so far? lol is that meant because you want me to continue it? that was kinda the finished thing, but if you want i can add on to it :)

Yeah, I was wondering what was going to happen with the siblings, but if you don't want to add onto it that's fine.

if you want i will

you should do this weeks prompt xD

@Littletoes101 ~this is who i write my songs for xD man in the band :P <3

^{I chose to do a poem instead of a short story because i feel it shows more depth than a story ever could}

I feel so lost
you payed the ultimate cost
you chose the rope
instead of trying to cope
we all miss you
this is true
the world isn't the same
the world is to blame
you were perfect
your beauty the Earth will now collect
I will see you again
when its my freedom I can obtain

I'm guessing this is about suicide? It's good, very touching

yea it was... he always like this... but its what i love about him ^-^ if thats not weird xD

It was love at first sight. There were so many others, surrounding him, crowding him. They were all cute, pretty but yet, this one, this muddy, loud, and obnoxious one was the one. Brown fur shone in the places where he has scratched off the mud, his wet tongue flopped from the side of his mouth. I was caught in the web of love. And the feeling was mutual.
He came running at me like a race car, his brown eyes full of energy and happiness. My eyes widened as he made the final leap towards victory. Farther, farther, farther, he jumped, his outstretched paws landing squarely on my chest. I took a heaving breath and I immediately gagged. His warm breath wafted all around my face, sticking to the skin, like a coat of slime. The poisonous gas filled my throat, intoxicating any fresh air that managed to find a way in.
"Woooah, boy," I said when I finally got the vile air out. "You need to get your mouth cleaned, your breath has a horrible after taste."
He swished his tail in response. I stared in curiosity as he paced in circled around me, then finally plumped his rump down right next to me.
I laughed, ""You look like a guard dog, buddy. Pretty silly for a German Shepard guard-dog." He puffed out his chest, which made me laugh even harder. "You want to go home with me?"
He yelped excitedly in response.
" All right then, my little guard, you it is, then. But first, lemme take a picture. Don't know
bout you, but I don't ever want to forget this moment. This is only the beginning of a long friendship."
I tapped my phone. My hands were across my chest, each one making a C, connected by the ends. Guard leaned toward me, a picture perfect memory.

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I look down at Guard's almost motion-less body. His chest rises and falls, shallowly, at an un-even pace. I caress his bony cheek and he whimpers. I watch as a single tear falls from lashes and splatters onto Guard.
"Guard," I choke, "How am I ever going to let you go?" Guard takes another rattling breath, letting on a whole wave of tears. "Guaaard! Please, no. You're only seven years old. Too young" I whisper "Just too young."
Seeing him brings on a wave of memories, making it even harder to let go. Guard eating cookies off of the table, Guard tearing up his frisbee and bringing back the little fragments of it, and Guard defending me from two brute men. Guard, loved by everyone, Guard in the newspaper, looking proud and achieved. Guard, more than a pet, more than just a dog. Guard... my friend, my protector, my student, my teacher, my only loved one. My only source of joy, my other half. I'm only hanging on by a thread.
My throat constricts and my breathing is labored, as if I'm dying along with him. I think about Guard in pain, in misery. And my selfishness.
"My poor boy, I'm sorry that I'm too selfish too let you go. I need to do what's right. But how can I? You're my best friend."
I once again let out a huge sob, a deep racking sob that makes by ribs shake as if they are going to detach from each other. My heart is breaking. and the pain is so deep, it penetrates right through my soul...and I know that I will never be whole again.
Guard looks at me sadness and acceptation. I bring my hand close to his nose, and he sniffs it, and his pink tongue, that I am all too familiar with, strokes my hand in a gentle, loving way. Probably the last time. And yet...and yet, even in all is pain and misery Guard only cares for me. He wants to make feel better.
It's at that moment that it finally clicks. If Guard is so loyal then I should be too. I must do the impossible. For him. For him I must stay strong. I cannot cower or cry, his last moments on this Earth should consist of me stroking him, calmly, he shouldn't pass away with my tear-streaked face in his mind. No, I can't let him feel like he failed.
Taking a deep breath, I hold his paw and call for the vet. I kiss his muzzle, a final goodbye, and close my eyes as the needle goes in...

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it's been about 15 years since Guard died, and to this day, I have never recovered completely. I live with my family in a small house. Sometimes my children will beg for a dog, but I can't bring myself to do that. It's too hard on me and I can't imagine the pain it would cause my two 8-year old girls. They are the other loves of my life, and I only wish that they could've met Guard. They love hearing stories about him.
I think about him often. He's buried in my backyard, but he still lives in my heart. He lives on in the simplest of things, leaves, the grass, and mostly my daughters. I have a picture of him and I, an old one, from the day I adopted him. My hands form a heart across my chest and Guard his leaning against me. The crinkled yellow photo, framed with rustic brown wood, sits upon my nightstand, I look at it when I wake up and when I go to sleep. But someday, we will meet again in heaven, and live together forever, inseparable, not even by death.

You're story is really good! :) But here a few things that I liked and things that I think would make it even better. XD

I liked the plot, it really brings in the irony that the mother would die with Cassia's hateful words as the last words she ever words. Personally, I think it would give the reader lots to think about. Like, to never say anything of that sort to a loved one, 'cause you never know when you might see them again. And you did very well on the perspective. A lot of writers have trouble writing in 3rd person perspective but you did really well!

But... I think you should've let the reader know the backstory behind Cassia and her mom. Since a writer is supposed to make a reader feel, you should write about the good times that Cassia and her mom had together. Perhaps a flashback or something. Doing that will make the reader feel a more emotional bond with the characters, so that when the character dies the reader will feel sad for the loss of the character and more importantly, an awful, sympathetic feeling for Cassia.

If you can make the reader cry, or despair then you are a master with words.

But overall, I thought your story was good!

Just in case anyone was interested, I've got a thread for my own stories up now, and it'd be great to get a little bit of feedback.