A Walk Through God's Day 1
# Prologue When God first asked me to create this book, I was more than a little whelmed. It wasn’t as if I weren’t familiar with him, to some degree, but he… Okay, hold up a minute. Before we get started with the story itself, I need to ask your...
Story Segment -- Convenience
This snippet comes from a much longer story called "Truth and Consequences," which is currently under consideration for publication (wish me luck!). It's told in first person by a human named Darius who, on a driving trip west, has picked up a young...
A Walk Through God's Day 2
# Chapter 1: Breakfast First impression: God has a fantastically cool living room. It is, more properly, a morning room, meaning that it was designed to make the very best use of morning light. The sun poured through windows set perfectly to allow...
Breaking Down
Darkstar's deft deflection helped to keep the rest of the dinner conversation away from me personally, yet the conversation didn't seem the least bit stilted. I had the impression that my hosts felt that they had made me uncomfortable and, as one, they...
Homicide Detective
My next genuinely aware thought was that I was being held and rocked, not quite in Heartsinger's lap, still there on the log, the creek and forest still keeping us safe from the rest of the world. I hadn't truly lost consciousness; it was more like I...
Attar of Blue Roses, Part 1
"If you value your life, drive." A fury of feathers and feathers, of wings and hooves, of two or more shades of white and a spun white-gold of mane and tail, of speed and desperation, earth and wind in fear-full motion. The large side door of the...
Monday Memos [song lyrics]
So a song that i wrote as inspired by one tristan black wolf. the story entitled "no more monday memos" includes the opening verse. as a side thing for tristan i did this piece.
Attar of Blue Roses, Part 2
It was a long time before the sobbing became the hushed tears of relief, and from there came the quiet moments of recovering from both the pain and the ebbing of pain. Through it all, Regan simply held the Pegasus close to himself, offering warmth and...
Preaching to a Bear
At a certain college campus in Texas, where all the tallest tales begin, a trio of chaplains ministered to the students, each to his particular religion. The priest, Pentecostal preacher, and rabbi would often meet at the quieter of the three coffee...
A Wolf in Human's Clothing
“Never believe a writer. Listen to them, by all means, but never believe them." —Stephen King, _The Langoliers_ Warning: Rant incoming. People ask me what it's like to be a wolf in a humansuit. Well, they ask me that if they know that I am, in...
Bunkhouse Stories
"I thought you were out of town for the weekend," I said, "not that it's not good to meet you." The stallion's smile never wavered. "Not that far out of town, and I very much wanted to meet you as well. After I parked my car, I saw Frank in the...
Recon
Three dark-clad canine figures, their features obscured by their masks, worked feverishly in the blackened alleyway. They were assigned Company authorized sobriquets of Tinker, Tailor, and Soldier. Tailor stood at the alley's mouth, his eyes fixed on...