dead animal - quotes and descriptions to inspire creative writing
Jeremy poked the stick into the cat's eye causing it to pop right out. He laughed and poked it in all the harder. "This is the way into the brain," he crowed, "right in through the eye socket."
Amelia shivered and took a step backwards, casting her eyes to the woodland path that lead home. "Let's go home, Jez. I feel rain coming."
Jeremy carried on as if all he heard was the wind in the trees. "There, I can feel them squishing. If I poke all the harder it'll start coming out better than toothpaste."
As the odour of death rose in the air like invisible smoke Amelia paled. "I'm going, see ya." With that she ran, her pace quickening to match her heart and her auburn hair trailing behind her. The cold air didn't bother her a bit and neither did the first few drops of rain.
The animal was as cold as the ground it lay on, fur matted by the rain. Despite its lack of warmth it had died recently, no part of it attacked by scavengers and the eyes still moist, unsunken.
The wild hog was slung over Mike's shoulder, the weight causing him to walk as bricklayers do when carrying over more blocks than it healthy for their backs. From the way it moved, relaxed and loose, it had to be a fresh kill. Once he reached the fire he knelt heavily to the earth and slung the carcass down. With a crunch of dry leaves and a snapping of twigs its head lolled back, mouth slightly open, tongue hanging loose.
Mia stopped, her face set in the same grin she'd been wearing as she daydreamed, only now, set like stone, it was a mask of horror. Upon the park fence was the body of a squirrel, skewered over the iron railing like a horrific kebob. Everything about it was stiff and ugly, grim in death. It was a creature she'd never considered dead before, or able to suffer. The honk of a taxi waiting for a client shook her from her gaze and she walked on with rapid steps.
"Ken, it's just a dead animal, get a grip. How many BLT sandwiches do you eat every week anyway? You know that's all pig right? About as intelligent as a dog or more so? Let's skin the bloody fox and eat it."
Ken nodded, face pale, and took out his knife to help peel the cold skin from the muscle below.
The deer stared into the sky with eyes that saw nothing. Already they were becoming more dry and dull. She was young and healthy, other than the fact she was dead. The bullet hole in her neck had seen to that. Stuart kicked the ground. Why the neck? If they couldn't get the head they shouldn't be out here hunting. But why had the carcass been left at all? Nothing about this made any sense.
It lay on it's side, eyes open but unseeing, it's mouth slightly open, a fat purple tongue hanging out. Flies buzzed around it's corpse, a swarming mass of insects nearly covered it's whole body. It lay at an unnatural angle, legs splayed out and it's back painfully arched. It looked as though someone had just tossed the deer aside like an unwanted rag doll. It almost did look like an inanimate object. That was of course if it's intestines lay coiled beside it. Something has ripped its stomach open and eaten half of its insides. Blood pooled around it, tinting it's white stomach a dull red. I felt a pang of sadness but knew that this was what nature was all about. It was killed. Or be killed.
There was a cat in the road lying still. Jenny told Mike to stay on the sidewalk and hold their backpacks. As she approached it the only movement was the wind in it's white fur. The head was flattened. Fresh blood spread over the asphalt and soaked into the fur it touched, matting it together. She noticed an eyeball had been squeezed out and sat in the red puddle still attached to the optic nerve. Her classmate Sally ran up, she said "Gross!" and snapped a picture on her phone. Then she was gone. Jenny turned away, pale in the face and feeling like she might throw up. She took her brother's hand and led him up the hill to school. Sad though it was the cat wasn't worth being late over, it wasn't like they had a hope of saving it.