Hello everybody! I'm extremely new to this place and finally built up the confidence to post a story I have thought up of. Seeing I hate grammar mistakes I find in other posts, I highly recommend telling me of any mistakes I have written for it distracts the reader from the main topic. I also highly encourage comments and reviews because I am new and my first time ever writing down a story, so please tell me where I can improve. Now time to dive into the first chapter.


It was a nice and beautiful day in Adventure Bay. The pups were out and about, scurrying around the lookout. There hasn't been a rescue needed in a few days and the pups decided to take a break and play. One of these hobbies they took in was running. Every pup participated in races just to see who was fastest.

"Of course I'm going to be the fastest out of everyone," Chase exclaimed, nose held high.

"In your dreams Chase!" Marshall replied, "Of course I'm gonna win."

"Well, let's start the race already guys and stop trash talking," Rubble said with a bit of annoyance.

"On your marks, get set, go!" Rubble counted and the pups took off.

Chase was in the lead, but marshall was not too far behind him, Rocky right behind Marshall, then Skye, Zuma and Rubble. Close to the finish line, Chase and Marshall were neck to neck, one overcoming the other. At the end, Marshall accidentally tripped and tumbled into Chase right into the finish line.

"Well I guess we won't find out who's faster today!" Rocky exclaimed.

"Well, there's still later this evening or tomorrow," Chase panted between breaths. "Say, Rocky, why aren't you tired like everyone else?"

Everyone was confused at Chase's question, but soon realized that everyone was worn out and panting except for Rocky.

"Uh, I have a high endurance?" Rocky defended, slowly backing away from the group.

"Yea right, and Marshall loves to fly. What's actually going on here? Not even a professional runner would be fine with a race like that." Chase argued.

"Nothing, I guess I wasn't trying hard enough." Rocky defended again.

At this point Chase and the other pups were getting suspicious of Rocky except for Zuma who look more worried. Every pup was getting closer to Rocky and Rocky backing away even more. Just at this point, Ryder called the pups to call it a day and go to bed. Rocky was relieved and rushed straight to his pup house and shut the door. Everyone else also walked back to their respective house and fell asleep.

The very next day, everyone dropped the Rocky topic except for Chase and went straight to having another race in the morning. Rubble counted down again and the pups were off. This time, however, Chase was hanging back, sticking close to Rocky, not close enough where Rocky would see, but close enough to observe him. At the end of the race, Marshall had won and started to boast in front of Chase.

"I told you I was the better and faster runner!" Marshall boasted between breaths.

"Yea, whatever. Hey Rocky, I have a question for you." Chase spoke also panting hard.

"Yea, what's up Chase?" Rocky asked, trying to fake panting like the other pups, but was really obvious he was faking it, "Do you need something?"

"Yes, could you tell me what sound I heard from you when I ran next to you? It sounded like a compression from a machine in your truck." Chase asked.

Rocky froze on the spot right after he asked.

"What sound? I have no idea what you're talking about, heh." Rocky said shyly.

"Oh don't try to play innocent with me Rocky, I know you have something going on here and you might as well spill it now." Chase growled.

At this point everyone was interested, and all eyes were focused at Rocky. Rocky slowly backed away, completely forgot about his fake panting, and started to run off. Chase chased Rocky all the way across the driveway until Rocky dove into his pup house and closed the door. Chase, having too much momentum, slammed right into the door, leaving a sizable dent in it.

"You better come out here and explain yourself, running away just proves you are hiding something!" Chase exclaimed as he banged on the steel door.

No reply came from Rocky, instead, a muffled crying noise was heard from the inside of the recycling pup's truck. Chase, after hearing this, slowly backed away, and left Rocky crying in his truck.

After Chase left, Zuma came up to the door and asked Rocky to let him in and talk about it. Rocky hesitated, but ended up letting Zuma in.

"What's wong dude? I've nevew seen ow heawd you cwy befowe," Zuma asked in a gentle tone.

"It's just, Chase getting all up in my past, that's all. It's every sensitive. You would know." Rocky replied in between sniffles.

"Well why don't you just tell evewyone youw past? It could help you cope and welieve stwess." Zuma suggested.

"I don't know Zuma, I don't know if I want to relive my past again. I don't know if I could bear it." Rocky murmured.

After a bit of coaxing, Zuma walked out of Rocky's truck, only to find all the members outside worried about Rocky. Right behind Zuma was Rocky, red eyed and still slightly sniffling, sat down and started to speak.

"Chase? You were right, that noise you heard, it was coming from me. I guess it's about time I told you about my past, but be warned, it's a long and painful one" Rocky stated.

Everyone started to talk amongst themselves and sat down to hear what Rocky had to say.

"Well, here goes nothing" Rocky sighed.


Welp, It's the end of the Chapter, please give a thoughtful response on how I can improve as a writer, and if it wasn't pleasing, please explain why it wasn't. I plan on adding some OC's, but that would be way down the line if this story got that far. I also plan on writing more, as this was just to see if anyone would care to read this. Thanks for reading!