Ashleigh Berlin 
The first time the neighbors called the police, they swore it sounded like a horror movie, a wild animal screaming inside the old widower’s house. They had no idea the so called monster was a trembling husky who could no longer hear the man who loved him more than anything. The call came in just …
Part 1 – Table for Two On the busiest Saturday night of the year, an old man in a threadbare suit walked into the fanciest restaurant in town leading a gray-muzzled dog, and calmly asked for their most expensive steak. By the time the manager reached his table, half the room was complaining about health …
My dad called at midnight to tell me our dog refused to die until I came home. I thought he was guilt-tripping me. I was wrong. I was three hours away, drowning in spreadsheets and half-finished coffee. My first thought wasn’t concern; it was calculation. I had a 9:00 AM briefing. I had dry cleaning …
Part 1 – The Pawn Ticket On a Tuesday morning, I laid my war medal and my father’s gold watch on a pawn shop counter and told the man I needed cash fast to save a life. He assumed I meant my own. The bell over the door had barely stopped ringing when he spotted …
Every morning, an old man in a wheelchair shoved his dog away from my bus so hard the passengers flinched and their phones shot up, eager to catch a cruel stranger on video. By the time I realized I was the only one watching what happened after the doors closed, the internet had already decided …
The night the internet decided an old security guard was a monster, a shaky thirty-second video of him dragging a limping dog through the snow exploded across our town’s screens. By sunrise, people who had never met him were demanding his arrest, the dog’s rescue, and proof that someone, somewhere, still cared more about animals …
PART 1 – The Day I Filmed a Monster By the time the old man finished dragging his paralyzed dog across the floor and down the front steps, my hands were already shaking around my phone, certain I was capturing proof of something unforgivable. I had no idea that one fifteen-second video would set my …
By the time the sun came up over the river, all that was left on the bridge was a worn dog collar, a shaking teenager with a phone, and a letter that sounded like goodbye. By the time the town started scrolling, nobody really owned the story anymore. Kayla felt something was off even before …
Part 1 – The Last Feast By the time the boy hit record, the woman had already lined up ten greasy burgers, chocolate bars, and cheap beer in front of her limping dog in the dim back lot behind the strip mall. What the internet would soon call “the cruel burger lady” was really just …
The night my dead dog appeared on our security camera, I didn’t scream because I believed in ghosts – I screamed because, for one awful second, I was sure my grief had finally snapped something inside my head. A week after we put Pumpkin to sleep, my phone buzzed on the nightstand at 2:13 a.m., …
The tower gave us a strict ten-minute window before the blizzard grounded us indefinitely. But I wasn’t in the cockpit. I was storming the jet bridge, ready to remove a passenger myself. I’ve been flying commercial jets for thirty years. Before that, I flew cargo haulers over the Hindu Kush in the Air Force. I …
Part 1 – The Refused Injection By the time the old man pushed open the clinic door with his blind dog in his arms, he had already decided two lives would end that month; he just wanted the dog to go first. Everyone else only saw a tired stranger and a bundle of dirty fur. …
Part 1 – The Dog at the Window Three nights in a row, my old dog sat frozen at the living room window, wagging his tail at the darkness like someone he loved was standing just outside. By the fourth night, I was sleeping in my recliner with pepper spray in my fist, convinced either …
Part 1 – The Dog Who Scratched at the Wall I thought my marriage was solid until our rescue dog went crazy scratching at a fake wall in the garage and dug up a metal box packed with love letters and photos of a woman I’d never seen before. By the time I opened it …
In the time it takes a stranger to record twelve seconds of video on a phone, I reversed into what I thought was a pothole, realized it was a dog, and accidentally detonated my entire life. The Friday I hit the dog, the sky over the parking lot looked like a dirty ceiling tile.I had …