What I Expected (rough)
_Since this isn't a bunch of animal people...this is a work of fiction. All events and characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental._ Painting their nails had always calmed...
How Many? (rough)
_Since this isn't a bunch of animal people...this is a work of fiction. All events and characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental._ "Oh for pete's sake, quit fretting,"...
Unimportant Verse 5
"Comrade" would I call you, and "brave," and "fierce" and "true". "Lovely" have I called you, and hope but to live up to the example which you set for me. So, comrade, onward, ever onward. I know I cannot hope to offer much but word on cloying...
02 - Hostess
Elise was the first into the living room when Aaron opened the door, exposing his wife, the Centerpiece to the rest of the party. In one sense, this was a rather muted presentation. Rather than an elaborate bondage setup, a feature of some of the...
Chapter Nine
It took AwDae just under two hours to find the microphone. The first hour was spent searching the auditorium thoroughly. Ey searched by walking around clapping and humming, then singing songs half-remembered from productions ey had helped with in the...
Chapter Seven
AwDae slowly picked emself up off of the floor, staggering to eir feet in the middle of a long row of lockers. Ey hardly felt weak, but the shock to the system of being in the tech booth and theater sim, and then suddenly being back in high school was...
At His Whim
Oh god. Oh god oh god oh god. How the fuck did I wind up here? Okay, cat, come on, you can do this. Mind's all sorts of hazy, but just need to keep track of things, try and remember back to where things got started. Oh god, so full...how does...oh...
Centerpiece
"Hey E," Aaron mumbled, the cat nudging the turn signal lever up to make his way toward the right lane. "Mmm?" Erin peeked up from her book to see how far they'd made it into their journey. Still about twenty minutes. She lowered her gaze once...
For Dwale
Beneath that evening's breeze the sickly sweet And brazen scent of countless flow'rs Awoke inside of you a darkened sleep Of dreams dug deeper than the soil. Oh, we are waking minds who missed that scent! ...
What Remains of Yourself
Boots? Check. Knee-high stompers with buckles from ankle to top. Dark enough brown to pass for black. Cradled the paws oh-so-nicely. Leggings? Check. Clingy and stretchy, form-fitting. Dark enough red to pass for brown. Showed off those big,...
Motes Played — Chapter 1
She died at play, Gamboled away Her lease of spotted hours, Then sank as gaily as a Turk Upon a Couch of flowers. Her ghost strolled softly o'er the hill Yesterday, and Today, Her vestments as the silver...
Motes Played — Chapter 4
Motes played. She played on precipices. She played along the knife's edge. She played at the point of a sword, at the barrel of a gun. She played with death. She– No. Motes was played _with._ She was toyed with. She was dangled by the...