The Chase

The hyena ran across the sand. The jackal watched her, the sun tinting his black fur with gold, naked but for a pair of dark green shorts compared to the hyena that was fully nude. He nodded to the hyena as she passed. "Howdy," he said. The...

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A Father's Love, Chapter Six

There was blood everywhere, blood on the walls, the floors, the ceiling, and the furniture. Josh lay on the floor, shaking. I pulled the needle from his neck. He looked up at me. "You..." he hissed. His body was covered in bloody holes. I...

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A Father's Love, Chapter Five

His paw traveled up my thigh. His nose was dangerously close to mine. Just a little closer. My brain urged. I felt his warm breath on my face, it smelled of tobacco and mint. His lips were just inches from mine, then I turned my head and his...

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A Father's Love, Chapter Four

The water was boiling. The corset left deep welts in my skin and lying in the hot bath made them burn. I started to cry, mostly from my wounds being burned. I closed my eyes, trying to block out the pain. Then- "Camile hurry up and get dressed!"...

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A Father's Love, Chapter Two

Miss Bailie didn't tell Mammy and Daddy about my bloody skirt. She asked me why I didn't tell her I'd started bleeding. I asked her what she meant by it but she said it was just something all girls went through once a month when they got older. I...

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A Father's Love, Chapter One

I was only a little girl, barely in my teens, when I first met Mr. Richard Bridshaw. I wanted a fruit tart. "Where are you going Camile?" Miss Bailie, my nanny, demanded. She was a tall, thin brown hyena. "I just want a fruit tart," I...

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What a Nightmare

It was 11:30 pm, I was closing up the store. Antique shops are interesting but can be boring if you have to sit on your ass for eleven hours a day while only one or two people would come in, browse and either buy something or leave because there was...

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Odd Girl Meets Pretty Girl, Chapter Four

Mrs. Brooks just stared at us, her mouth gaping. She looked furious. I expected her to shout something like, "Get out of my daughter's bed and put your clothes on!" or "What the hell are you doing?" but she just smiled and said, "Excuse me," and...

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Odd Girl Meets Pretty Girl, Chapter Three

I quickly opened the door. My heart stopped. "Are you alright?" Vanessa asked. Oh god why? And with me like this! My hair tossled, my fur damp from my tears, my nose running... Why didn't someone kill me right now? "Bethany?" Vanessa...

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Odd Girl Meets Pretty Girl, Chapter Two

English class is my least favorite class next to Algebra. Well, I don't actually hate English, I hate the teacher, Mr. Parker. He's a grossly overweight orange Persian cat who talks in monotone and wears plaid. His fur is untidy, he smells, he smokes,...

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Odd Girl Meets Pretty Girl, Chapter One

Vanessa was very pretty, tall and slim, like a princess out of a fairytale. She was the most popular girl in school. She got straight A's, was president of all the major clubs, and all the boys chased her. Though it was odd, she never paid attention to...

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