Quiet lives, peaceful lives
Bren entered his apartment - a crappy cheap place in the crappy cheap part of town. He closed his door and, with a reluctant sigh, he closed it again. And again. And once more. He finally gave up and locked it, reminding himself to fix it up later when...
E-mails from the hound-master
Dear Dylan Jenkins, First off I would like to introduce myself. My name is Hector Gonzales. I'm glad you've decided to seek help during your "transition" and chose us. I am assigned to be your hound-master. Although the term is quite antiquated (and...
[Commission] Hazbin Hotel presents - Angel Dust in: "A tight schedule"
-WOW! - Angel Dust screamed out, just after snorting a line of crushed extasy in the women's bathroom. -That's some good shit! He bashed a fist against the wall and stomped his leg a few times. -Damn! This sure hits hard! He took out a...
[Commission] Prehistoric Podiatric Idolatry 2: The Quest
A spinosaurus - a great beast, like many other. It stood by its' lonesome next on the riverside, quenching its' powerful thirst. Slow and heavy, it dunked its' head under the raging waters and emerged, in its maw a fish fighting against the beast. The...
[Commission] Mailhorse delivery service - The rise of radical individualism and how it can affect your sister's butt
Some days were good. On those days Marble would get up as the roosters started to sing. She would brush her teeth, fix her hair, have breakfast and work the day away. In the afternoon she would help Ma with deliveries to town, while Limestone helped Pa...
[Commission] The Foxtrot experiment
"Sir. She's down." HYPNOS agents stormed the street, surrounding Renamon. Rika tried to get to her, but the little girl was no match for the heavily armored guards. The girl screamed for her digimon and Renamon's eyes lit up. She jumped to her...
[Commission] Prehistoric Podiatric Idolatry
With one hand, the hunter combed back his hair and stood in wait for his prey. It was early in the morning, the sun hidden behind the thick layers of clouds. The morning dew had passed, leaving the ground wet and the dirt soft. The Hunter tightened his...
Gutpunch 11: Intrusive Bibliophilia and how to ruin date night
A wolf walked cheerfully through the streets. The town of Brin, although relatively small, had quickly increased its populace due to a boom in trade and the town itself made for an excellent middle stop for passing merchants from the East to the West...
FOR A WISH
FOR A WISH Prologue: The Gatekeeper A rabbit exited the maze, her hood shielding her from the rain. She stood in front of her final destination - the Tower. A black obelisk piercing the sky, its peak unseen. Asha gritted her teeth and charged towards...
Ileum collision - Betrayals and lies: The ballad of the bounty hunter
In the vast desert, one would be forgiven if they saw only the harshness of the sand and the torment of the sun. But, if provided with an adequate tracker and geographer, one could potentially and most likely find a little piece of Heaven, located...
Gutpunch 3 - Cave adventures and thrill quenchers; or how the prospect of money, cryptozoology and semi-bestiality can rekindle old friendships
A harsh wind blew through the forests of the Yunder mountain, bringing with the omen of a blizzard. Atilus, a heavily robed white fox, trekked between the trees, stumbling up and down on the uneven road. He turned back, his eyes scanning the path he...
Gutpunch 8 The fall and rise of Raeder Non-Applicable and the critters of Brin
Outlaw Planet A wolf yelled out from the back alleys. The town of Brin, although relatively small, had quickly increased its populace due to a boom in trade and the town itself made for an excellent middle stop for passing merchants from the East to...