A Cold Shoulder

I wake up naked on a cold metal floor. That's usually a sign that something is very wrong, so I scramble to my feet. I'm in a tiny metal room, empty except for another nude wolf in the middle of the room. Cuffs on his wrists and ankles chain him...

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A Breathtaking Show

Decro woke up with a throbbing headache. "Oww... what the..." The wolf groaned as his vision cleared up. He was in a dark, empty room. It was cold. Where was he? His clothes were gone. His wrists were cuffed together behind his back. _Damn...

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Battery Disposal

Despite our advanced technologies and pristine spaceships, batteries are one aspect of society that never quite caught up. Sure, we could find alternative sources of energy, maybe harness the nuclear energy of stars. But corporate giants will fight...

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Nantaimori

Decro struggled, but he couldn't overpower the chefs as they pinned him down on the black rectangular block. His back was pressed against the block, and his limbs were forced back and locked into cuffs on the sides of the block. "Please-grk!" A wad...

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Product of Oblivion

Have you ever been in the clutches of oblivion? Imprisoned in a void with no escape, your mind the sole place of refuge from the emptiness around you, your thoughts the only company from the solitude beyond. But like a gramophone disk, each playback...

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The Loyal Knight

The snake in robes was tending to the herbs in his garden when Ersor found him. His back was turned, leaving him vulnerable to a surprise attack. Ersor stealthily raised his sword and took a silent step towards the snake. "You wouldn't kill an unarmed...

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Trophy of a Hero

There was an explosion. He had turned around, but there was no time to react. Black tendrils had come up to restrain him, and a wave of darkness had engulfed him. Ignition woke up with a start. Where was he? He tried to get up, but his spandex-clad...

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The Journey Home (Preview)

\<p\>This is a preview of \<i\>The Journey Home\</i\>, a published novella featuring illustrations by Chitafokkusu and characters from Rpadi. If you would like to read more, the book is available in digital and paperback formats. \<a...

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