Last Rites

**Last Rites** Snow blanketed the sweeping hills, suffocating the land in a heavy, icy blanket, chilling all clutched within its lethal embrace. Though there was sunlight brightening the expanse, it was weak, futile and could not bring a ray of...

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The Abbey

**The Abbey** Pale grey on black; the contrast between the individual stone blocks set into the abbey wall was unerringly fascinating to the young vixen, who hesitated, a little distance away from the half ruined structure, torn between curiosity and...

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The Cycle

**Cycle** Puffing smoky breath like a decrepit steam engine, the black-furred wolf stomped dispassionately, closing his arms tightly around his broad chest. Whether the action was one of the subconscious or conscious mind, intended for personal...

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You Told Me

**You Told Me** Clip, clop, clip, clop. Any fur could hear me approaching from a mile away. I sighed deeply and ducked my head, hiding beneath my hoodie, grey with pink text that I had once found amusing: "Plain Lazy: Undercover Genius." Some genius...

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Bottles

**Bottles** _Written by Arian Mabe / Amethyst Mare_ _First person monologue inspired by the attempted shooting of Dylan Thomas. Written as if it is part of a story in which every character gets a chapter in first person and the perspective changes,...

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Desolation Peak

**Desolation Peak** _Written by Arian Mabe / Amethyst Mare_ Jack Kerouac was suspended in space. There was sound - sound everywhere! - but no life or glimmer of being to be glimpsed. All was dark, all was black and all was sound. The red fox...

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Attention Seeking

**Attention Seeking** _"Start freaking thinking. And stop acting like a little, emo attention seeker, stop cutting yourself, grow up, and take punches from life more easily. Because there will be a lot more. And they won't be coming from...

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Those Sundays

**Those Sundays** ** ** A welcoming shade slants far across the ruffled air of the stable block, where swallows wheel and nest no loss with earthen love, from poll to dock. I brush loose hair from around your girth, as you nuzzle and lip for...

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Open me up

**Open me up** Open me up, I am but unlocked, That life turned sour, Should be of no shock. The fruits are shrivelled, Their lies flicker loose, There's no going back: I'll tie my own noose.

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Mare for an Evening

**Iron Author** **Gender Swapping** ** ** **Mare for an Evening** ** ** _Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)_ _Commissioned by Lord Legion_ "Summer... Is this really necessary?" "Yes!" The orange-coated stallion chuckled and...

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Borrowing Freedom

**Borrowing Freedom** _Written by Amethyst Mare (Arian Mabe)_ Do you know how to fly? No, of course not, that would be crazy. There are some furs and sentient beings in this world that have experienced flight in one manner or another, I'm sure...

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Mascara

**Lifeline** **Mascara** _Written by Amethyst Mare (Arian Mabe)_ The grey-haired wolf perched upon the stool beside her dressing table, the surface of which was decorated with ornate flowers. She had chosen simple but tasteful furniture that suited...

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