Fluffybutt Prose Poems: Midnight
He comes from a long line of mafia goons. He fights for the justice of his home country's citizen. He boxes blindfolded in representation of his ancestors' missing moral compass. He is Midnight, the boxer fox. "You can't put out the lights when they're...
Fluffybutt Prose Poems: Vesrynn
As little known the act of universe-hopping is to mankind, angel dragons have made unfathomable leaps, inspiring some of them to consider it a duty. Determined to restore hope to his human companion Henry, Vesrynn navigates the bleak, foggy abyss...
Next to Last
Okay, so, it goes like this. Mario is flying some kind of gaming console-turned-jetsonobile, looking down over the land of unrisen heroes, and sticking his butt out to wave at them. Sonic is hanging on the back by a chain, trying to throw darts made of...
Fluffybutt Prose Poems: Cocoa
A trail of watermelon seeds stretch across the savannah as Cocoa rolls along in his rind, leaving behind vines and patches, awaiting the sight of his six brethren. "Flavors of the Seed," he calls them, each one, through the underground meerkat network,...
Fluffybutt Prose Poem: Peppermint
Little is ever seen of Peppermint, but the fruit of her labor can be seen in the sparkling, glistening trees of Candaroo valley. Elusive as a fox, this husky watches the responses to her sugarplum trees from the safety of a thicket. Delighted children...
Fluffybutt Prose Poems: Beth
Nomadic as a wandering troubadour, Beth the Fortune Fennec drives her moose-drawn caravan from village to village, offering in exchange for jewelry mystical revelations and lemonade, although the latter is more often chosen. A shame, considering her...
Lion Lore
Okay, now, there's this pride of Lions in the Safari, and the patriarch is revving up to box the challenger in a few days. His lead wife is all jazzed because she wants to get out sexually, and she's sick of her freeloading cub pack who are all grown...
Garden Face
Something I came up with literally on the fly. A woman is reading a gardening magazine one day, coveting the yards of the wealthy snoots there in. Her husband comes in and jeers at her for acquainting her own mind with such affluent imagery. This...
War of Extremes
In antarctica, two armies of penguins get into a territorial battle. There are the penguins of the sky (The penguins who shaved off all their white feathers, also, its always night in this antarctica), and the penguins of the land (ones who shaved off...
Emulation Practice: Upstate Doggo
At his natural size, the greatest threat Harris posed was his incessant barking, however harsh on the ears that was. Christine permitted this behavior when she had guests over; she perceived in it no demonstrable harm. By stark comparison, Harris's...
Fluffybutt Prose Poem: Crumbs
The boarders do not know where they are. All they can call it is Hell. A boarding house with no apparent exit. A demented menagerie of lost souls and demons. When they aren't looking for an exit, the lost souls are having their skin ripped off them...
Detail Practice: Moto Mania
Now, Froxy was getting too busty for her bra. She was the secretary of Boxenfree Motors, but she acted like the lady overlord of her boss Stan Pete Boxenfree's life. It all came to a head when she decided to challenge his driving. "You drive like an...