Battle of the Bear
The TV had been Dad's sleeping pill ever since we could remember. One night, it lost its prisoner to a swamp of a growl. Normally he would tell the blabberer to put a dirty old sock in it, or throw a beer mug. But since this noise was coming from...
Funhouse Madness Exercise
The carnival funhouse had been designed in good humor, but all it delivered was creepitude. Never mind the clown gallery or distorting mirrors. All anyone could think about was the elusive actress playing Daphne Blake. When she wasn't snooping around...
Emulation Practice: Murder, Part 2
Out in the bald valley, a rugged, burley brown fellow lifted tall granite slabs, balancing them until they accepted a perfect upright posture. The man possessed mouse-like attributes - long white whiskers, protrusive yet delicate nose, pronounced ears,...
Emulation Practice: Murder, Part 2
Out in the bald valley, a rugged, burley brown fellow lifted tall granite slabs, balancing them until they accepted a perfect upright posture. The man possessed mouse-like attributes - long white whiskers, protrusive yet delicate nose, pronounced ears,...
Emulation Practice: Upstate Doggo
At his natural size, the greatest threat Harris posed was his incessant barking, however harsh on the ears that was. Christine permitted this behavior when she had guests over; she perceived in it no demonstrable harm. By stark comparison, Harris's...
Emulation Practice: Macro Cricket
And the sun burned deep amber patches around his face, and patches of beard hair singed from the heat. All along the trail he shambled, wild animals listened to his vengeful plans, and Argo acted out his stab-desires onto cacti, and he crushed...
Detail Practice: Moto Mania
Now, Froxy was getting too busty for her bra. She was the secretary of Boxenfree Motors, but she acted like the lady overlord of her boss Stan Pete Boxenfree's life. It all came to a head when she decided to challenge his driving. "You drive like an...
Our Human Masks, Chapter 3
**Chapter 3: Peels Like Rubber** "Their names are called, they raise a paw: the bat..." ~They Might Be Giants, "Mammal" I lay paralyzed, straddling the line between sleep and wakefulness. I can never remember what I see during these moments, only...
Chapter 1: The Missing Middles
"Written up in marker on a factory sign: 'I struggle with the feeling that my life isn't mine...'" ~Coldplay, "Hurts Like Heaven" My human skin has never stayed on very well. The patches of fur around my wrist, ankles, lips, and eyelids have snuck...
Personal Introduction
Personal Introduction My name is Jordan Echoes. Let's call a spade a spade: my last name is a pun. No one else in my family is a bat, though. My parents are straight out humans, my older brother is a tyrannosaurus, my older sister is a bald eagle, and...
Ethan's Pecs
Ethan had a mean pair of pecs. His pecs were so ferocious that the president of the military academy drafted him to fight the war of the boars. Do bear in mind that the army was a practical muscle factory; more so than the gym. When you factor in the...
Fluffybutt Prose Poem: Tata Rotta
How do you fight a war when you're already dead? By sending your enemies' souls back to their rotting, crippled corpses back on Earth. Already, the firey underworld isn't tortuous enough, and a nation of especially vile souls are aiming to make it...