A Young Ballade, and Naive
The garden is in heavy bloom. Beneath serene cerulean sky The flowers leave not even room For hurried ants to scurry by. And even when they richly die Slow fruit shall swell where once they grew, Delightful both to taste and eye: But I would...
Part VIII - The Heart is Just a Muscle
God knew where his shirt had been all day, but he wrestled off his jeans and boxers the second the door shut behind him. "Get your slave ass in here," Sam's growl drifted from the living room, "now." Leo scrambled. If nothing else, Sam clearly knew...
Fumigantlocology Compendium
(Originally published - Oct 2nd 2021) Was thinking about this all day, and while I can't really make predictions about the precise way things in The Smoke Room are going to end, I think I can rank which routes are more likely that other to be the...
Sing In Me, Holy One, and Through Me
As far as Bethany Smith was concerned, the Oregon Trail could go and fuck itself. Probably it'd go to Oregon to do that. That was where it seemed to be determined to get to, God knows why, but she wasn't particular: the trail could fuck itself anywhere...
An Alien in Our Midst
As rob macwolf ([https://rob-macwolf.sofurry.com/)](https://rob-macwolf.sofurry.com/)) suggested when opening submissions, this story is one that i "wish i'd had, when i was first coming out."
Part V - No Laws to Treat My People Ill
"Oh it was fascinating, the seminar on impasto technique actually came to blows! Between the Van Gogh faction and the Rembrant fans!" judging from the stoat's tone this was wonderful news. "Convention security had to taser three different...
Part VI - These Waters That Reflect No Stars
Will reached his and Sam's room to find Leo's jeans, shirt, and boxers folded on the floor at the foot of the bed. The wolf himself was naked, on his knees, beside them. "Uh," Leo began nervously, "you didn't say whether I was to kneel, sir,...
Tradewind Vs. Accord
Emily set down her cardboard tray. "We should do this more often." Seth and Martin both hesitated. She had to hand them each their own coffees, grumbling as she did. "Can't you read the names on the sides of the cup? It's not that hard." "I was...
Son of Rumors
The official position of the Sheriff's office was that there was no need to keep a particularly close eye on The Stag. A gentlemen's club and dive-bar inside a converted barn on the outskirts of Echo Arizona, the Stag served a rough clientele, mostly...
An Act of Seidhr
I was born to those who loathed me, although they did not yet know it Taught hymns unto a god who would delight in my destruction. Confirmed and consecrated to religion that despised me. Yet I am blamed for leaving it. The fathers call me...
Initial Survey of Quaisholm Cave Paintings, Origin Unknown, presumed Upper Mesolithic
The sunset lit the hills behind him. The breeze lifted the trees over him. And the path stretched out before him. Others of his tribe, maybe, would have said there was no one else there. Sana knew better. Not quite twelve days ago, one of the young...
Part XIV - Pity's Long-Broken Urn
The desert smelled so familiar. He didn't remember much of El Salvador. A few images of the rooms of a house, but even those he couldn't be sure if they were memories of real things, or memories of imagining what memories of real things might have...