Name of Web-Serial: Lost Dogs Posting Schedule: Wednesdays Post Minimum: 700 words Genres: Dark, Humor Graphic Elements: Moderate Sex, Violence, and Language Brief Summary or Premise: Lost Dogs is a multi-character dark comedic fiction about our society’s failure to meaningfully connect and communicate. I’ve posted…
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Lost Dogs – Chapter 1
Katherine was feeling frazzled. Gary had been missing for over six hours. They had been walking around the neighborhood, putting up posters, talking with strangers but to date, no one had seen Blake’s white pit bull. Blake ran his fingers…
Lost Dogs Chapter 1 Part 2
Blake unlocked the door. “It’s surprising how many neighbours I’ve never spoken with until today,” he said. “It’s not much of a loss, if you ask me. You know, your neighbours – all of them – are assholes.” Katherine made…
Lost Dogs Chapter 2
The bedroom was dark except for a few crooked streaks of sunlight sneaking in through the blinds which got bent the time Becca’s cat tried to climb the venetians like a ladder. That cat was so cute. It was stripey…
Lost Dogs: Chapter 2 Part 2
Becca padded down the stairs to the first floor landing. She could hear her mother making a power smoothie in the kitchen. The blender’s motor sounded like it was dying which was no surprise. Her mom was pretty vigilant about…
Lost Dogs – Chapter 3
Katherine checked Theodore’s pulse and set his limp arm down on the bed with gravitas. “He’s gone,” she announced to his family. “Good!” called out Jason from behind the director’s table followed by a collective exhale as the actors…
Lost Dogs Chapter 4
“Hey! Action-Jackson!” Karl jingled some change in his hand. “I’m buying.” Jackson looked at him like he was speaking Martian. Karl clarified: “Coffee?” “Black,” Jackson answered. Not “thanks” or “I’ll get you next time”. Complete ballsack. Karl fed some…
Lost Dogs Chapter 4 Part 2
Before you saw the Call Centre, you heard it: keyboards clacking, the soft crinkle of plasticized procedures sheets being flipped and a hundred choruses of ‘can I help yous’, all of it devoid of anyone actually giving a shit. There…
Lost Dogs Chapter 5
There was nothing but a bunch of dead flies on the window ledge. Beyond that, the patched asphalt of the parking lot and beyond that, a bunch of sandwich boards lined up like the bottom row of a house of…
Lost Dogs Chapter 5 part 2
There were no clothes hooks in the washroom, just a couple of scratchy white towels on a rack. The sink and the tub were dull gray as though all the shine had been scrubbed away which is how Becca felt…