Realism and Reward
"If there's one thing he would've appreciated," the canine muttered with joking deadpan, "It's that I make damn good biscuits." Hanging like a wraith before the counter of her dinky apartment's kitchen, angry and a little wistful, she eyed her...
A Night to Forget Pt. 2: The Game of Life
It's strange. My depression, I mean. I don't think I totally understood it for the grand majority of my life. It just came at some point, unpacked and stuck around. Granted, yes, I've already given you a couple reasons regarding just why I'd want to...
Crypsis
All was silent. At least, for the time being. Alice Walker thought just then that she might prefer it that way, even though she wouldn't be here when the sound would start up again. All that mattered now was that her job was done, and that she had all...
A Night to Forget Pt. 1
Let me start off by telling you _who_ I am. I am Jake Festi, chinchilla from the Low Wastes. And I was about ready to kill myself. If not get it over with, then at least forget, anyway. You can take a stab in the dark as to what I was doing right...
Royal Flush
You wouldn't imagine the butterflies in my stomach at this very moment. Ridiculous. It's like a couple just built a nest in there. I think I'd never been as nervous as I was right then. I mean, I guess I knew what I signed up for, and I had about a...
The Promotion
----The air smelled of mint and pine. A breeze wrought by neither machine nor nature drifted through the Magus Library, bringing this scent to the twitching nose of Tali, a leopard sorceress clad in robes dyed a royal violet. She was a proud yet...
The Wardston Conspiracy
----The sun would likely have shone about midway through the sky and brought clarity to Dexter's vision along the floor, at least were it not for the two layers that obscured its presence; the first a cover of thick clouds, the second a ceiling of...
Every Thorn has its Rose
When a sigh is what starts the day, one usually gets a feeling of foreboding. The day's going to drag on, it's going to be boring and agonizing, and there's nothing to do to prevent it, only to trudge through it. Fortunately, this did not feel to be so...
In Medias Res
The sound of a door being knocked upon drowned out all others--it was the most prominent, if only to Rey. The constant chatter of inane conversations stories above could certainly be heard, but were far too easily ignored. Right now, the only thing...
A Day in the Undersector
"This is the Undersector..." "Good one, sleuth. Welcome--grab a seat, have some tea." Another retorted, words dripping with sarcasm. The second, a brown bull, fiddled with all sorts of mechanical parts and doohickeys completely abstract to the lynx...
No Man's Land
"You're sure about this, Rey?" "Yep. I've thought about it, and the positives definitely outweigh the negatives." The white rabbit stood before a towering wall that smelled faintly of pine, colored some indistinct dark color, next to it a gaping hole....
Moving Forward
If he hadn't mentally asked himself if he was awake to a near-point of semantic satiation for all three words of the question, at some point having become aware of his own senselessness and inanity, Rey probably wouldn't have realized that he had woken...