Halloweenie
"There're no such thing as ghosts, Franny. We're in high school, you need to stop being such a baby!" Crisp looked back at the sheepish mouse girl that followed him, the wolf shaking his head a bit as he found his tone growing more scolding with each...
Otteroboticons!
"Otterroboticons? Are you serious? "Look, kid. You want meaningful and heartfelt writing? Go get a role in a Coen Brother's film. This is what the audience wants so this is what we're going to give 'em. "Come on, Larry. This is schlock!" "Wrong,...
Dancing Boner
Crisp, drenched from head to toe, stood silently and stared at the hotel's caretaker as he penciled the young wolf's name into the ledger. The wolf's clothes dripped, his ears dripped, and even his nose dripped as the stout innkeeper hummed...
Pietas
_15th of Maius, 8thyear of Emperor Festavius_ _ We march, and He leads our way. It has been two months since our convoy left the safety of the capital on its mission to the far north. We have lost troops along the way but those that remain are still...
Webshow Hijinx: Still Watching?
_ How many boys still wandered the decrepit halls and shadowy rooms of the mansion?_ The single thought buzzed in the husky's brain like a fly that simply couldn't find its way out. It had been some time since he'd seen any surviving contestants, and...
Otters At Play
The whistle sounded, and Teemu answered. The soft lullaby of waves crashing against the sand was interrupted by the plodding footsteps of a gaggle of otters. More crested the hills that bordered the shoal upon which Teemu stood, and the sound of...
Mackerel-Biotic
"Can we trust it?" "Sir?" "The biodroid, lieutenant. Can we trust it?" "Yes, Captain. Mackerel is one of our best hackers." "That's not what I asked, lieutenant. And who the hell named the pride of our weapon's division Mackerel? "Well......
Nocturnal Attrition
Silence. The sound of it permeated every crevice of the moonlit compound. A yawning darkness filled the hallways, ceding only to the starlight that trickled through the single paned windows which sat high in the walls. The Mistress was a shadow...
Spears In Space! (Part 1)
As Whitby lay on the floor of the gymnasium he found himself wishing he'd paid more attention in school. He knew there was a word for what he wanted to say, or rather think, as his mouth was rather busy hanging open in a mixture of pain and surprise;...
Pietas: Ad Honorem
_ _ _28th of Maius, 8th year of Emperor Festavious_ _ What depths shall we delve in the search for our own truth? What hells shall we endure in the hope that the flames will cleanse us of our failures? Severus; the path that has brought me here has...
Calling Card of the Mistress
Time was a construct, and days were abstract concepts designed to help discern the passage of time. As an abstract concept, days were made of nothing but the sheer will of society's claim they existed; today, however, Crisp could swear days were...
Horrors Of The Night
"I fucking hate parties." "Then why do you keep coming to them?" "...I got my reasons." The two voices floated carefree across the night-shaded dunes of the white-sanded beach. They danced over the softly lapping kisses of the ocean waves...