I Like to Watch...Ninth Glance
The needs had been growing for weeks now. Those deep gnawing needs, those cravings. I could slap them down for a while, even ignore them, but they were always there tormenting my dreams and interrupting me in meetings. Just yesterday I had been sitting...
Investment Decisions
The satnav was becoming galling. "Continue straight ahead for three miles." Easier said than done. I had followed it religiously and it had led me into danger, the bitch. Or bastard. Hard to tell, they always had a pretty androgynous voice to my...
I.O.U
I lay my tools down with a sigh and wiped the sweat from my brow. The salt and pepper mass of my headfur gave up its cargo of perspiration easily, flying across my workbench like clusterbombs, their fall like the pitter patter of heavy rain after a...
Taking Care of Business: Chapter 2 - Net Present Value
It was still raining come Tuesday morning, which made the rabbit feel on edge. He always felt like his fur was standing up when it rained, it made him uncomfortable and more angry bunny than usual. He had almost been tempted to beat the everloving shit...
Taking Care of Business: Chapter 1 - Labor problems
He sat in his car for a moment finishing the cigar. There was something about savouring a really good cigar, and this was a Romeo Y Julietta, so it wasn't half bad and he hated to waste it. He let the smoke fill his lungs and ignored the hacking cough...
The Fall: Prologue
The night was a bitter one, with a wind off the mountains that froze to the bone. It whistled round the old barn, shaking the odd assortment of palings that masqueraded as walls, dislodging the occasional fragment of ice to clatter to the hard earth...
Share and Share Alike
The big shire stallion eased his bulk onto the sofa in his friend's dorm room with a grateful sigh. They had endured a punishing workout in the gym together, and as much as he liked to push the envelope and preach the no limits line, his body ached in...
Inkerman Street - Part 6
Standing in the car park of the police headquarters was an odd place to have a meltdown, but needs must. I was not doing well, and at least partly because I was not surprised. The feeling had been growing for some time, but for Mike and Kelly the...
Inkerman Street - Part 5
The trip seemed to take a long time, even for Sunday traffic. I looked out the window as an endless procession of flat suburban estates went past, each more nondescript than the last. It made me nostalgic seeing this landscape so emblematic of the...
Inkerman Street - Part 4
I lay there in the afterglow, my body covered in sweat, wrapped in his arms. He felt sturdy, like a supporting bulwark against a raging sea. I never knew cops could have so many uses. "Hmmmm sweet stag." Nuzzling against his body we spooned for a...
Inkerman Street - Part 3
I was feeling a little disgruntled for reasons I couldn't quite pinpoint, so I headed to my favourite places to put me back in a good mood. Braving the queue at Woodfrog I managed to grab the last croissant in spite of the disgusted look from a cheetah...
Inkerman Street - Part 2
The police station was an incongruous looking brown brick monstrosity amongst the fashionable Victorian facades. I liked it in a way; it looked like nothing more so than itself, a kind of fortress building that brought to mind the Troubles in Northern...