Evil Puppies

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by Aaron; Michael Crane Daniels


  One puppy leaped onto him and bit off his arm.

  "Cuss it all," Elvis cried. "That was my eating arm. Now I'm mad."

  With his teeth, he pulled the ring off a grenade. He tossed the grenade at the puppies, then dived behind his night shelf. The grenade exploded, showering fur and blood and puppy guts.

  Elvis grabbed the Uzi on his night shelf. He stood up, spraying bullets. "Die, puppies! You may have killed the Fuhrer, but now you're messing with the King!"

  Hundreds of dead puppies covered the floor. The final walls came down, revealing a view of the Vegas strip. Elvis could see neon lights, palm trees, and the desert beyond.

  "The building has left Elvis," he muttered.

  Thousands of puppies still lived. A few leaped into Elvis's bucket of Kentucky Fried Chicken, which had somehow survived the carnage, and began to feast.

  Rage filled Elvis. He stared at the puppies, jaw clenched. "You can break my bottles of booze. You can rip off my arm. But nobody--NOBODY!--eats my Kentucky Fried Chicken."

  Elvis opened the suitcase he carried with him everywhere. He pulled out a hundred sticks of TNT.

  "You like deep frying, hound dogs?" he cried and laughed. "Get ready to deep fry in hell!"

  He lit the TNT and laughed.

  The Las Vegas strip exploded in a fountain of fire and smoke. A mushroom cloud rose above it. People could see the explosion miles away. They wondered what caused the blast... and why it started to rain puppies.

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  Grouchy’s Demise

  by Michael Crane

  There was nothing in the world that Mr. Richardson hated more than dogs. Filthy, smelly things! They roamed around the neighborhood, peeing and pooping on whatever they pleased. How one could love such a foul and demented creature of hell was a complete and utter mystery to him.

  “They’re all over the damned neighborhood!” he said to nobody while washing dishes. “Hooligans, I tell you! They vandalize everything in sight, and don’t tell me they don’t know any better. They certainly do!” With every rant he made, more and more wrinkles appeared on his ancient and oversized head.

  There was a light knock at the door. Even with all of the fuzz sticking out of his ears, he could still hear with the best of them. He grumbled and placed the dish back into his sink.

  “Better not be another girl scout. I ain’t a money tree.”

  He opened the door and saw nothing. His head lowered and he spotted five puppies sitting at his step. All of their pinkish tongues stuck out of their mouths as they panted.

  Mr. Richardson’s eyes exploded. “HOOLIGANS!” he yelled. “I’m gonna call the pound on each and every one of you if you don’t get a clue and disappear!”

  The puppies didn’t move, and continued to pant.

  His face scrunched up. “Mocking me, are ya? I swear, I’ll do it. I’ve called them plenty of times. They know me by name.”

  Suddenly, all of their eyes began to glow red.

  “Whah?” Mr. Richardson yelped, his mouth forming the shape of an ugly O.

  The puppies growled and pounced on him. Mr. Richardson screamed and backed into his house as the demonic dogs bit on his arms and legs. He fell to the ground with blood squirting out of him, his body becoming broken and bruised.

  “HELP!” he screamed. “Somebody HELP!”

  Of course, there was nobody to come to his aid as the hungry puppies chewed away at him.

  “Won’t somebody help me?” he wept, with a tear falling down from his eye.

  A puppy walked onto his chest, and almost as if to answer him, took his paw and tore out his throat.

  Mr. Richardson no longer wept.

  Afterword

  Well, we hope you enjoyed reading about the Evil Puppies. Looking for something to read next? The Evil Puppies recommend the following books, which are available in the Kindle store:

  Firefly Island, an epic fantasy by Daniel Arenson -- Discover a world at the edge of imagination.

  Flaming Dove, a dark fantasy by Daniel Arenson -- Outcast from Hell. Banished from Heaven. Lost on Earth.

  The Gods of Dream, a fantasy novel by Daniel Arenson -- Enter a land of dreams and nightmares.

  Lessons (And Other Morbid Drabbles), a short story collection by Michael Crane -- 25 horror tales in exactly 100 words.

  Thank you for reading, and watch out for Evil Puppies!

 

 

 


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