Dragon Stone, Chapter 1 - Pardons

The trumpets sounded, letting the crowd know that the ceremony was about to begin. The master of ceremonies, a withered eagle wearing purple robes and carrying a staff, stepped up to the platform at the center of the stadium and sat on an ornate...

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Teddy Meets BigDaddyBuck

It happened at a rest stop off I-40 near Keystone. I had just finished gassing up when my cell phone started buzzing. I fished it out of my pocket and unlocked it. The buzzing was coming from a hook-up app, letting me know that there was someone...

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The Morning After

The light from the sunrise shines through the window and onto Claudia' face, waking her out of her restless sleep with a groan. The rabbit's head is throbbing, and her body aches. As she opens an eye slightly to stare around the unfamiliar room, the...

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Mice in the Wolves' Den

Kylie and I hold each other closely, trying not to get separated in the roiling mass of rodent bodies. In the distance, we can make out the remains of our village. Most of the buildings have been flattened, and many of the rest are on fire. As the...

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Visions of things to come

_A minute ago_ It happens so fast. One second, Aran is ambling towards the watering hole for a drink. The next second, the gazelle is ambushed by a gigantic male lion - easily the largest he's ever seen. The lion leaps straight at him. After a...

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The Village

Remus and Calpurnia spent a wonderful afternoon, snuggled up in the fruit grove, napping together. Soon, afternoon gave way to early evening, and both of them started feeling peckish again. "Feel like getting dinner?" she asks. "Great idea." ...

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In the fruit grove

"It's right over here," Jerry yells back at his friend. They round the last bend in the creek, cross over a nearby ridge, and there it is - a grove of berry bushes. All the fruit a mouse could ever hope to eat. Jerry, a brown field mouse, discovered...

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Knot Enough Time

Click. Click. Click. The young red fox hrmph'd quietly as he surfed from one channel to the next, sprawled out lazily on the living room couch. His tail thumped against the sofa in annoyance as he found one dead end after another. It seemed that the...

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