A Way Out
The walls were dirty, and it smelled of puke. The walls were always dirty. Even though the grumpy dog who was cleaning the floors came through every day. He always came during the afternoon nap time. He wiped the linoleum with smelly chlorine bleach,...
Cagetown
Juvie, the slammer, CageTown. That's what I get for my crimes. Plenty of other cubs like me in here, all species and looks. All except mine. Sure, there were other foxes, but none of them sported my unique style of black and white fur, and not a one of...
Tending Companions
Sunorae was nested down in a large pile of otherwise smelly and decaying straw. It was not the smell that bothered her, nor the itching in her scales when it poked her. Nor was it the clutch of eggs that had peeped and wiggled. She was red in color...
Purple
James doesn't like the colour purple. When James sees the colour purple, he remembers an early morning in Gunnison, Colorado, in the middle of a lukewarm September. He remembers the rusty wheel of his bike that caused him to stop more than once,...
Phoenix
Oh the lives I tried to live Trying on identities To find the one that fit for me; But many did not, and still don't And each me that fails the test Must come to its own end. I thought I had a boyfriend Who loved me fair and true. He seemed...
Learning to Love the Void
Learning to love the void By ironsnake345 Submission for a weekly writing prompt by Writer's Crossing ----------------------------------------------------------------------- --\> Lol yeah, things have been going pretty great since I moved in....
Ever-Living Hell
I wiped the tears from my eyes, ignored the picture of the dead cub in front of me and put down the pistol on the table, within easy reach of my paw. Grabbing the quill-style ink pen I started to write on the fine-quality paper. Admission of my...
Ghostly Cafe Visit
The day looked to be... an overcast over the city of Thunderpass, it's always gonna start raining in the afternoon or just about any time of the day. Cole, an average office worker Dalmatian more specifically in the design department felt like the...
The Madness of Mrs. Frank
Upon the floor I labored, sweat dripping from my brow. Several times I retraced work already done, damaged by the saline drops. The chalk in my paw was gritty and made the black sleeve that went to my elbow white half up my forearm. At least it matched...
STYSI: Stopping Humanity with Signs
Diary of... well... ah screw this. Never been much of a diary person myself, but I have to write this down, because it is much too weird. If I don't record this and have something tangible in my hands, I will probably end up dismissing this as a...
Need to Stop
"I used to be somebody once, goddammit." The reflection in the mirror stares back, a prettied-up rabbit who I barely recognize as myself. It looks unconvinced. And who the fuck am I kidding? An adjunct creative writing professor at a community...
Pollution
Ahoi ye old mate, glad you came to this date, many years from last time it might be. So let's celebrate now, with good drink and good chow, and tales from the depth of the sea. But beware that this truth, that this tale of my youth, though it...