I'm 17 years old Finnish High School student. I'm working on my book Rabies. It is a horror book that attempts to understand how people act in extraordinary situations.
Then I write short stories for yet untitled short story collection about young people around the world in different situations.
Thanks to summer vacation I have had time to write. This is your fist peak of Rabies.
When it all happened Delia was drving
her car leaving the courtroom. Her thoughts were still on the case.
It's hard to judge a man but it is harder to judge a boy. Driving
home she cried, all her life she wanted to be a judge but sometimes
dreams fail you.
Suddenly she heard a big bang. She had
hit something. Cars front was all bloody. It was a dog, Delia was
relieved that it's wasn't a kid, that would have killed her career.
She didn't like dogs, especially big dogs like this one. She was a
cat person. The road was almost empty and only a few cars passed,
none of them stopped. It was a typical white neighbourhood.
Delia wasn't sure what to do.
She didn't want to look at the dog but
saw that dog's mouth was leaking with saliva. Delia decided to call
911, dog was probably dangerous to the environment. ”Do not touch
the dog” emergency center employee said. ”Wasn't going to”
Delia left the dog there and headed
home. On the way she saw lot's of dead dogs. ”Why do people not
keep them on a leash.” Once she arrived to the flat she turned the
radio on. People were advised to keep and eye on their pets and to
immediately seek medical help if scratched or bitten.
Delia's cats Kiki and Sienna were safe
and warm laying on the couch, they were beautiful persians.
Her thoughts were back on the case. A
young male attempted to rob a pawn shop with a toy gun. He failed
miserably and is now likely facing a long sentence. He was just
trying to feed his family. Delia wanted to help not to imprison
people like that young man. Maybe she had chosen a wrong career.
Delia went to sleep quite early, news were worrying but she had her
mind on other things.
Jack was playing golf like always. ”When he ain't working he'll
be golfing”. That's what his friends use to say, but now days he
spends most of his time with Dorothy.
About six o'clock he started heading to
Dorothy's. Like always driving his trusted golf kart Wallace, he's
the type of guy who names his vehicles. On the way he adored
beautiful Florida spring.
Immediately after parking Jack heard
weird sounds coming from the house, he grabbed his five iron and
opened the door. ”Thank god Dorothy doesn't lock the door” Jack
What Jack saw when he opened that
ornamental door was the most disgusting thing he had ever seen. At
least it came close. Dorothys dog Sammie; was eating a cat its mouth
was covered in foam, he acted fast with one strong swing at the
bloody dog. Jack started to wonder, where is Dorothy? As the dog
layed unconsciously on the floor he put it out of its misery, then
Jack ran through kitchen to the bedroom, on the bed was the worst
sight imaginable, Dorothy's body completely ravaged. At least the dog
had spared her beautiful face. He cried and called 911.