52 SENTENCE STORY - written on alphabetical order, forwards and backwards
A wave crashed over my head, sending me downward in a spiral motion.
“Bender! Are you okay? Where are you?” Calling out for my dog, I
panicked, swallowing heaps of salt water as a I yelled. Disgusting, I thought
to myself, while attempting to spit out the taste, but also not puke.
Everywhere I looked, Bender was not in sight. “For the love of God, where
is my dog?!” “God was not on my side. Howling nearby, Bender was calling
out to me. In that moment, not only did I swim as fast as a Great White, but
I became one; nothing was going to stop me from getting to my dog. Just
as luck would have it, another wave came crashing down over me, and I
went under, tumbling. Kayaks would have been a great idea. Luckily,
Bender didn’t travel any further away after that wave hit, so I got up and
continued my trek. Moving forward, I decided I should run along the shore,
in the shallow water, just so I could avoid more waves. “NUGGETS!” Of
course, since my luck is just going so well, I stepped right on huge, pointy
seashell. Profusely bleeding from the bottom of my right foot now, I
continued running; sure I was in immense pain and would definitely get an
infection, but it was worth it. Quitting was not an option. Running at my
fastest pace possible now, there I saw Bender! Sitting on the sand, tail
wagging, with a smile on his face. To my surprise, and relief, Bender did
not appear to have even a scratch upon him. Utterly happy, I called Bender
to me, knowing I couldn’t bear to walk anymore. Victoriously, Bender ran to
me. While he ran, his tongue bounced outside his mouth, his ears flopped
around side his head, and water droplets flung off of his wet, wagging tail.
Xanax would have calmed my nerves on my mission to get my dog, but I’m
glad I didn’t take any. “YO! You got a bit of an injury there,” a random
beach goer yelled down to me, “That doesn’t look too hot, bro.” Zanily, I
looked down at my foot; he was right, it most definitely did not look too hot.
“Zoinks Scoob!” I exclaimed back at the guy. “You right, this is bad news,
my dude.” “X-ray, man, you’re gonna need one ASAP.” With one swift
motion, I scooped up Bender’s leash and began to make a run for the
shore. Viciously, my foot began to throb. “Uh oh. Bender, I can’t go any
further. You’re going to have to get me some help.” Taking his leash from
my hand, Bender barked in an affirmative response. Studying his exit route,
Bender took off running. Reaching for my foot, the searing pain became
worse. Quietly, I sobbed in pain. “Pull yourself together!” I told myself. “Only
babies cry, and last time I checked, mama ain’t raise no baby.” Not wanting
to accept defeat, I hyped myself up. My foot was already starting to feel
better. “Look at that dog! He’s showing those paramedics where his injured
owner is. Talk about a good boy!” Kittens didn’t even compare to dogs.
“Just hold still sir, this might hurt a bit.” “HOW COULD YOU DO THAT TO
ME!" I cursed out the paramedic as he cleaned out the gash on my foot.
“Good gracious,” I mumbled under my breath. Finally, the pain had really
subsided and I was put onto a stretcher to be rolled off the beach. Even in
all this commotion, Bender stayed by my side; he hopped up on the
stretcher and laid right beside me. “Dogs really are a man’s best friend,” I
whispered to Bender. Cuddling up next me, he let out a soft, happy hum.
“Bender, I love you.” At this moment, I knew this was one unforgettable
afternoon and a story worth sharing; Bender, my dog, the hero.
A wave crashed over my head, sending me downward in a spiral motion.
“Bender! Are you okay? Where are you?” Calling out for my dog, I
panicked, swallowing heaps of salt water as a I yelled. Disgusting, I thought
to myself, while attempting to spit out the taste, but also not puke.
Everywhere I looked, Bender was not in sight. “For the love of God, where
is my dog?!” “God was not on my side. Howling nearby, Bender was calling
out to me. In that moment, not only did I swim as fast as a Great White, but
I became one; nothing was going to stop me from getting to my dog. Just
as luck would have it, another wave came crashing down over me, and I
went under, tumbling. Kayaks would have been a great idea. Luckily,
Bender didn’t travel any further away after that wave hit, so I got up and
continued my trek. Moving forward, I decided I should run along the shore,
in the shallow water, just so I could avoid more waves. “NUGGETS!” Of
course, since my luck is just going so well, I stepped right on huge, pointy
seashell. Profusely bleeding from the bottom of my right foot now, I
continued running; sure I was in immense pain and would definitely get an
infection, but it was worth it. Quitting was not an option. Running at my
fastest pace possible now, there I saw Bender! Sitting on the sand, tail
wagging, with a smile on his face. To my surprise, and relief, Bender did
not appear to have even a scratch upon him. Utterly happy, I called Bender
to me, knowing I couldn’t bear to walk anymore. Victoriously, Bender ran to
me. While he ran, his tongue bounced outside his mouth, his ears flopped
around side his head, and water droplets flung off of his wet, wagging tail.
Xanax would have calmed my nerves on my mission to get my dog, but I’m
glad I didn’t take any. “YO! You got a bit of an injury there,” a random
beach goer yelled down to me, “That doesn’t look too hot, bro.” Zanily, I
looked down at my foot; he was right, it most definitely did not look too hot.
“Zoinks Scoob!” I exclaimed back at the guy. “You right, this is bad news,
my dude.” “X-ray, man, you’re gonna need one ASAP.” With one swift
motion, I scooped up Bender’s leash and began to make a run for the
shore. Viciously, my foot began to throb. “Uh oh. Bender, I can’t go any
further. You’re going to have to get me some help.” Taking his leash from
my hand, Bender barked in an affirmative response. Studying his exit route,
Bender took off running. Reaching for my foot, the searing pain became
worse. Quietly, I sobbed in pain. “Pull yourself together!” I told myself. “Only
babies cry, and last time I checked, mama ain’t raise no baby.” Not wanting
to accept defeat, I hyped myself up. My foot was already starting to feel
better. “Look at that dog! He’s showing those paramedics where his injured
owner is. Talk about a good boy!” Kittens didn’t even compare to dogs.
“Just hold still sir, this might hurt a bit.” “HOW COULD YOU DO THAT TO
ME!" I cursed out the paramedic as he cleaned out the gash on my foot.
“Good gracious,” I mumbled under my breath. Finally, the pain had really
subsided and I was put onto a stretcher to be rolled off the beach. Even in
all this commotion, Bender stayed by my side; he hopped up on the
stretcher and laid right beside me. “Dogs really are a man’s best friend,” I
whispered to Bender. Cuddling up next me, he let out a soft, happy hum.
“Bender, I love you.” At this moment, I knew this was one unforgettable
afternoon and a story worth sharing; Bender, my dog, the hero.