#146 of Short Stories
A dragon waits, the gryphon wiser.
~ The dragon froze in the kitchen, arm stretched out towards the refrigerator. In the moment, he was locked between desire and self control, with neither yet the clear victor.
~ From her sprawl on the couch, the gryphon cried out with assistance. "It's not cold yet, ya' goof. It's only been like, four hours. Stop checking."
~ The dragon sighed, retreating from the kitchen and hopes of watermelon
~ The fox gazed out at the shrunken plants and dying leaves of his garden. Some portions were as though a desert, the others a swamp. All had too much or to little water; nothing had successfully grown. ~ His attention turned to the trowel in his...
~ The possum shrugged to the gryphon, his hands, fingers, and mouth a complicated nest of support and manipulation around the burrito that he was struggling to eat faster than it could fall apart. ~ "But, then why even have it on the menu?", the...
~ The kobold's gaze did not leave the screen, patches of colors glistening in the reflected glow of his scales. His hands and fingers were a nimble blur across the controls, his focus entirely muting out the mixture of music, yelling, and other sundry...