Prisoner's Lament
#3 of old stories this is a flash fiction piece i wrote sometime between 2015-17 about a fox being prisoner to a dragon. from the treacherous and stingingly cold waters of lake gondarr rose a haggard fox, his fur waterlogged and torn in places.
Inside
This one is another old story but i translated it only a few days ago. it features my fursona angel or, more precisely, the embodiment of his rage deep inside him. the text is very short but it means a lot to me. enjoy!
Wolf Moon: Prologue
The old stories of the monsters attacking villages are the bitten we made for this war(which wasn't a very good idea), but we had good intentions at the time, and it doesn't help that everyone love vampires now.
Cobalt Fox
The cobalt coloerd fox was reading an old story his parents would read to him when he was a little cub. he throw's the old book back into his messy closet as he laid back onto his bed and started to drift off to sleep.
How To Invoke
Magic is the optimism couched in old stories, the hopes of sages and alchemists who saw potential in this bitter world. magic was the belief of scarred heroes who lie buried now, under duvets of soil and weeds. magic comes from heroes.
New to Town - Prologue
#1 of new to town i finally finished updating this old story, and am happy to post all current chapters. this story is not finished and is still going on, i just wanted to update this before posting new stories, and adding to this one.
Chosen
#4 of old stories this was a story i wrote for the conbook of furnal equinox 2016 in toronto, canada. the theme for the convention that year was superheroes, so i made up a mixed-species hero origin story. i hope you enjoy reading it.
Chpt 26- Seven Years
"still telling them that old story?" lunar chuckled. "they wanted to know about their father so why not?" "you did make sure to leave out the more graphical parts correct?" lunar scoffed.
The Queen's Consort pt1
old stories said that had been a very different fact once in the long past but they were nothing more than dusty old stories now, and enek himself part of a dying, dusty old race on the way out the door of this world with them.
“The Tale of Willy-The-Wisp” As told to me by my Great Grandfather.
My grandfather was born and raised in dublin ireland and had lots of rich old stories to share!
For the Love of Suicune
.** this is the first chapter of an old story i wrote on fanfiction.net, originally called 'suicune's romance'. this first chapter is pretty horrible and kind of cheesy. please comment on anything you'd like added.
Zion Journal 4
It was then then my voice recited a part of the old story from my youth. "i'm just a poor street urchin... i can't afford silver," i don't know what it was about those words, but i felt so much anger and pain course through my body.