Water
Most people generally agree that water is tasteless, but I would disagree. Science suggests so: perfectly potable water is refreshing but lacks any sort of flavour. I'm not talking about infusions or teas, nor am I talking about those weird-tasting,...
Chase
Well, it had just been another usual night working in the bar for the German shepherd until it happened. The night was a warm one. The stars were powdering the sky in a cacophony of abstract colours and shapes, twinkling happily together as the moon...
Goodnight, Winston
He's fallen asleep; another bottle of beer hits the floor. The sloshing of liquid inside is a sound all too familiar to him; in his reality, it's like the breeze on a hammock or the muffling of water in a dive. Comfortable. But outside of his world,...
Ketchup Crisps
"So, what's your favourite smell?" asked Attica as we walked. "Really? We've run out of conversation starters already and we're onto _smells_?" remarked Grey with a little grin. "You can tell a lot about a person from their favourite smell. Yours is...
The Lion Inside
In a quiet London coffee shop, where the cups clink and stools scrape enters a brilliant tall lion who wears his suit and tie proudly Naturally, he is out of place, and the quiet shop hums slowly to anger exclaiming that he doesn't belong and...
Spare Part's Graveyard
I wanted to yell out, to scream for help, but I simply sat there on the floor; I was dumbfounded and humiliated just enough to silence me. I sat there, limp and still. I sat there, holding back tears, as the thick air of the woods seemed to taunt...
Frontal Lobe Damage
Dusk used to be my favourite time of day. I sought relentlessly for a scent or a feeling that would remind me of the vivid memories attributed to it, each one something I wished I could re-experience, something I wished I could just live in forever and...
Adventure Is Out There!
To be absolutely disloyal, but force others into trusting you--that is the ultimate goal of the Furfaros. Be fearful, but not enough to paralyse the enemy. Be strong, but just enough to make them suffer. Anger may in time change to gladness... but a...
The Duck in the Bath
I had always longed to go to school. I realise that's quite abnormal, but the whole idea of being with other teens all going through their crises of life, being pinned against lockers and robbed blind, and drinking milk in the cafeteria all appealed to...
The Bar at the End of Time
My father had grounded me for leaving, which was something I had become accustomed to. After all, there wasn't a lot of difference between being locked in a house and being locked in a room. I ate my meals on my sofa, slept through most of the day,...
Meeting Him
Freedom was... muddy. I remember staring down at my little stumpy legs, a thick streak of mud entangled in my bushy fur all the way from my shins, over my knees, and up to my thighs. Somehow, it had even gotten onto my cargos, the pockets smeared with...
A Little Situation
I stare up at the darkening sky above me. My ears throb, flicking softly, and my neck jerks awkwardly with every harsh, heavy beat of my heart. It pounds in my chest, tightening with each shuddery breath I take in. I pull the cold, frosty air into my...