Writing Prompt: "The accident wasn't my fault."
Note: These are little writing prompts to exercise my writing. There is very little editing and is writing within the span of an hour.
"Bad Dog"
She's dead. I can't believe she's dead. One moment, she was standing ahead of me with a weak smile on her face and the next… She's gone. How was I supposed to know they would kill her? How was I supposed to know I bit her too hard? That my teeth marks looked so much like a flesh-eater's. That they would put her down because they thought she was infected. Because I bit her. I'm all alone now, I'm a bad dog.
"Youth"
I remember back to when we thought this was a game. To when we believed we could fly and nothing could hurt us. Death had no place in our minds, it didn't exist to us. Youth does that to you, makes you believe you are indestructible. Makes you say and do stupid, foolish things. It wasn't my fault. That's what they told me. That it was because we were young and they blamed it on our youth. That youth made Mark ask me for a dare. That youth made me tell him to climb the electric tower. That youth made him do it.
But it was me who told Mark to fly.