FlashFic: After the Funeral
He lies dozing in my arms, finally having cried his fill. I still pet the pup's long, silken headfur tenderly, wishing that I could take away from him some of the pain, but knowing that pain at least as well as himself. It's not an easy thing, losing...
Writing Prompt #11 - "Hunting Game"
It's been fun doing these kinds of low-impact flash fiction things :3 as exciting as the sport was to watch in the regular season, the finals of the national hunt association—nha for short—had been dull, one-sided routs for the better part of a decade now
Writing Prompt #9 - "Left to Die"
The island lay about half a league away, no more than a sandbar in the aquamarine sea that stretched endlessly in all directions. Even at this distance, Lambert could see the green fronds of palm trees stretching up from the shore, as well as the...
Writing Prompt #6 - "Fault Line"
FOR IMMEDIATE DISSEMINATION: We regret to report that at approximately 4 a.m. this morning, Hayth Tower collapsed. Other buildings in the area may have also been affected, although at this time we do not have a full accounting of the damage....
TLOS Overgrown dragonfly
flash asked caring as he saw nina moving her wings a bit awkwardly. "yes i'm fine flash" she said her jaws clenched a bit from the pain. "nina" flash said softly.
Writing Prompt #8 - "The Grove"
Under the weeping branches of the great Phigienohr sat a figure in quiet repose. What they were contemplating, who could say but them. Such was their focus, however, that an observer might have understandably mistaken them for a statue, or perhaps a...
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.
The Young Fox
Is the death of his mother the young fox's fault? And does it even matter? Is she somewhere now, watching her son cower from the fury of thundering clouds? And does she know he risks the lightning to sleep where the hunters had killed her? Why does the...
Regarding Carrion Diets
#1 of flash fiction written in response to a writing prompt. this slice-of-slice tale provides a little commentary of how a society of anthropomorphic critters might view the eating habits of scavengers. particularly crows. enjoy!
Betrayal at it's Finest
Our eyes meet for only a flash. the tension can be felt in the air, tight as a guitar's string. i breath in feeling the metal trigger with my fingerpad. from my point of view neither of us was going to back down.
Ode to the Pirate Queen Jezebel
At fur the 'more, there was a flash fiction (<1,000 words) contest. this was my entry, though i'm not sure if it actually got submitted...
March of Progress - Rainfurrest 2013 Flash Fiction
March of Progress Murphy raised the whiskey glass to his snout again. His claw wanted to tighten around it, but he feared he might break the glass. Cuts were the last thing the alligator needed now, with his leg already aching like a son of a...