Moony's New Friend
The rain had begun to fall over St. Almar when the coyote had begun to pack his cards. He thanked the great Waha for the rain. The human who had just had his reading given tossed a couple coins on the small cloth mat where he kept...
Gift
I finished writing the story with a tired paw. The quick and almost unintelligible scribbles summing up the treatment of yet another patient. The huge accident had taken us all by surprise. The multicar crash had made short work of the vehicles,...
Red Snow
This was my entry for this week's prompt for my Writing Group. The prompt was, "Snow is falling, but it's not white-- it's red." I had a lot of fun with this one, and really hope people enjoy it. If you're interested in joining my Writing Group, you...
A Second Chance
**Surprise, it's me again! That pesky itch to write was stubborn and didn't want to go away, but I wasn't sure what to write about. Then I stumbled upon a writing group led by some fellow furry writers and decided to take up their weekly writing...
Brewing Potions
"A drop of nymph blood. Three strands of the desired person's hair..." The horse murmured into his book, one digit following the lines. He sniffed and turned around to his ingredients cabinet. He sorted through the tinkling bottles of dubious origin...
Break
He stared at the stack of papers in front of him, a trembling cream paw idly toying with the corners, the rough edges prickling his skin with every pass of his thumb, the soft sound of passing pages reminding him that this was all very real, and...
A Tale of Two Foxes
A Tale of Two Foxes copyright comidacomida 2020 Sidney had done very little traveling in his life and, as such, all new surroundings left him feeling uneasy. The strange stone building, complete with large, wall-sized glass windows revealing a...
The First
## > The First > > > By Evan Drake > > > © 2019, Evan Drake, All Rights Reserved Roame leaned over the toilet bowl and retched, the contents of his stomach burning his throat and leaving the sickening taste of bile on his tongue. The smell...
Letters
7/21/1950 Dear Mom, I am sorry it took so long to write to you. I meant to write to you after training, but as soon as that was done, we were deployed. Things have calmed down enough that I can finally put pen to paper. You probably want to know how...
Singing my heart out
I took a deep breath. The influx of air in my lungs helped to assuage my nerves. Behind me, I could hear the restless beating of my tail on my pants, the quiet murmurs of the crowd waiting behind the door. I pushed the air out with a controlled huff,...
Scars of Yesterday
## > Scars of Yesterday > > > By Evan Drake > > > © 2020, Evan Drake, All Rights Reserved The blood-red sun sat high in the cloudy sky, only granting the occasional peek through the small gaps in the cover overhead. It had been cloudy for weeks...
Colored Pencils and Sketches - Writing Prompt
**Colored Pencils and Sketches** The dining car rocked as Arthur was directed to his assigned table. The lion set his supply bag beside him in the booth. Gas lamps flickered over the oak table and padded booths. The light played over the face of...