from her side."God damn it, Jackalope! Quit chasing those turkeys!""I looked heavenward for angels, while beautiful demons showed me the way." - Shannon Nacyl

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The Dog Lady

Written by: Melody Hewson

Copyright: Melody Hewson 2012

Published at Smashwords

A flash of a shadow crossed the pool of weak light before disappearing once more into the night.

What was that? a concerned voice called out from the shadows a short distance away, a small burst of red hovering in the air as the speaker took a pull from their cigarette.

Just the dog lady. Another voice replied dismissively. Just ignore her, she’s harmless.

As if waiting for just such an introduction, another figure peeled itself from the darkness of the moonless night, casually crossing the puddle of weak light from a decrepit street lamp, then melting away back into the darkness.

The two shadowed figures continued along their nightly path, greeted by the familiar barks and howls of the neighborhood dogs as they passed. The nightly circuit almost completed, the pair of shadows shed the darkness like a cloak, the rest of the short walk back home well lit by a pair of newly installed street lamps.

A small, shaggy mongrel of no certain pedigree darted back & forth excitedly, sniffing, peeing, sniffing, peeing, chasing some stray raccoon or skunk a short distance before losing