A sermon from the Roadhouse Bar
The weathered possum, stood amid the patrons, his tiny pince-nez reading glasses sat far down his pointed muzzle. his tail, snapped and bent and crooked in places from years out on the road and bad decisions, twitched noisily with pops and cracks...
A Vignette from the Roadhouse: Posterior Proposition
The Dobe striding in, heavy boots on creaking floorboards, cigarillo lit, her chest slamming the saloon doors open and holding them there as she walks through with that stride of hers. The pace is firm but quicker than usual. She's in a mood. Eyes...
A Vignette From the Roadhouse: Russet's Recollection
Levi the old irish wolfhound nose down in Pax's crotch, the scruffy old cur working his meat with one hand, as he's tucked under the table and absolutely wrecking the poor mouse's day. That tongue, kept dextrous from decades of relentless work might as...
A Vignette From before the Roadhouse: Pax
Years back, Before Pax was Pax, The mouse would drive their dinged up second hand compact car near the outskirts of the airfield and watch the planes land on summer nights. There was something about the light, the way it shimmered, and flashed on...
Space Skunk Adventures!
"As per Protocol established last month, Captain..." Spoke Glittermind, Her Ship's Computer "You required that I ask you "Are you sure about this?" as soon as you started preflight checks on your away craft...." The space skunk stopped for a...
A Vignette from The Roadhouse: First Rain of the Year
The storm swept in suddenly. The skies, a sun-baked robin's egg blue had gone grey. And an absolutely torrential downpour had started, Brandywine, the skunk, looked up from the bar, their large luscious black-and-white tail swishing...
Roadhouse Vignette Gaiden: Mountain Respite
The day had been a busy one, The Ride back up into the hills had been treacherous as Pax's eye had been swelling shut. But it was dark out now, and Having made it to the Old Abandoned Horndog's Clubhouse. And there, The mouse saw the...
A Vignette From the Roadhouse: Scenic Rut
It was the wind in her hair, and the smell of the sea in her nostrils. The feeling of a palm down her backside, thumb brushing against her nub until that hand slipped over her massive hyperhole, sighing contentedly for a moment as those digits...
Roadhouse Vignette Gaiden: That One Time in San Destro
In what felt like another lifetime, Sam recalled the feeling, The drinking, the fighting, the racing and over and over and over and over. The nights wheeling into one another, miles on top of miles miles, odometer ticking up day after day, hours in the...
A Vignette from the Roadhouse: Azzy The Possum preacher
Azzy, The Possum preacher, took a long drag on his cigarette. Watching the younger girl having stood up, sobbed, and rode off on His bike, His thoughts turned to his younger years. Recalling for a moment, what it was like in his first time out on two...
A Vignette from the Roadhouse: Contemplative Indulgence
The air amid the rafters quaked with the hoary voices caterwauling to the jukebox, the slam of glassware against each other, the ozone smell of the evening, as the wind blew sand against sand, the quiet creaking of the wind pump outside. "and there is...
A Sermon from the Roadhouse Bar
The weathered possum, stood amid the patrons, his tiny pince-nez reading glasses sat far down his pointed muzzle. his tail, snapped and bent and crooked in places from years out on the road and bad decisions, twitched noisily with pops and cracks...