The Desk Fox
"Your office is right this way, Mr. Dascomb." The wolf tried to loosen his tie a smidge as he followed his new ringtail secretary to his new office at his new job in a new city. He was trying to maintain the aura of calm and command that had helped...
Guardian [Poem]
Why do you stand in the rain, little fox? Your whiskers are wet. Your tail is dripping. Your white fur is ...
[Patreon] In Eden's Embrace
Iris woke to bright yellow sunbeams stabbing into her eyes and sharp, shrill birdcalls stabbing her ears, but most of all she woke up surprised to be alive. She could barely remember going to sleep. It was a jumble of images and feelings. Fear....
Door-to-Door
Two foxes stood at the door to the house. The tod checked the details of his appearance: he made sure his hat was level, his tie straight, and he rubbed the pad of his thumb on the brass corner of his briefcase to make sure it shined. The vixen...
By the Pool
The vixen skirted the edge of the pool furtively. She checked over her shoulder and unwound the towel around her waist before dipping her toes in to test the water. "Hey there, foxy lady." The vixen whirled. There, in the shadow of the house,...
Hyla Brokenfang and the Secret-Keeper
CW: This chapter contains depictions of PTSD and brief mention of off-screen sexual assault. "What Occupies the Dreams of Gods?" --Title of a book by the famous Second Age fox poet Orrimare. While the book was...
Decisions, Decisions - by The Tied Tigress
"Matt, I need help deciding what to wear!" Matt lazily ambled into the bedroom, and the sight of what was in there so surprised him he jumped back and nearly hit his head on the doorframe. "You need to give me some warning when you're hotswapping...
Wreck
_"It was like a train wreck. I couldn't look away." Every time someone says that, I remember the one time I did see a wreck._ _It was a quiet morning, out in the countryside. Some old rabbit had stalled out her even older jalopy on the tracks. She...
Creative Cosplay
"Tickets to Comic-Con tomorrow!" The black fox squealed in delight at the contents of the present in her lap and sprang out of her seat into the arms of the big maned wolf on the other end of the couch. "Thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou!" "Breathe,...
More Hypno-shorts
Redo Kylie sat at the kitchen counter, with her short lynx tail twitching and the claw of her pinky finger teasing hungrily along her smiling lips. She had heard the sound of the garage door opening and closing and her ears were carefully...
The Dark blog #1: What does Sofawolf look for in a story?
I've toyed with the idea of doing a writing blog several times. I keep putting it off because I think, "Why does what _I_ say matter to anyone?" Kyell Gold, after all, writes about writing, more frequently, more eloquently, and to a more diverse...
The Weaver's Web
Firewing was a streak of bright orange against the inky black sky. As she flew, the collie kept her head tilted towards the tiny earpiece, tuned in to the local police scanner. Normally the reports coming in were crystal clear. A robbery on Vine....