Twee Sitting

> He woke from his nap, yawned and stretched, and the excited spark of mischief was rekindled in his eyes as the fox-lion flashed square green glasses onto his muzzle. At ten years old, he shouldn't have to take naps anymore,...

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Fabulam Vulpeculi - The Fox's Tale

Fabulam Vulpeculi - The Fox's Tale by Athalon **A patient and studious cat once told me a wonderful story. It was in Latin, for the cat was indeed quite learned, back in the days when scholars (especially fastidious ones like cats) preferred...

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Feed the Hungry, Heal the Sick

Feed the Hungry, Heal the Sick by Athalon> A fevered wolf self-snuggled the quilted robe around his sweatered fur, settling in with winter stillness to receiving arms, the padded wingback close before a solitary dying fire. His...

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Homecoming

Homecoming by Athalon> The early moon, its soul retched and hollow, cast the lonely, low, November sky - a lost and sodden orphan, thrashing and struggling - into the reckless, restless waves of the cold North Atlantic. I shivered, helpless, in the...

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Big Brother's Room

Big Brother's Room by Athalon> It was dark when I awoke, alone and small, in my room. Mom and Dad were surely asleep, and the whole house itself dozed quiet. With eyes closed tight, it huddled as under sheltering blankets, while the night breeze of the...

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Dessert After

> The last exam of first semester was finally done that day. Late December darkness - precipitous: the early snowy cast of evening - vacated the chilly windows of the lofty city apartment which Aaron's folks had rented him. A heavy pawload of textbooks...

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Boxed Lunch

> An exhausted college lynx climbed worn wooden stairs, tail thumping quietly as it dragged from tread to splintered tread, his spotted yellow coat slowly going brown and grey by stripey turns. Afternoon light the color of urban weariness dodged and...

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Foxophilia

Foxophilia by Athalon> So I was sitting in disgrace on the cement garden step that soggy morning, as Autumn drained towards the Winter of my teenage discontent. Doing nothing, a droopy-eared drop out, a bent-whiskered waste: a tool. My big brother...

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