The Willowpup
"To see a willowpup bark is to see a catcherfoot heal. It never will happen as long as you live and never will you understand."
My grandmother never really had patience for me. Whenever I did something she found remotely annoying she always told me in exasperation about the silent willowpup. She was right about one thing though, I never understood what she was on about. I couldn't fathom her meaning nor did I know what a willowpup was.
I was to find out soon though. The day after my thirteenth birthday a stranger knocked on the door.
RATE THIS CHAPTER!
RATINGS BREAKDOWN
NO COMMENTS ABOUT THIS STORY Feed
No comments have been posted yet.
THE GOODS
You're currently reading the story
The Willowpup, which
was posted on May 15, 2011 by
dragonette.
This is a collaborative story.
Some rights reserved.
This story is filed under:
Fantasy, Teen / Young Adult
POST A COMMENT
Wanna say something? Make yourself heard!
We reserve the right to delete spam, flames, or other nasty stuff.