Beaver Bothers
Maple set the last dish on the drying rack, before draping the dishtowel along its side to dry. The beaver fidgeted on the stepstool at the sink, wondering when his much larger housemate would return home. He was a...
Crackers Don't Matter
It read: our pink-hued romance, born in this starry vacuum, breathes because of you. the bat's eyes scanned the words. ran over them. again ... again ... field's paw-writing. very neat. very organized. done in purple ink.
Clawroline: Star Snacker
Their tiny feet dangled in the air, unmoored by clawroline's vacuum breath. clawroline sucked harder. one dee lost its grip and flew back into clawroline's waiting mouth. soon after, another dee ripped back into her.
Scene II: To Begin (Lief)
He felt like he was drowning, choking on a vacuum, breathing helium as everything around him exploded. instead, he studied the fox's face, fighting the sweat that forced to break out on his own.
Symphonium
He felt like he was drowning, choking on a vacuum, breathing helium as everything around him exploded. instead, he studied the fox's face, fighting the sweat that threatened to break out on his own.