I remember the rain(short story)

I remember the rain the speckeled spots of my pain, I think of how the rain makes me so happy. I feel when it rains I am one with myself and feel my true self. I have never been so fond of a husky that could look so fine and divine yet even though he...

Whispering Winds

_ **I know I haven't posted anything for a long time on here, so I suppose that I'll just have to break the long silence eh? This is just a short short, it was supposed to open up into something bigger, but then Life happened, and we all know how that...

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Short Stories: Why Exist? Part 2

#2 of short stories: suicidal actions this the second part of the short story collection with suicidal thoughts as theme.

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Little Blue - Short Story - Mech Donkey

Little Blue It stands there quietly at the end of the shed, paint knocked off and generally scarred by its life's work. Its four legs are splayed to prevent it from being accidentally knocked over as it waits. Its claw feet are fully opened to...

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Two Paws Under Ten Feet

_Daily Station Report _ _RRMP no. 568_ _10/06/1983 _ _1530Z_ _On Station Personnel: SGT. Jack Archer, CIV. Sammy Blackpaw_ _Exterior Radiation: Normal_ _Communication Status: Established_ _Rations Reserve: 100%_ _Potable Water...

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To Dream of a Wolf

I park in front of a small white house with white trim and picket fence that looked like something out of the 50s. I step out of my car into the cool spring air and take a short look around at the mountains that surround my little town. It’s the...

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Time Off

_Author's Note: Wrote this kind of on an old whim for Zee the wolf about his Zeich character. I didn't want it to be like most of my other stories, in that it's mostly mindless weight gain with no real reason... There is some implied, and some which...

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The Lock - Early Short Story Attempt

**The Lock** **By: Sean M. Walley** The clatter of .50 caliber shell casings rang off of the deck of the Huey chopper in a challenging howl to the weaker yips of AK-47 rifle fire from the tall grass that flew by below. I shifted my weight to lean...

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The Box - Early Short Story for Lupinossai

_A soft whoosh of filtered air stirred scents both living and metallic. A leather nose twitched then flared as it caught the scents. The smells of morning cleaning solvents, fabric softener, bacon, powdered eggs, and tension registered chemically to a...

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Great Minds

He was proper puffed when he coasted his bicycle into the fast-food stand parking lot. His goal of making Provinceton by dark was on schedule, including an hour-long stop at this place to get a semblance of a meal and some rest before continuing on his...

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Draco's Transformation

Draco's Transformation (super complex and clever title is complex and clever) Soft, ragged breaths huffed from his mouth, struggling to get the oxygen that his body needed. A thick sheen of sweat poured from his face, thick enough that drops of the...

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Invocation

Holding the candelabra carefully ahead of me, I padded slowly, languorously, through the near-midnight room. Amid the constantly shifting chiaroscuro of flickering candle flames and shivering shadows that flitted around the huge space, I felt a thrill...

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