Write a story about a fictional dog, who just so happens to have superpowers. Start the story at the puppy stage of the dog's life.

You can write from the perspective of the dog, the family that is adopting the dog, or a neighbor.



Your story needs to have a few things:

12-15 Sentences
Have 5 dog traits/characteristics
Have 2 superpowers
Say which traits you have made DOMINANT and which traits you have made RECESSIVE

1 answer

The first time I opened my eyes to the world, I was just a tiny, wriggly puppy, the runt of my litter, with soft, fluffy fur the color of freshly fallen snow. As I snuggled among my brothers and sisters, I couldn’t help but wiggle my ears, excited for the adventure ahead. Yet, even then, I knew I was different. While my siblings barked and tumbled over each other, I sensed the slightest vibrations in the floor and could hear the softest whispers from outside.

The McAllister family, full of warmth and laughter, chose me to join their home. As they held me in their arms, I felt a tingle run through my small body—my first taste of the teleportation power I would one day master. Every time they called my name, I responded with my most charming puppy eyes, a trait my new family found utterly irresistible, my dominant characteristic.

At first, I was just a cuddly ball of energy, always eager to play with my squeaky toys or chew on my favorite tennis ball. But deep down, nurtured by my desire to protect my family, lay another power: the ability to generate a protective shield around them when danger approached. This showed up whenever the neighbor’s grumpy old tomcat hissed and approached too close; I’d bark and, poof! A shimmering barrier would surround the kids as I stood brave on the front porch.

My curious nature, a more recessive trait, kept me exploring every nook and cranny of our backyard—digging, sniffing, and chasing butterflies. Every tug at the leash led to a new adventure; my agility and speed dazzled my family as they watched me dart to and fro. Sometimes, I’d surprise them by disappearing and reappearing at the front door, tail wagging, which made them laugh until they cried. Even with my powers and quirks, I was still their little puppy, beginning my journey of unconditional love.

With each passing day, I grew stronger and more aware, knowing that one day, I would harness my superpowers to protect the ones I adored. For now, I was just an eager puppy, ready to embrace life as the McAllister’s little superhero.