Sideswiped
Sideswiped copyright comidacomida 2023 All his life, Clay's parents had pushed the importance of a good education. Throughout high school they reiterated the need for him to go to college and get a degree-- it would open up the world for him...
Writing Prompt #3: Writing Lessons From A Censor
Type: Prose Length: \< 500 words Description: You're walking in the woods. There's no one around and your phone is dead. Out of the corner of your eye you spot them: a big hulking werewolf. WRITING LESSONS FROM A CENSOR Nihil obstat....
Forward
There was something to be said about how fast a day can go bad. I had been sleeping on my bed, sheets wound tightly around me, keeping me warmth while the AC kept the room cold. Then, my sister had barged inside my room way too early in the morning....
Can or Cantor
Can or Cantor copyright comidacomida 2020 Noah used to think that summer time was the perfect opportunity for vacation in California. Living in the San Fernando Valley meant that his family was less than twenty minutes from Six Flags and they...
A worse time
"Don't you dare use it Kevin, don't you fucking dare us that blue shell," screamed Kial, the beagal. "Oh I am fucking doing it," Kevin retorted. The corgi unleashed the power of blue shell on Kial in the lead, putting Kail's driver in the air as...
A Simple Dinner
The tiger jiggled the locks on his windows. Troy slowly inspected his apartment, idly stepping over a tripwire on his way to the security system. His clawed fingers tick-tacked on the keyboard while he ran a diagnostics check of his security cameras....
Writing Prompt #2 - "The Endless Night"
“We must perform the divination now.” Five hooded solismages standing within as many equally spaced pedestals raised their hands to the sky in supplication, welcoming the warm embrace of the Sun’s rays shining down upon them. On the main dais...
Memories for Cash
I walked up to the kiosk after waiting for what felt like hours. My legs were stiff. My tail felt sore from how it repeatedly curled in anticipation. The melancholic frown curving down my usually bright Labrador muzzle stayed permanent, even as the...
Monster May Day 11: Cerberus
“How about this one?” Asked Russel with a deep bass voice, his hands holding a crimson shirt against his chest. “I think it goes well with the pants, red on black.” “No, it does not go well with your fur, besides it’s cold tonight, so that shirt won’t...
Black Fifteen
Another of my writing group's weekly prompts. This was last week's, and it was "Where do we go from here?" I suspect most people went a completely different route, and I don't blame them, but I decided to go with something more light-hearted! If...
Sample Service Top
I woke up early in the morning, sporting an incredible dog bone. My first instinct was to jerk myself off until the post-nut clarity kicked in. However, experience reminded me not to do it, I had to settle for my fingers giving the leaky red tip a few...
Coach Hard-Ass
Coach Hard-Ass By Domus Vocis "Kevin Fleischer? Fucking hell, is that you?" "Wow, it's been years, huh? It's good to see you again!" "I barely recognized you since high school!" Those were among the most common phrases my classmates told me....