[SCRAP] An Argument With "God"
You stagger back from the booming voice that fills your head. Though the creature does not move its mouth, its 'voice' is around and 'in' you, permeating the creature's surroundings. The once-angel stands, still surveying her transfigured self in...
[SCRAP] Tangling With A Twisted Angel
Amidst the stinking fox-folk, another being stands out for wearing clothing that, even had her feathered wings not given her away, is certainly Angelic in origin; too clean and bright to even fit in with the dusky glade and its dirty denizens. She too...
[SCRAP] Factions: Hot Spring Curse Foxes
"I don't know if I want to go through with this." says a man with a muzzle pushing from his face. Bits of his hair have already shed away to reveal a fox's furry skull--one of his ears has already enlarged into that of the same species, leaving the...
[SCRAP] Towers of Heaven Come Crashing Down
The sky has been pierced, as Heaven's bastions collapse one by one into the realm below. The sky that was once blue has taken a red hue, and become filled with holes like shattered glass; beyond which lies only blackened emptiness. How the change came...
[SCRAP] Magical Rapture!
The year and time are unknown. The world? Yours and mine. Heaven has come crashing down to earth; the Christian Rapture has come at last! Only, the heavenly cosmos was not ready for joining hands with its creations down on Earth! It was not the...
Forelorn
So what is this judgement that you seek to pass? Invisible world, unheard of, unseen. Only spoken and written--legacy of a man. Thirteen years ripped out. Thirteen. Twelve of them were yours, one turned on you. So they speak of you like a legend,...
Agnosticism
Are you the artist? Can you say? Or has that too gone, run away? It seems that time has come once more, Our respects again to pay. The way is clouded, dark, and bleary, As your eyes grow tired and weary, The road grows crooked, steep, and...
Diary of a Furry and Would-Be-Werefox Sufferer, Entry One
First of all, my name is Anthony Lutz, and I'm writing this for two reasons: One because I can't sleep... the terrible allergy that I suffer has stricken my skin with all kinds of myriad tingles, every hair becoming like a live ant, biting into my...
The War Inside
Your dignity, it's safe to say, Has swiftly gone and flown away. The beast in you has gone to pay Respects to her once more. She's neither dead--no, nor departed, It's just the fire that she's started, In your heart to burn away, All else and...
Eau de Kitsune
A pretty girl, the stink of fur: a trollop and an unwashed cur? No: she smiles, she has her way, with men she visits day to day. She slinks about in leaves and vines, Comes closer to you, and she pines, To taste of you--of humankind. She's...
Some Thoughts About Myself, Humanity, And Furries.
Yes, I do think that we can be boisterous, overly bold, and write shaggy-dog stories. Yes, I do think that we are longing, lustful humans, many of which have been deprived of company for far too long. Some of us can be mean, cruel, teasing, taunting,...
Carnality
Day in, day out, without another way. I stare up at her on the wall as if I'm trying to say: "I want you to come off that sheet and share this life with me." It's cruel, it's cold, it's reality, that takes her far from me. It's some girl's...