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A Day in the life of Amy
The next morning, Amy woke to the sound of Max’s paws scratching lightly at her bedroom door. Sunlight spilled through the blinds, warm and golden, but her mind was already busy replaying the day before—coffee with Fiona, dinner with Mark, and that tug-of-war inside her that hadn’t let her rest all night.
By Crystal Bowie5 months ago in Fiction
The Holy American Empire
Relief came first. For the first time in weeks, trucks rolled across Mexico’s highways carrying sacks of grain, barrels of fuel, crates of medicine stamped with the seal of the Empire. Markets opened cautiously, lights flickered back to life in the cities, and families wept as refrigerators hummed again. The blockade was over.
By Logan M. Snyder5 months ago in Fiction
Your Life In An Anthro's World
For a while, no one said anything. They just sat there, staring at you. The silence stretched on, becoming unnervingly long and awkward. Finally, the lion spoke. You couldn’t get over his sheer size—he was all muscle, wrapped in denim jeans and a red t-shirt.
By Dom Warden5 months ago in Fiction
Your Life In An Anthro's World
Your vision blurred as you stared at the moon through the shattered skylight you had fallen through. After a few moments, your surroundings sharpened into focus. You were disoriented and unsure of where you were, but then, like a flood, the events of the chase came rushing back. The fire escape, the rooftop, and then, the fall. You glanced down. You were sprawled across a crumpled store shelf. Miraculously, you weren’t seriously injured—just cuts and bruises, but even though they were shallow, they stung all the same.
By Dom Warden5 months ago in Fiction
Your Life In An Anthro's World
Oh, my head,” you grunt as you sit up. Looking around, you find yourself in what looks to be New York City. You immediately begin to wonder how you got there, but as you observe your surroundings, it quickly becomes clear that this isn’t the NYC you know. The inhabitants of the city aren’t human—they’re humanoid animals.
By Dom Warden5 months ago in Fiction
THE QUIET WAY OF MEN: I. Content Warning.
The boy was born in smoke. His mother died in childbirth beneath a collapsed lean-to in the Carolina backwoods, snow still caught in her hair. The ground was too frozen to bury her, so his father burned the body with a bundle of sage and never said her name again. He wrapped the boy in hides and walked east without a word.
By Brandon Brasson5 months ago in Fiction
Echoes From Tomorrow
A Voice That Shouldn’t Exist Nina Alvarez was used to the hum of late-night silence in her apartment. The city outside roared with horns and sirens, but inside, her small studio was her cocoon. That’s why, on a Thursday night in March, she froze when she heard her own voice whisper:
By Be The Best5 months ago in Fiction
TUS NUA - ch 32
TUS NUA – ch 32 New Beginnings – Mia and Midnight (*)(*)(*) Finola sat in the rocking chair Neil brought for her from her own home. “You know, Neil, Finn made that chair for me when I was pregnant with Nora. I’ve always loved it. Thank you for bringing it here.”
By Margaret Brennan5 months ago in Fiction
Fragments from the Veil — Chapter 2
The walk was short, but long enough. When we arrived at the restaurant, I thought it was plain and unimpressive — just one more locale in the plaza, with tinted windows that concealed the inside. Did I ignore the words that struck like lightning — their urgency — for this? I wondered. I glanced at Kristen, my unaware date — not for this, but for her.
By Marcellus Grey5 months ago in Fiction
