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...
I Stole a Journal and I can't read the handwriting
And it could be a noble-winner too. Anyway, this is where I just write dumb stuff. So, let's say... yeah. This kid steals a journal from some other kid he doesn't know because he got into the wrong locker. Still, this kid likes to collect...
Fluffybutt Prose Poems: Vlad
Once the blanket for the cottage of a lonely boy, Vladmir Cherkovsky now only watches him through his mystic Pearl. Every noodle dragon in the frosted mountains of Qinqong is assigned a child to comfort and protect, to curl around and warm, but a...
Fluffybutt Prose Poems: Jen
On every birthday's eve, Jen, the Lady Cat of cake frosting, enters the bakery and signals her flock of U.F. Snows to rain. Frosting and sprinkles blanket the confectionary within. She sits among the Olympian Weather Guild, having braved more than one...
Macaroni, King of Mudpie
On national dog day, we got Macaroni, King of Mudpie (formerly king of Canyons and king of Forests) setting the dogs free so he can run with them. However, things get in the way. His mother puts him to bed and piles on the heaviest blankets she can...
Vignette 1: Pink Underneath
Nature, in its sincerest self-presentation, surrounded Raccoon June and her campfire. It was all sheltered from the artificial man-made civilization by a horse-trodden trail. The clean, star-spangled sky was screend only by the fingers of trees, so...