Sylvie: Chapter Five
Sylvie woke the next morning with the sun. She hated waking this early but her body dictated its schedule and there was little she could have done considering the time she went to bed. Looking out the window shown the dawn hadn't even completely chased...
Sylvie: Chapter Four
Sylvie woke to a pounding on the door. A look at the clock beside the bed showed it to be 8 AM on the dot. Growling, she pulled herself up, wiping the drool from the side of her mouth as she stumbled down the hallway, trying to pull a t-shirt over her...
Sylvie: Chapter Three - Part Two
Sylvie stood at the door with her bags and turned to wave when Tiffany honked the horn and drove away. They'd hit up two stores and the tiger had offered her suggestions on what Sylvie should wear to work. Sylvie wasn't sure about a couple of the more...
Fading
You scrabble for your phone with your opposite hand; your usual hand is doing something unusual and is not available. Of course, it would be helpful if your hand wasn't wet and you could actually hold on to something. Finally, digging nails into the...
Sylvie: Chapter One
Sylvie sat on the bench feeling frustrated and ready to cry. Three job interviews in two days had lead to nothing but wasted time and, with rent due in a week, she had little prospect of getting the money by next Friday. True, she could ask her mother,...
Sylvie: Chapter Eleven
The shower the next morning took a little longer than usual as she remembered the dreams she'd had. Having virtually no friends growing up had made her rely upon herself for entertainment and one way she found of doing so was becoming a lucid dreamer....
Sylvie: Chapter Ten
Her sitting around the previous night doing nothing had been both a help and a hindrance. Riding on the bus, she reflected on how much more emotionally relaxed she was but the stiffness in her neck - either from watching the screen of the computer for...
Sylvie: Chapter Nine
The morning greeted her with less pain in the legs but more in the head. A headache had taken up residence, likely due to the dreams she'd been having. In one, Bruce didn't make it to the party room in time and she'd been forced to dance while the...
Sylvie: Chapter Eight
The bus ride to work was interesting insofar as at one stop a group of rowdy and drunk soccer fans climbed aboard, rode for a block, then hopped off before one of them threw up. The rest of the passengers shared nervous looks and chuckles, including...
Sylvie: Chapter Two - Part 2
The music changed and the lights lowered, pulling her attention to the stage. A vaguely tribal bass line played and a striped golden leg poked out from between the curtains, a beaded-fringed mini-skirt doing a poor job of hiding the g-string beneath...
Sylvie: Chapter Three - Part One
The documentary on the coy wolf was wrapping up while she sopped up the remainder of the egg yolk with her toast. Ferals always fascinated her, especially the hybrids. Sure, most anthros could reproduce with each other, but doing so between ferals was...
Sylvie: Chapter Two - Part One
Her stomach was filled with butterflies as she sorted through the boxes of clothes for something to wear. She'd been in the city for months but still had yet to unpack, had yet to find a job which wasn't be more than temporary. Even all her furniture,...