Crafting (Otherwise Untitled)
As the kobold's fingers rocked the noose back and forth her thoughts meandered through the absence of any remaining reasons for delay.
Practice, Practice, Practice (Otherwise Untitled)
Though the weight of being a pallbearer had become familiar to the otter's hands, his heart carried each burden as though it were his first.
Best Man's Coat (Otherwise Untitled)
The gryphon's immodest thoughts about the best man cried out to stall from pulling his fiancee into his life's longest running error.
Defining Oneself (Otherwise Untitled)
The fox's mother settled her glare somewhere between his blindingly cyan dyed ears and immodestly short skirt as she struggled to find words of helpful admonishment from amongst the giggles she could only just contain.
Ping (Otherwise Untitled)
The long forgotten beacon strained to muster another warning pulse from failing power cells, nearby debris anxious to remind passing ships of its presence with no such urgency.
Penmanship (Otherwise Untitled)
The pilot's handwriting got more harried as the air pressure dropped low enough to start impacting the pen's ability to lay down the words she'd forgotten to say.
Unprepared Hiding (Otherwise Untitled)
The deafening realization of an empty magazine in his rifle did little to distract the coyote from the footfalls of the intruders searching his ship.
Damp Sand (Otherwise Untitled)
The ferret's two-way radio crackled with a silence that drowned out the patter of his blood soaking into the hot sand.
Warm hum of anxious night (Otherwise Untitled)
The gryphon's knuckles were starting to ache and she wasn't sure who's blood she was tasting; in the din of the street light she'd just about trade her badge for another pair of handcuffs.
Flames: Chapter 11
It was a few days later. Rhy was just sitting at the mouth of the cave when he saw something strange in the sky. It looked like a plane, but at the same time, it was too small to really see what it actually was. 'Eh. Probably a plane...' he thought,...
Please look up
I quickly grow tired of my own footfalls. Those same padded feet hitting that same hard-packed path. Those same claws leaving those same indentations in the same dirt, that dirt that lies halfway between mud and stone. Was that the same stone? It must...
Diary of a High School Girl- Chapter 1
I groaned as the alarm clock went off, my hand groping around for the off switch. Blinking, my violet eyes slowly adjust to the morning light that shone brightly through the curtains. I yawned and got on my hands and knees, stretching just like a cat....