Storm Drain
"What am I doing?" Max clenched his fists, his heart pounding so fiercely that he thought it might explode. Run away, run away, every fiber of his being screamed. He hadn't been seen yet. It was past four o'clock on Friday, all the teachers and...
Thanksgiving
"Benjamin, come downstairs! See who's here!" The shrill and anxious voice went unheeded as I balanced precariously on the back two legs of my chair, propped up by my hooves pressing against the edge of my desk. My shorts and boxers were stretched out...
Peanut Butter
"Hey, Mom, can I invite some company over?" A completely innocuous question, but time halted for several moments as Emily turned and gazed down at her son, her arm frozen in the air, comb pulling at her light brown hair. In all the years the boy had...
The Swirlie
Going to the bathroom had been a mistake. As Max gazed into his reflection, terrified and protesting, in the porcelain bowl, growing nearer by the millisecond, time slowed, giving him time to reflect on the past five minutes. He should've known this...
Next Door
It's not a day that I'd soon forget, for it was the beginning of the end of my life, the first step towards an inescapable gravity well, sending me plummeting from the graces of God. Granted, He and I were never the most communicative of intimates,...
Rainsplatter
Excerpt #52 Today had promised to be just a regular Tuesday. That damned alarm missed its buzz again, so I got to wake up thanks to sunlight peering through my curtains, heating up the bed. I can't sleep when it's hot, and goddamn, maybe I suck at...
A Throwup and Pieces
~Pssshhttt Pssshtttttt~ Erii took a step backwards, a grin spreading from his gray muzzle up to his white cheeks while he admired his handiwork, a throwup of his own design on one of the graffiti covered walls in the alleyway. His finger lightly...
The First Encounter
"C'mon, Ben! Just one game, please?" "No, I really have to study! I have midterms next week. You should be studying, too, you know." I cast a glance back towards my brother, his fingers tugging at the sleeve of my hoodie. Despite being my twin,...
Graffiti
"What the hell is this?" Samuel Makovitch, Hitmonchan, Executive Officer of the Makovitch Research Institute of Natural Sciences, jabbed his gloved fist towards a brick wall covered by gratuitous amounts of graffiti. "How in the hell am I supposed to...
Date on a Full Moon
"Son of a bitch!" A slew of other expletives followed the slur as Vulpes gazed into her bathroom mirror, comb in paw. Before her, scattered on the counter, were a mix of different hair, fur and nail products, most old and well used. Her paws worried...
An Apology
~Oliver Danfort, please report to the Office. Oliver to the Office.~ The blaring announcement over the PA shook me rudely from my daydream, and I almost fell out of my desk. Whispers and giggles erupted around me, and it was hard to hide my...
The Walk Home
"Oliver, for the last time, stop tapping and put the pen down, or I'm going to send you down to the office." Mrs. K's sharp voice startled me, and I bolted up right, the pen clattering to the floor. Hushed giggles erupted around me. I could feel the...