Planter's Day Night
The air is crisp and fresh as you walk, scented like rain from last night's downpour. You're in no hurry as the sluggish breeze flows through your fur. The sun shines brightly, but not harshly like it may come summer. Indeed, the spring's sun is...
More Than Friends
Your name is Antony Y. Mous, although the ones who know you call you Anon. You're 21 years old, have been out in world since you were 19, and had broken free of a years long depression about six months ago. Your secret; you got into religion. You...