Blue Bolt Adventure #1: Medianoche

     "How long have I been on this cliff?" the fox said to himself. Clad only in his signature blue long-sleeved leotard and matching knee-length spats on his footpaws, The Blue Bolt was beginning to feel the chill of the night as the wind whipped...

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The Lutenist (In Memory of Randomonlooker)

Ah, joyous lute within the square, The player hidden from our sight, Sends serenades of music fair And plays unto his heart's delight. Re-mi-re-mi-sol, re-mi-re-mi-sol. Ah, loving lute, with roses trimm'd, With passion for a lady...

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In Seven

In the untamed wilds of old, as the solstice chilled the days, Each living thing knew hardship and adapted in their ways. The boar would forage foremost, and the snow faced unafraid; But man had thought himself better, and a glutton he was...

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The Error

The wolf felt the sting of cold air on his nose, accompanied by a warm smell marked by crisp notes of rosin and smoke. He knew- somehow- that it was the smell of a fire burning in a hearth. It was a good smell, his memories said. One that told...

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The Far Side of Immortal

Nick Dietrich kicked restlessly at the exoskeletons that littered the floor of his cave. The wolf's fur had gone ragged, and his skin clung to his body like a taut canvas over his aching bones. Food was scarce in these times, after all. How...

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