Ribbon - Chapter 2
**Memory 4** Final year. Exam season. It all happened so quickly. I'd added Bluebird back on Furbook a few months prior. He accepted, which surprised me, pleasantly. He was doing alright. He had some office job, wasn't looking to go back into...
Ribbon - Chapter 1
**Memory 1** Coulda swore I'd seen it before. Paranoia. I was paranoid, totally. I was convinced this, all of this, was a mere illusion. A sadistic twist of the truth. A string of lies so intricate they infiltrated 3D space. I had come to a...
Tail - Chapter 21
It's not enough. It's all I have, but it's not enough. I have to- I- I force my brain to slow down. I need to move, to get up and over to Ryan. I have no idea how. I've lacked control for so long that reclaiming it seems impossible. I can't be so...
Ribbon - Chapter 3
**Memory 5** In the end I scraped a passing grade. Bluebird changed her name. Her legal name, I mean. She was Sophie now, though I couldn't help but think of her as Blue. God, that day I met her after my exams I... It seems selfish to even say...
Tail - Chapter 23
I wake to the sound of footsteps outside my room. Our room. Eve's room. I'm weary and half delirious for a few seconds before coming to terms with reality. My sheath is still sat snug between Adrian's cheeks, my dick having retreated fully by now. Its...
Tail - Chapter 22
I'm covered in blood. We made love and it was beautiful. Better than beautiful. Beyond beautiful. Godlike. He fell asleep nestled in my arms. The adrenaline wore off. The rush. I came down, hard. I couldn't sleep, not like that. Not like this. I...
Tail - Chapter 7
I didn't see Adrian at work today. By itself that's not too strange, he could have arrived later than I did and just missed me during work hours by chance, but given the tension between us it leaves me nervous when I leave at the end of the day. When...
I stop typing.
_This is a story I'm writing for you. Yes, you._ _Reading and writing are simply two more words for conversation. You read to talk to a person you've never met and you write so that you can get the thoughts rattling around your head out there to...
Blood
There's blood in his fur. It runs from the gash in his ear and from his nose, marking gruesome crimson lines down his face. "Get the fuck away from him," I yell. It makes me sick to see other people ignore violence and brutality. When people choose...
Me and You
**A** Me and you. We haven't spoken since yesterday. I hesitate before calling and I feel the universe fracture. The fear in my stomach is overwhelming, and I give into it before committing to dial. I feel sick at my cowardice. I hope you'll get...
My Hellfire
"I've seen Hell enough to know that it's a state of mind. "Hell is that place you go when you're way past sad or scared or worried or insecure. Hell is that place you go when it's about time for a professional to start applying terms to your...
Recursive Cycles
Recursive cycles cement their way into secluded lives ceaselessly expanding, enveloping all thought and action. People like you forgot how to live. Somewhere along the way you forgot to appreciate how the sky shifts as night falls or day breaks, the...