Frail
The morning of the day I died was cold, quiet, and grey. The dying breath of winter was winding its way between the trees of my forest, and the bright sun was barely showing over the tops of the trees. It was the sort of day that quieted everything,...
Wolf am I
Disclaimer: You'll have to forgive me- this isn't the end of Und Des Nachts, like I promised. This is a wayword tale, unconnected, and alone in the world. I wrote it as a short little thing to take my mind of the ending of my other series, and the...
Wounded Warsong
Disclaimer: This is a terrible story, and I apologize for tricking you into reading it. I mean, be honest, would you willingly enjoy this sort of thing? What kind of sick mind derives pleasure from the rape and torture of an innocent young canine? Not...
The Gentleman
This is the final story in this three story set- I hope you've enjoyed them, and I hope they didn't disturb you too much. I enjoyed writing them and they've offered me a nice break from my current work. That said, all three of these stories are...
Ohio
Hey, folks. This is a short story I wrote for a very inspiring person. I've gone through a lot of changes in the last year, one among them being my idea of sexuality. I'm still not entirely sure where I stand, but I think I've come to...
Adagio for Strings
Disclaimer: This story contains awful things happening to a genuinely good person, and if that floats your boat, then go ahead. Read it. See if I care, huh? But stay far away from me. Robbie, Dallas and Boston all belong to FearandFur, the guy...
Softly Lie Sleeping
Disclaimer: This is a terrible story about bad things happening to innocent people. It contains pedophelia, rape, violence, death, and a general assortment of the worst things that can happen to people. The longer the series goes on, the worse it...
Raindrop Prelude
Disclaimer: This story is full of awful things, like torture. This will probably be the lightest this series ever dares to get, so if it's too much, then you'd better turn tail right now. If you're under eighteen, well... there's nothing sexual in...
Wolves at the End of the Road
It was a cold day out, and Ian White shivered a little. It was a bad day to forget a coat, and the little wolf was really feeling it through his fur and t-shirt. But it was going to be a good day anyway! Ian was turning ten that day, which was a...
Pity.
"No.... no! Don't you come any closer, you sick bastard!" The wolf was screaming in fright, backing up against a tree, his fangs bared in the light of the moon. They shone like glistening pearls. "Don't you touch me-- I killed you. I KILLED...
Mercy
"My tattered ears hear not your weeping, Black Demon. Get thee from this place, begone! I cast you out!" The Witch shouted at the sky, for she was an enemy of the Angel, and therefore the Black Demon. The Angel bore her fangs in defense of the...