Fluffybutt Prose Poems: Midnight
He comes from a long line of mafia goons. He fights for the justice of his home country's citizen. He boxes blindfolded in representation of his ancestors' missing moral compass. He is Midnight, the boxer fox. "You can't put out the lights when they're...
Fluffybutt Prose Poem: Shep
When it comes to career cred, Shep holds the monopoly on it. The "dog of duty," as he is known (quite literally) among his colleagues, is the lead recruiting officer behind the army of his home country Sheperdinia, the estate broker who designed the...
Fluffybutt Prose Poem: Hugo
Take a dip in the Shynimeron sea, and chances are, you'll encounter Hugo, a shark not so much interested in munching on intruders than partying all summer long with his fellow inflatable friends. Beach balls fly and surfboards sail when the Shynimeron...
Fluffybutt Prose Poem: Arya
Look, a blustery streak of steam in the sky; it is the flight of Arya, soaring from one cloud factory to the next. Like the dandelion seed discovered by Horton, each cloud leads to a distant civilization, just on the margins of human access. Arya...
Fluffybutt Prose Poems: Vesrynn
As little known the act of universe-hopping is to mankind, angel dragons have made unfathomable leaps, inspiring some of them to consider it a duty. Determined to restore hope to his human companion Henry, Vesrynn navigates the bleak, foggy abyss...
Fluffybutt Prose Poems: Meds
Look in any bottle of your medical inventory. Do you see a rolaid or an aspiring staring back? No, you see a vulpine witch doctor peddling whatever psychosis will free you from your social obligations. Meds deals in meds from a secluded hut on an...
Fluffybutt Prose Poems: Beth
Nomadic as a wandering troubadour, Beth the Fortune Fennec drives her moose-drawn caravan from village to village, offering in exchange for jewelry mystical revelations and lemonade, although the latter is more often chosen. A shame, considering her...
Fluffybutt Prose Poems: Cocoa
A trail of watermelon seeds stretch across the savannah as Cocoa rolls along in his rind, leaving behind vines and patches, awaiting the sight of his six brethren. "Flavors of the Seed," he calls them, each one, through the underground meerkat network,...
Fluffybutt Prose Poems: Zipper
All around Zipper's bedroom lie the anatomy of myriad other species; muzzles, beaks, trunks, wings, hooves, shells, and even antennae can be found. Determined to cross the barriers of all cliques and classes, he adopts the guise of those he aims to...
Battle of the Bear
The TV had been Dad's sleeping pill ever since we could remember. One night, it lost its prisoner to a swamp of a growl. Normally he would tell the blabberer to put a dirty old sock in it, or throw a beer mug. But since this noise was coming from...
Funhouse Madness Exercise
The carnival funhouse had been designed in good humor, but all it delivered was creepitude. Never mind the clown gallery or distorting mirrors. All anyone could think about was the elusive actress playing Daphne Blake. When she wasn't snooping around...
Emulation Practice: Murder, Part 2
Out in the bald valley, a rugged, burley brown fellow lifted tall granite slabs, balancing them until they accepted a perfect upright posture. The man possessed mouse-like attributes - long white whiskers, protrusive yet delicate nose, pronounced ears,...