A Wild Ride
It's just another one of those nights. A lone abandoned husk of what was once a rather busy way station and rest stop back in the 60's. Now it sits watching over the vast interstate highway. The building's windows are boarded up with plywood having...
The Tale of Fuzzy: The Bus Ride (Commission)
fuzzyroo can't breathe. the thick and earthy stench of the dog's underarm crowds out all of the clean air that used to reside in the kangaroo's lungs. his whole little world becomes nothing but the heavy fumes of dog musk.
A Beginning of Sorts
The roo, like most lonely single males, kept a close eye upon the dating app that slowly eats away at his data allotment. Every ping from the phone is an urgent message that must be monitored with frantic desperation. The program is one of the hip new...