Chapter 1 - John and Cynthia
Special thanks to Nameless, whose "Catfood" series inspired me to write - and submit - my first ever attempt at fiction. I hope you enjoy it! ...
Chapter 2 - Getting to Know You
This chapter is dedicated to redtwilightwolf, who was kind enough to befriend a shy fur, and who has been extraordinarily generous with her time and artistic talent. Thank you Red! If you'd like to see her interpretation of Cynthia, ask her. I'm sure...
The Academy
It sort of goes without saying that this story is dedicated to Obsidian\_Arcticglow, as it is my gift to her. As such, it is the property of her, as is the character of Obsidian Arcticglow naturally. It's my poor effort to offer her a story of her own...
Valentines Day
It was another ordinary day within the household. The wolf and armadillo had been curling together to sleep for weeks, and the wounds that had covered her ear was healed. The snow was beginning to melt upon the ground as spring was in the air, and it...
No longer alone.
#1 of a new home this is the second part of my birthday present for ozone, and something which i have writt... this is the second part of my birthday present for ozone, and something which i have written myself.
First Christmas
"what's this about, ozone? oh my god, get that animal in here right now!" her voice changed from weary to brusque the second she noticed the blood tainting the snow red. she was a spotted leopard, small in stature but strong in will and determination.
The Oskorei
Well, here it is, proof that I am still capable of putting pen to paper, as it were, despite all evidence to the contrary. uncharacteristically, I was struck by inspiration one night and, unusually for me, I actually acted upon it. This little story is...
Chapter 5: Whispers
"breaking through the ozone in t-minus five!" britney shouted. below him he could see the serenity taking her position just below the ozone.
Night of Flowers and wolves
After a second or two her skin started to glow, the smell of ionized ozone had filled the air. glimmerpaw sniffed the air and sat calmly.
Gentleman Drake
The smell of ozone, which often came with using magic, must have been from her making this appear. it was pretty, for a bed, much like his old one back at the tree.
Extra Credit
Professor Angela O'Neil removed her glasses to rub tiredly at her eyes. Continuing a ritual she had already completed many times this afternoon, she turned her head to glance out the tiny window. It was fully dark now, the only light coming from the...
Letters from Akira: Blue Shift
The ladder spits electric ozone. tides tear into you as if to pull you apart. then you're all around her, and she around you as you fall in. points whirling in orbit, spacelike sometimes, timelike others.