The New Goliath - Chapter Four
Chapter Four The elder wolf was a fish out of water in the kitchen. Probably the reason why he never cooked it. But as a boy he loved to fish. The slick and steady Bair Creek: the gathering spot for children those days, even the young women. A can of...
Shades of White - Part Two
The light burned red. Go sat quietly in the passenger seat of Tray's beat-up third generation Camaro Daniel had handed down to him after purchasing a new vehicle, the radio blurting out a hazy rock song. Go made it clear to the leopard that everything...
Fox Story
_It was the witching hour, nothing so crude as midnight of course. Anyone can be a witch at midnight under a full moon. It was past 3 am and he had been awoken by a hand on his shoulder, shaking him urgently. His eyes opened to an unfamiliar ceiling...
Shades of White - Part One
The eighteen year old leopard knew this for certain: the muscular jaguar entering the pool would be his first. Two distinct advantages gave him that sort of confidence. The jaguar was white, like ice; and his gaydar was more developed than a bear's...
The Games Boys Play - Chapter One
Thanks for reading my story. This is based on a silly game a friend used to participate in where you'd try to touch the other person in their love-spot. Whoever freaked out first lost! Critique is more than welcome! --- People take it too far...
Where's the Cook?
A dog's dick. It wasn't on my mind now, but it would be. And technically speaking, he wasn't no Fido you'd find sleeping at the foot of your bed or hunching a turd in the backyard. But close enough. Forty-five...
The Fox and the Hellhound
Pews lined the bright-lit nave of the church, row after row, all silent as a prayer. Zaine's footfalls echoed through the empty chamber which, just moments ago, was filled to the brim with worshipers singing hymns, speaking in tongue, shouting...
One in the Dark
Bowling pins clattered in a strike, the iridescent-green bowling ball surviving a gutter shot. A rust-furred dhole, clad in a black, dirty apron, watched as the bowler raised his arms in celebration to the cheers of his team, four of them total. They...
Bad Hobby
All he could taste was metal. He awoke. The room faded into view as if a fog lifted. He peered about, his mind fuzzy as if he had sucked the fog into his head. He wondered if he'd been nursing on a metal pole as he swished his tongue around,...
Twenty-one
**Twenty-one** The urge to pee did it for me. Third time in the past couple hours--and you know what they say about the third time. I had stumbled towards the restroom, buzzed but not intoxicated, leaving my table of friends behind who were picking...
For the Love of a Pit - Chapter 1
I didn't really pay attention in history class much, so I don't remember all the details. It's not like any of those details matter; what's done is done, what's happening is happening--now. Like the revolution of the earth and its orbit around the...
The Ad - Part One
The cheap TracFone glowed with a new number that promised danger. Hesitating for only a moment, his thumb pressed SEND, illiciting the first warbling ring that would mark the first time he'd dared take a chance at a relationship, even one he expected...