Brazen Bull
Morwin's paws clambered across the cold stones of one of the castle's many hallways. The mouse had been called away from her cleaning duties to perform a special task for Lord Greenemane himself. Her mind danced with the possibilities of what he could...
On the Prowl
"I'm tirrrrrreeed." "Sam, come on." "My feet are tired, my legs are tired, my tail is tired, my everything is tired." "We're nearly to the trail!" "We've been 'nearly there' for a hour," Skipp complained. Shiela paused. She was hiking...
First Day in Hell
"So how'd you die?" "Oh, Hit and run, I think," said Arly. She was a mouse girl with light grey fur; she was wearing the clothes she had on when she died, and she guessed she always would be. That black skirt was alright. That ironic t-shirt...