Toothless Goes Courting: Chapter 3
Chapter 3 Nothing improves breakfast like a little entertainment. I try to be the best alpha I can be, to always be on the lookout for ways I can keep my flock happy. That said, there are certain things I just can't do. The old alpha, the good...
Toothless Goes Courting: Chapter 1
**Toothless Goes Courting** Chapter 1 The cold woke me. I resisted, clinging to sleep with a paw draped over my eyes, but the stone beneath me was already chilly and I couldn't keep up the pretense for long. With a weary smack of my lips, I...
Toothless Goes Courting: Chapter 2
* * * Toothless Goes Courting Chapter 2 It was early, and the sun was only beginning to chase away the cold that clung to the island colony. It was better inside the nests, where clever human wood-shaping traps the heat of our fires and theirs to...
Inherited Tastes: Chapter 2
Margaret Kowalski had lived in the trailer park for eleven years, and she was leaving the same way she'd arrived — angry, hauling boxes, and blaming everyone else for her problems. Larry stood in the doorway of her double-wide, clipboard tucked under...
Inherited Tastes
The trailer park looked the same as it always did — same cracked asphalt road, same patchy lawns, same collection of double-wides and single-wides with their rusted skirting and plastic lawn chairs. Cory shifted in the passenger seat of his mom's...
Lions and Landlords
------------------------Landlords, Lions, and the Need for Friends------------------------ The apartment meetings were never long — just enough time for Jessie to hand out updates and remind everyone to stop flushing weird things. Nobody really wanted...
Stall 3
\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* Part 1 \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* The shop smelled like coffee and motor oil most of the time—Emile's father had always insisted...
The Gnoll and the Apothecary
The boundary between human land and gnoll territory wasn't marked by any sign or fence — just a thickening of the trees, a change in the quality of silence. The villagers called it the Deepmarch. They said the gnolls patrolled it. They said anyone who...
Every Other Friday
Walter woke to his alarm and the particular hum of anticipation that came with every other Friday. Tonight. He silenced his phone and lay there for a moment, staring at the ceiling, the duvet heavy across his chest. He'd dreamt - vaguely, in...