Clipped Wings
It turned out what they told you about coming home after a long time away was nothing but the unadorned truth. Initially you had assumed that this experience was either greatly exaggerated or downright made up from scratch to make the "baby-birds"...
Raven's Demons
**word count: 6,634** **sheercontest2021** **link to raven's ref sheet: [https://toyhou.se/9857036.raven](https://toyhou.se/9857036.raven)** **info on kaishark here: [https://www.deviantart.com/polyhexian/art/open-species-kaisharks-813768589](
A Place at the End of the World
On July 25th, 2125, the final Salvation departed. Gargantuan engines roared to life, enveloping a colourless landscape in thick, black smoke. Fire blazed, turned sand to glass as the howl of fuel combusting at a million degrees exploded across the...
Coming Home
Three hundred and forty-five klicks above the Earth, the mess toaster from the station Europa circles the planet in a decaying orbit. A shadow flits across the ceramic white appliance. The toasting routine is triggered. The Machine Intelligence...
Milk n' Cookies
My entry for sheercontest2021. thanks to dukeferret and psydrosis for proofreading! **milk n' cookies** i don't know what brought me to wake that night.
Howling at Nothing
A/n: this is my entry for sheercontest2021. i hope it isn't too terrible. hank expected many things when he woke up in the morning. a pot of freshly brewed hot coffee, bacon and eggs for breakfast, his just delivered newspaper waiting to be read.
Do you remember the first time we came here?
Jonas felt silly knocking on the door. It had been years since he showed up anywhere without calling beforehand. He knew George was in. He could even hear the TV on. He knocked again, harder this time. The show was paused and a reluctant "Coming"...
Back to the roots
Back to the roots by Pent Ghelsburg Disclaimer; The characters depicted in this work are purely fictional. Any resemblance to people alive or dead is purely a coincidence. Most are the rightful intellectual property of their cannon mythology, the...
Root of the Issue
Vincent adjusted his tie, straightening it and feeling happy with his knot until he looked at the far too long end hanging out. He grumbled and worked the knot loose, to try again. ...
What Was Your First Spell?
What Was Your First Spell? By Dirt Coyote Ernesto's eyes lit as the question danced around the grey in his large vulpine ears. A long mischievous grin pulled his muzzle back and lifted whiskers high. The coyote cub standing across his desk...
A Call from Thalia Balia, The Queen Oreamnos
Characters have been created for sheercontest2021. thank you for your support. a call from thalia balia, the queen oreamnos my name is thalia, and i rule with an iron hoof. i'm sure you are wondering what kind of flock we are composed of?