The New Crocodile Inflatable
**The New Crocodile Inflatable** ** ** _Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)_ _ _ _ _ There was supposed to be something new at the pool, though Ty could not place the sense of unease curling back and forth in the pit of his...
Taking on a New Life: Part Fourteen
**Taking on a New Life** **Part Fourteen** ** ** _Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)_ _Commissioned by Kittenrose232_ _ _ _ _ Adagio sat opposite the tattoo artist, the one that she had been working with for several weeks...
Seal Transformation
**Transformation** **Seal** ** ** _Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)_ _ _ _ _ Shane drifted, dipping beneath the surface of the water as he pushed out into the open ocean, the old lifeboat slip of Little Fistral and all the...
Taking on a New Life: Part Five
**Taking on a New Life** **Part Five** ** ** _Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)_ _Commissioned by Kittenrose232_ _ _ _ _ Adagio had her work cut out from her – both the part of her that was the warped version of Knight, the...
Office Faux Pas
**Office Faux Pas** ** ** _Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)_ _ _ "Oh, the show! You just wouldn't believe it!" Squawking, the flamingo flapped her wings, head bobbing back and forth with her black-tipped beak drawing the eye to follow...
Frosty Mornings
**Frosty Mornings** _Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)_ _ _ ** ** Head down, the grey mare snorts at the frozen grass, tiny, crystalline droplets chilled to a degree that they make her teeth ache. The ground will warm through the day, so it is...
The Rush
**The Rush** ** ** _Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)_ _ _ ** ** The sled team shivered. Fresh snow fell in Dawson, ignorant of the exhausted and pad-sore team, which limped to their sleeping spots. The mail run had been wearying, but it was...
Mean Old Mule: Her Personality Becomes Her
**Mean Old Mule** **Her Personality Becomes Her** “Just what do you think you’re doing? Git on!” The old horsewoman scowled, digging the sharp spurs into the sides of the brown mule that she rode, perhaps a shade too small...
The Black Horse
**The Black Horse** ** ** I should have known better. Tears stream where they shouldn't, my hooves flying over the turf. I know this route but I don't know it - everything looks different in the dark! I snort and toss my head, eyes surely wild,...
Chosen: Chapter Eight
**Chosen** **Chapter Eight** ** ** _Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)_ _Commissioned by Chirmaya Nashaar_ _ _ ** ** Brambles caught at Tayna's leggings, tearing through, as she fled, tears streaming down her muzzle. To see her mother again...
My Little Annoyance
**My Little Annoyance** ** ** _Written by Arian Mabe_ _ _ ** ** How does he walk in such a way that incites anger, frustration roiling to the surface like a cauldron of boiling snakes? Storming, through the room, he strides as if he is the most...
Behind Closed Doors
**Behind closed doors** Behind closed doors you will see the woollen scarf unravelling, at both ends, the spider re-spinning his defeated home and, above all, the sideways chair, stood prone. The ballpoint leaks ink, sullying the blank...