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...
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...
Dragon Balloon Day Submission: The Cosmic Lantern
You are in the company of immortality when you encounter the Cosmic Lantern. Do not, however, fall to the deception of its name. It is not the moon, the sun, or any other celestial body. Although it may see the end of such galactic wonders, it is...
Dragon Day Submission: The Hunt for the Cosmic Lantern
Ackleburro had bewitched herself with the help of the grimoire. However old she was, the siren call of mythical game, appearing on every page, roused instincts that did not belong to her. Nurse Ackleburro, you see, was a sheep. A sheep keeping watch...
Ethan's Pecs
Ethan had a mean pair of pecs. His pecs were so ferocious that the president of the military academy drafted him to fight the war of the boars. Do bear in mind that the army was a practical muscle factory; more so than the gym. When you factor in the...
Fluffybutt Prose Poem: Tata Rotta
How do you fight a war when you're already dead? By sending your enemies' souls back to their rotting, crippled corpses back on Earth. Already, the firey underworld isn't tortuous enough, and a nation of especially vile souls are aiming to make it...
Fluffybutt Prose Poem: Crumbs
The boarders do not know where they are. All they can call it is Hell. A boarding house with no apparent exit. A demented menagerie of lost souls and demons. When they aren't looking for an exit, the lost souls are having their skin ripped off them...
Fluffybutt Prose Poem: Fear
It is a rare opportunity for rats to declare themselves the ruler of anything; Always in fear of starvation, they eat whatever they can find, edible or not, willing to risk self-poisoning if it means living one more day. Yet, through the leadership of...
Fluffybutt Prose Poem: Tamzin
She bursts from a pillar of ice, the slopes and curves of her turning form mesmerizing those who catch sight of her. Tamzin, the glorious fruit of a passionate dragon and a zealous hyena, dances at the summit of Yenaden mountain to stir her perfumes in...
Fluffybutt Prose Poem: Peppermint
Little is ever seen of Peppermint, but the fruit of her labor can be seen in the sparkling, glistening trees of Candaroo valley. Elusive as a fox, this husky watches the responses to her sugarplum trees from the safety of a thicket. Delighted children...
Fluffybutt Prose Poem: Bugz
Did you ever wonder if the afterlife had its own nursery? It does, under the supervision of Bugz. She is the gaurdian of fledgeling spirits, as appointed by the guild of Angel Dragons. Among the realm of humans, there is a myth that the afterlife is a...