Black Shuck - Epilogue: Funeral of a Friend

Epilogue: Funeral of a Friend

After the continuation of my Grandad's funeral, the lives lost today were remembered. Tears ran down our faces. But at least they'ed have a peacefull afterlife with innocent Black Shuck.

© 2009 Peter Webb

Black Shuck - Chapter Five: The Face of Terror

Chapter Five: The face of terror

I now realised my apperance. I was just a ghost of a Black Terrier with red eyes. Why should I slaughter these poor humans? The only evils were was my owner. These are just innocent people. And so, under the altar, I gave up afterlife. I'd prefer after-after life. Goodbye.

© 2009 Peter Webb

Black Shuck - Chapter Four: Apocalypse

Chapter Four: Apocalypse

The dog lurked inside and slaughtered our other relatives. I swore something ryming rhyming with 'Shuck'. We were scared. He was about to eat us. Black Shuck. The Doom Dog. The Baskerville. What could save us? I didn't want to go to Hell right now. Or purgatory, for that matter. And then I thought a of a brilliant plan. I picked up a mirror and shone it in Black Shuck's face.

© 2009 Peter Webb

Black Shuck - Chapter Three: The Hunt

Chaper Chapter Three: Ac Apocalypse The Hunt

I smelt flesh. Me, Black Shuck was about to eat tasty human carcass. I glided through the fog to the church. Through the my red eyes I spotted a graveyard. The flesh was long gone on them, but there were people inside. They would make a tasty feast.

© 2009 Peter Webb

Black Shuck - Chapter Two: The Shucky Dog

Chapter Two: A Church in Nottingham. The Shucky Dog

After having tiny burgers at Little Chef in my Black suit and we arrived we realised there were only a few people there. Just Auntie Steph, 'Auntie' Jo, Robert and us. After his ashes were burnt and t a rememberance inside the church, a black terrier with red eyes burst through the doors. It was Black Shuck.

© 2009 Peter Webb

Black Shuck - Chapter One: Collision Car

Chapter One: Ringland, the near future Collision Car

It was a bleak, dark night. Our car was driving through Ringland. The only source of light was our car headlights. We were on our way to my Grandad 'with the beard''s funeral. It was going to be a sad day for all of us. Not because of his burial, but because of the slaughter of hundreds of people because by a black, ghostly terrier with red eyes.

Our car narrowly avoided a collision with another vehicle and my dad cursed. After hours of driving, forced to eat from Little Chef, we arrived. This was the terrible part.

© 2009 Peter Webb

Black Shuck - Prologue: Dog Days

I will be serialising this story throughout the week, lasting five chapters, a prologue, and an epilogue. It's a first-person reimagining of the hell-hound, incorparating some unusual elements. Interestingly, due to deaths, both real and fictional, the story, written in 2009, has to be set before mid-2011, but it also has to be set in the future too, as my Grandfather still lives, whilst my Auntie does not. Year 7 English, and it's certianlly an odd one.

Tuesday 24th March 2009

Prologue: Dog Days

I used to be a gigantic terrier. But, when I died, and I turned into a ghost of terror. I developed bright, red eyes, and was hungry for human carcass. That was punishment for my owner, Mrs. Proudfoot. She fed me so little, and I developed tons of fat. I was sent to the vets, and the vet urged her to feed me. But she didn't, and me, a black terrier, was put down. And I shall now have my revenge.

© 2009 Peter Webb