Dancing Away the Human - A Poem
#1 of owletrons' scrap book a short poem about not caring if you're any good at moving your feet. best consumed slowly and while listening to a good song. i don't plan on sharing many poems, but i find they can be fun to write if an idea comes to you.
The Sex Scene - A Poem
#2 of owletrons' scrap book embellishment is a helluva drug.
Housepets: Iambic Pent-Up Peanut
This is an exercise in "owletron, just because it's hard to do doesn't make it a good idea!" i apologize in advance. enjoy the ride.edit: here is a link to the art that come out of the conversation below. fun fact: it was originally just a sketch.
Housepets: Pass the Bechdel Test - Illustrated
Tarot's phone buzzed. Like a grain of sand that tipped the scale, she was spurred to close her book and stand. Peanut sending a text was all she could have hoped for. "Check out this buffalo!" Peanut sent. He had taken a selfie, head against the...
Housepets: Can Sleep
Polyamory meant Grape had to learn the meaning of the word "dogpile." She shifted among the limbs and blankets and pillows on the floor. The couch couldn't fit them. Peanut never stayed still for long, often pressing against her back to spoon her, but...
Housepets: Can't Sleep
Thunder boomed outside. It was close enough to send rumbles through the house, rain splattering on the windows. Grape turned in her bed. A moment later, she heard her door open. She tried to ignore it, but once the steps started becoming distinct, she...
Housepets: Spooky Sensations
## 1 * * * ## Grape thought it was cute when he acted oblivious. No matter how much she stole glances down, Peanut would look at her eyes when she spoke. He wasn't the type to address her hints until they were right under his snout, preferably with...
Housepets: Get What They Always Wanted
### ### Part 1 * * * King was getting used to experiencing life differently. The ceiling stopped feeling so high, and the carpet that his heels currently dragged through: so low. He was never very strong, so getting pulled along wasn't too much...
Housepets: Talk Dirty
Lester sits low behind screens of dragons. The basement has one lamp on, backlighting the players. He speaks in a low voice, painting a picture of knights and wizards, ruined castles and smoldering forests. "After the war, Harnos leveraged for...
The Naked Singularity
It was a shame things weren't going to work out between us. We complimented each other, both smart in different ways. Perfectly cynic and real. It would have easily lasted till we were old and bitter. She sipped a cocktail. I had an iced tea. I...
Cat On The Keyboard
The preview popped up. Oh god, my hair! I licked my paw and tried to flatten it back. After a few swipes, the mess cooperated enough for me to accept my appearance and join the lecture. My professor for this class was talking already....
Housepets: Early Honeymoon
Lois's paws wrapped around me, petting the fur on my cheeks. "Maybe we can just pretend we're married, as a treat," the bobcat said. I let out a laugh. Her smug kitty face was right in front of mine. "Oh? And what did you have in mind?" My...