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I wrote a massive thing that is below in three minutes last year and y’all should rate it so I know how I can write my books better! Time taken to write this (with plotting, typing, everything.): three minutes exactly. Well, there was a period where I didn't type in the amount given, but that’s not too important. The little chihuahua chewed madly through the couch. his little bulging eyes sat at the side of his head. His little odd shaped ears flung about as he teared endlessly through the soft furniture. This party wouldn't happen. He would be locked outside for this of course, but he had a plan. The dark tall house loomed over the cozy warmed toned houses around it. The house was purposely for Halloween, even if they lived here full time. The statues sat on the rocky stone pillars, haunting any kids who dared join the party held at this house. The chihuahua barked like mad as he heard the car pull up. He had to act like the punishment did frighten him, then bite the keys from his owners when they left him outside. if he was lucky, they wouldn't know, and he could bring himself inside and terrorize everybody. He went on to chewing up a pillow, teeth tearing through the soft fabric. The front door swung open, and the human yelled at the chihuahua. His owner pointed to the door with a finger, and the chihuahua pretended that he was terrified and tucked his tail in between his legs. -cutoff since the timer ended. Some changes I’d make (in a quick rewrite): (Warning. When I say quick + writing, don’t mind the quick part.) and I didn’t add paragraph separations this time either ——‘ A small chihuahua terrorized a couch relentlessly as he waited for his owners to come back. Their annual Halloween party wouldn’t happen, not this year. His eyes were too large for his head, and both pupils and irises wouldn’t stay the way they should, always sliding away from facing someone, but going back so he could see behind instead of in front much better. The dog’s ears were bent at a weird angle, and his head was pushed into his neck, causing folds there. His tongue always was sticking out slightly. As he tore through the couch, he planned. He knew he would be thrown outside for a while for this, but the owners had complained about this couch anyways. A car pulled up to the dark looming tower of a house that contrasted horribly with the warm-toned houses all only about one story high. Gargoyles perched on two ledges at the front door. He and his owners didn’t live here always, it was their party house, and each year they chose one holiday to decorate it with entirely in that theme. This haunted doom tower once had been a gingerbread house with sugarplums and candy canes in every corner. Barking madly as his owners pulled up, he shredded a pillow and pulverized a cushion. His owners entered, and he couldn’t hide the grin that tried to take over his puppy dog face. His goal was when one grabbed him, he’d grab the keys from the purse that’s always left open, and pretend to be terrified while hiding the keys. He’d be kicked out in the back, then when the party happened with the ugly couch, he’d come in using the key ring with the right key. (Each one Had a mark for each door) Then, he could cause terror to the folks and make them never come again.