The Mailbox - Story 3 of 31
The mailbox–story 3 of 31 by ta’kom ironhoof david, a pudgy and old white rabbit, frantically drove down the street, pushing his mail carrier truck to its absolute limit.
The Stairs - Story 12 of 31
The stairs-story 12 of 31 by ta’kom ironhoof “honey, have you seen my shoes?” the clydesdale called out to from the main bedroom to her wife who was down in the living room.
The Divide: Reunited
"i love you, ta'kom ironhoof... i always have." calima smiled almost shyly as she spoke. "always will."
To yoke a workhorse
The ironhoof tribe were not to quitters nor to be looked down upon!
The Restroom - Story 15 of 31
The restroom- story 15 of 31 by ta’kom ironhoof as you enter my home, you arrive in the foyer. in front of you, there would be a fairly pleasant set of stairs leading up to the second floor.
The Path - Story 2 of 31
The path–story 2 of 31 by ta’kom ironhoof “hey brody, glad ya here. just got an urgent delivery request.”
Javier's Binder
Javier's binder by ta'kom ironhoof the rain was never ending. for days upon days, the sky cried wetly over the whole of the city and surrounding areas.
The Forest - Story 1 of 31
The forest - story 1 of 31 by ta'kom ironhoof _“run, abigail!. you must run!"_ the doe's thoughts echoed loudly in her head. at this stage, running was her only respite.
The Rug - Story 14 of 31
The rug-story 14 of 31 by ta'kom ironhoof “jim, did you buy a new rug for the hallway upstairs?" the cheetah called out for his husband as he exited the bathroom. he was sure that it wasn't there earlier today.
The Dining Table - Story 9 of 31
The dining table–story 9 of 31 by ta'kom ironhoof for the sixth year in a row, florence, a beautifully patterned snow leopard, had successfully organized and executed her annual “halloween friends" gathering.
The Bedroom - Story 17 of 31
An unnamed protagonist describes the feud between himself and his brother, thomas the bedroom-story 17 of 31 by ta’kom ironhoof i hate my brother, thomas.
The Bed - Story 18 of 31
The bed-story 18 of 31 by ta’kom ironhoof harold was feeling overwhelmed and, even though he was fully awake, the okapi continued laying in his bed. his body screamed in pain with each movement as he stretched his arms in legs.