Drac Ch8
Nereen sighed and opened her mouth, putting the fork and the eager twitching young micen inside. Dienza laughed at her expression and even Spiika was trying to stifle an amused grin, holding her hand over her lips to not lose a mouthful of food....
Drac Ch7
Dienza was livid as he took to the path in a brisk walk. He wanted to run, he wanted to burst screaming into Aryan's house and ram his knife handle deep through the mutt's ribcage. But he couldn't. There was no way Aryan would be there alone, and...
Drac Ch6
Dizzying pleasant dreams of old days long gone slowly faded into a dim blue, and Nereen realized she was staring at the wall of her bedroom as her eyes slowly blinked open. She yawned and stretched before rolling over and picking up her phone. It...
Drac Ch5
Dienza was in a better mood after his shower and changing into a clean pair of shorts, having managed to blissfully forget the implications of what his mother said. He stepped into the kitchen and found Spiika helping Nereen with getting a trio of...
Drac Ch4
An irritating blaring noise woke Dienza up. His alarm clock. Five in the morning and time to get up and ready for work. He stretched out, his forearm slamming down on the clock and silencing it before he rolled over and found himself face to face...
Drac Ch3
A few lazy hours passed. Dienza spent most of it in his room strumming out scales and a few experimental rhythms on his guitar, while Nereen reclined on the sofa in the living room and read one of her old books. It was eleven o'clock before Dienza...
Drac Ch2
The sound of a car screeching outside woke Dienza from his sleep. He rolled over and peered at his clock as the engine backfired and the car grunted its way down the road to wherever it was headed. It was ten minutes to seven, still early but a two...
Nature's Cruelty
It was night, and night was when Jerome was at his best. A lot of his fellow mice would have warned him against this, but he had been running on his own for months now and he had never once looked back. Life alone was so much simpler than having to...
Never Trust a Cat
Seven years Eruk had lived here. Seven years the ginger mouse had tempted fate. This house was not his, it was far too big for that. No, instead it belonged to a feline mistress named Mikaela. Sometimes the mouse would watch her through the cracks in...