"Cops"
Marcus sighed contentedly as the front door swung shut behind him. After hanging his keys on the ring, he lifted the strap of his bag from his shoulder, immediately placing it on the nearest coat hanger to be forgotten for at least a couple of hours....
Demons
"That would have sucked, man..." It suddenly occured to Reis that he had been conscious for a time. The blue-grey wolfdog was vaguely aware of the hyena leaning against the wall beside him, though the pounding in his skull, paired with a deafening...
A Slight Change of Heart
As his last superbark continued to resonate deep within the labyrinthine storm-sewer tunnels of Calico's weapons research facility, Bolt felt a sense of gratification as it slowly faded into silence. He inhaled deeply, relaxing his stance as the only...
Rewriting History PT 2 - Counting Sheep
Part 2 - Counting Sheep Fagin's houseboat remained calm and uneventful, for the most part. Fagin had fallen asleep in his airplane seat, Rita paced and wandered aimlessly about the large cabin, Einstein slumbered deeply in his cubby, Francis...
Rewriting History PT 3 - Tied
Rita woke to the cheerful, yet modest rays of late morning, which penetrated through the small portholes in the wall before plastering large, bright ovals across the floorboards. She had no issues with gathering the initiative to sit up and stretch,...
Rewriting History PT 1 - The Catalyst
Dodger trotted through the crowded streets of New York, humming to himself merrily as he weaved through the legs of businessmen, children, hippies, and everyone in between. He kept his head on a swivel, scanning the busy area for opportunity. The...