A Binding Agreement
For those who have read my story "A Sweet Lesson," this is sort of a sequel. Some little time has passed, and Stripes (a Sonic-world based character owned by Stripes-the-Raccoon on FA, and who asked me to write this story) has become more trusting and...
Character Vignette -- Rainy Day Fund
What follows is one of my writing warm-up exercises, to write about a rainy day. To describe it, I put myself into a character and decided to find out just who he is. I think he's interesting enough to show up in another somewhere. I'm just not quite...
A Sweet Lesson
----------------------------------------------- # A Sweet Lesson _(This one's just for you, my favorite little 'coon!)_ No one could ever get a description of him, short of the words _black, brown, raccoon,_ and _fast,_ apart from an entire...
Story Segment -- Impossible Things
In a smooth place in clean grass, I visualized what I needed. I took off my clothes and set them neatly to one side. The breeze around me was chill; it helped me to cool my emotions. From one pouch, I poured corn meal into a secure circle around...
The Sexiest Fox in Pouncefield
Feverishly, lovingly, the fox rubbed his fingers through the black wolf's headfur, caressing, telling in touch the words that he no longer has the presence of mind to say aloud...
Dialog -- You Have Stayed Too Long.txt
As I have described in my profile, some of the writing that I put up here comes from writing exercises, drafts, vignettes, and so forth. Following is a dialog, overheard illicitly, quoted here to give some tiny bit of hope to those of us who think that...
Exercise -- Write about what's under your house
As I explain in my profile, I may upload snippets, pieces, writing exercises that have a small life of their own. This is one such exercise, sparked by the idea of writing about what's underneath the house that I live in. Not what I...
Ever I Saw Your Face
This is the story I'm not sure I should write, or even if I _can_ write it. Some memories are so intense, so personal, that to set them down on paper (or electronic document or whatever) may somehow crystallize the memory into something that can only...
The Children's War
Sunday - the day after Aleksandr's magnificent dance (and our first kiss) - I awoke slowly out of a sleep that I honestly didn't think I'd have. After Aleksandr left, I began to think that I'd break into a rendition of "I Could Have Danced All Night,"...
Promise Kept
"Hey, browncoat." "Hi!" The young tiger's heart enacted the necessary clichés of flopping about inside the chest, and he felt himself blush under his fur from tip to toes. He gripped the cell phone just a bit harder, as if to hug the lion on the...
What's Past is Prologue
The deep crimson snout that poked itself through the open front door of the less-than-modest house sniffed both purposefully and whimsically, detecting scents of Saturday on the crisp morning air and, satisfied that the morning was the correct one and...
Conversations
"Has he said anything?" "Not a word for the past few hours at least." "Did they give him too much tranquilizer?" "They had to control him just to get a blood sample. I'm betting PCP or worse. The tranq shouldn't screen anything in the system." "Are...