strange

by shadowskullz

Published May 25, 2012

bob was a cat he liked dogs but they did not like him they ate him and he came out as poop and went to find a new dog friend but when he finally found a cat friendly dog he died of shock from an owl in a tree trying to scare the cat away. the end :D.

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Bobbywalker
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Bobbywalker wrote a review Review · Jul 21, 2012

If you actually TRIED to make a good poem(which I absolutely have no faith in), you should try to practice more. I am not the one to speak with, though.

Better luck next time, Bob Walker!

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Winchester
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Winchester wrote a review Review · Jul 21, 2012

Okay, well.

The first problem for me is your total lack of full stops, and capital letters - even though you don't need many because of your lack of full stops. 'Bob' needs a capital, since it is a name, also 'The' since it's after the only full stop in your piece of work.

Now, after the first twenty-something words is where this really starts to go downhill, though I didn't think dogs eat cats in the first place, but Bob seems to become animated poop - NOW, I know writers aren't supposed to stick by the rules of reality, and one of the best things about writing is about being able to bend said rules, create new worlds - ect. But, if Bob was now poop, he would have to go looking for a poop friendly dog rather than a cat friendly dog.

The owl that is also scaring the cat away, whom I guessing is Bob - needs to learn that Bob is no longer a cat, and that he is poop.

Keep Writing.
Red xoxo

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noninjaes
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noninjaes commented Comment · Jul 21, 2012

Just no...

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Nook
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Nook commented Comment · Jun 24, 2012

Ah...um...er...eh...I...have no words...

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JesusLvr18
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JesusLvr18 wrote a review Review · May 26, 2012

Ummmmmmm... that is very interesting...

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emilybrodo
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emilybrodo commented Comment · May 25, 2012

lol

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Stellabeam
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Stellabeam commented Comment · May 25, 2012

What?



Everything has to be taken on trust; truth is only that which is taken to be true. It's the currency of living. There may be nothing behind it, but it doesn't make any difference so long as it is honoured. One acts on assumptions. What do you assume?
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