Portrait of the Autist
The coldest winter never bit so coldly at the young man's flesh, as the winter in his heart did. The organ most often associated with love, compassion, and life was to him, at least, devoid of that symbolism. A whirlpool raged calmly at the open...
The Ideal Furry
The Ideal Furry The ideal furry... -doesn't resent the human race -doesn't depict "anthros" as the pinnacle of purity and overall good-guyness - accepts all forms of criticism no matter how harsh - honestly tries to improve...
White Whine
#3 of bottled whine sorry if the editing is a little sloppy. got a call that an aged relative is not doing well (102 years old), so i am heading out the door after i upload this. not sure when i will be back on. hope you enjoy this story.
Colliewood & Whine
Dogs packed the theatres when a volpino movie was showing, and a glimpse of his fluffy tail bouncing down whine street was enough to bring fans and autograph hunters out in full cry.
Of Whine and Roses
#4 of bottled whine yeah, so one day i was downstairs jacking off to some porn. mom and dad had gone out for a while, and i figured since daryl wasn't here, i'd entertain myself in my own special fashion.
Red Whine
#1 of bottled whine this is likely to be the last story for a while. even if i do write others, i think i will let them sit for a while. my favorite thing about living at home is... nothing.
Zeynep and Sylvie
The singalong had reached that zenith that marked every week, when Roland was up on the bar and singing enthusiastically along with 'The Fisherman's Bait,' his own bawdier-than-usual interpretation. Tansy was alongside him, the elegant black poodle who...
Goldbug
The storage shed for the Brass Bull was located at the back of the lot behind the inn, on the other side of the herb garden that had a few smaller light spheres on sticks dotted around it. It was built up against the cavern wall and it was always damp,...
Office
The silence, patterned with the scratching of pens and squeak of highlighters, was broken by the ring of an empty metal coffee pot being dragged across the table. "We're out of coffee," the hyena across the table observed, rubbing her forehead. The...
Lioness 3
Ray had dumped her clothes out on the bed and was reorganizing them. The dorm room had just a few drawers built into the wall on her side, plenty for her modest needs. It was a \_big\_ room, still laid out in that institutional style that she...
Lioness 2
Ray had dumped her clothes out on the bed and was reorganizing them. The dorm room had just a few drawers built into the wall on her side, plenty for her modest needs. It was a \_big\_ room, still laid out in that institutional style that she...
Lioness 1
Ray's first impression was that the dorm smelled of sweat, paint, paper, and excitement. And that it was AWESOME. Not that she had never been in a dorm before, of course, but this was away from home-not even her home state!--and she wasn't a dewy...