Very angry, this one... [WIP]
A buff wolf exhales a puff of smoke as he drags his feet across the sand of the golden beach. He looks down at the now stub of a cigarette, and tosses it on the ground. He now leaves this story, because this is not a story about him, but about the...
Bittersweet (WIP)
The forbidding winter wind tore at the vigor of whoever was trapped in its breadth, chilling them to the bone and leaving them but a shell of who they were. Anyone enthralled in the wind and snow was faced with the challenge of getting out or getting...