Lonesome no More
Alex stumbled wearily through the dark woods, one heavy paw grudgingly placed after the other. His oak coloured fur was tussled, bedraggled, and matted with dirt. His body was sore and aching, each step harder to take than the last. Exhausted, he...
Dog's Life
Caleb frowned as he strolled past the playground on his way back home. Sighing briefly, he walked on dejectedly. Ever since moving out, life had really battered at him, leaving him a lonesome depressed husk. Rent costs, chores and constant stress...
At Least I'm Not Cold Anymore
Jack strolled confidently between the tall pine trees of the dank forest, footfalls landing softly on the damp forest floor. His usual pale face was flushed and scrunched up in a scowl. His olive eyes were narrowed at the ground upon which he tread,...
Midnight Massacre
An obsidian sky hung over the man with a heavy overcoat that clung to his shoulders. An eerie abode soon came to view, and with huffs of condensed breaths, the man rang the doorbell. There was a low thrum of beating and jubilant ambiance that bled...
Feral Heart - Day 5
_"The image of the town was soon entwined within the overlapping branches that lined the path he trod upon, vanishing from sight. Slung across his shoulder was his rifle. On his back, the few belongings he still cared about. Around him, the soft thrum...
Feral Heart - Day 4 (2/2)
_"Missed. The blaze of fire and smoke drifted away like a parting curtain. Mark had missed. The barrel dipped to the earth, as the realization set in. There was no felled corpse, no fading life._ _The one shot that mattered, the one he had hung his...
A Literal Changing Room
**The relative coolness of the air hit Dorian's skin as he climbed out of the pool. The scent of chlorine filled the air, long familiar to him. Stretching as he stood in the tiles, he groaned. Walking over to the benches, Dorian picked up his towel,...
Hollowed Heart
"Hey boys, get a load of this." The man with the hoodie held his phone up. His friend peered at the screen and smirked. "The idiot and his bitch." A third nodded, tapping a bat on the ground. "The idiot and his bitch." 'Enjoying the new phone,...
Feral Heart - Day 4 (1/2)
_"The smoking rifle clattered to the ground._ _There was a war, but in it, there were no strategies, no combatants, no battlefields. They told him to stop, but he couldn't. His life was defined by his success and to take that away was impossible....
Feral Heart - Day 3 (2/2)
"Clods of dirt and bits of decayed leaves leapt up until the air, disturbed from their rest by the pounding of the heavy paws. It was not the sickly moonlight that guided the beast. A deeper sense, incomprehensible to the human mind, raged in every...
Feral Heart - Day 3 (1/2)
"The town was furious. They demanded retribution and there was slim chance that they'd take no for an answer. Terror had polarized the inhabitants, and all social constructs seemed to collapse in the interim, but the shift in position was swift and...
Feral Heart - Day 2
"The steely gaze clashed with the ominous, shifting woodland. Though darkness writhed within the wind propelled current which trembled across every naked, wooden limb, Mark marched on. Neither creaking wood nor ghostly whispers deterred him. This...