Puss In Heels

The lunch crowd rushed along the sidewalk, flowing around Milly as if she were a pebble in a coursing river.  She clung to her purse, fixing her chestnut brown hair every time a pedestrian jostled her.  The two chopsticks holding her hair up felt loose but she had no time to fix them; she just prayed they wouldn’t come out.  They were her only nice pair, despite the chips along their length.

 

She moved with a purpose, keeping her distance from everyone as they made their way to their favorite cafes.  Her stomach growled but she pressed her balled hand against her cream-colored blouse. 

A New Familiar

The house is quiet but I know that won’t last.  My kid sister is home from college and she’s brought her roommate with her.  It’s okay since I’m not home much longer.  In fact, I’ll be gone quite a while but they don’t know that yet.

 

They – the anonymous “they” – always said that college would open doors for me but they never said what kind of doors.  Or to what dimension those doors would lead.

 

When I was a kid, I cracked my head good at the playground.  An exposed bolt beneath the slide that should’ve been covered. 

Inescapable

The sky mourned with the village.

Beneath the gray, flat clouds the sky was the color of curdled milk.  Rain fell in drizzling slanted waves as lightning flashed soundlessly far into the distance.

Mary walked with her younger sister, a bucket in each hand while Faith struggled with just one. 

“Papa says they’s gonna call the adults together,” Faith grunted.  Her white dress, embroidered with green flowers was caked in mud.  She shook her head to settle her twin braids behind her.  “Tonight at elder Joshua’s home.”

“It’s no business of ours, Faith,” Mary reminded her.  Her own dress, handed down from her mother and patched several times over was nearly as filthy. …

Wild [Commission]

This story was commissioned by RayO_ElGatubelo – all ideas, characters and settings are his.

A young woman wanders into the rainforest and is attacked. She finds herself changing under the light of the moon.

The sharp, high calls of coquis and thousands of other hidden nocturnal creatures began to fill the air as the sun slipped lower in the sky.  Darkness fell quickly in the rainforest, the trees blocking what little light remained of the red and pink and orange sunset. The sound of laughing tourists joined the small animals calling for their mates as locals moved silently around a large clearing, re-lighting special torches used to keep mosquitos and other biting insects away.…

The Motel

A young woman brings a curse upon herself.

Hello!

This story is for Solone ( http://solone.deviantart.com/ ) a very talented CG artist (and that’s saying something for me since I really like CG TF art). He recently put out a series titled “Motel 6” ( http://solone.deviantart.com/gallery/56387845/Motel-6 ) and I decided, what the hey! I’m going to write a super quick little story about it and make stuff up! And so, I did. Please note that this is my own interpretation and, most likely, Solone had an entirely different idea for what was going on. This is a tribute piece for him :)  I highly recommend you check out his stuff!

I Wish That I Had Wolf Feet

I wish
that I had wolf feet.
And I can tell you why.
I could race through forests in wolf feet.
Without a soul nearby to spy.

I think it would be very good
to feel my bare toes change.
Black claws slicing through tennis shoes
until wearing any clothes felt strange.…

Familiar Friends Ch. 02

This is from a commission that I failed to complete on time.  Not just failed but spectacularly failed.  Chapter 2 of 2 – a short piece where a young woman cursed to turn into a werecat finds herself at her friend’s house the night of the full moon.

Without hesitation or waiting for Julie to move her hand, Amanda leaned down to press her face between her friend’s legs.  Julie spread herself wider for her friend’s attentions, leaning back on her hands.  Amanda reached around to dig her new claws into Julie’s furry ass in order to hold the woman still. …

Familiar Friends Ch. 01

This is from a commission that I failed to complete on time.  Not just failed but spectacularly failed.  Chapter 1 of 2 – a short piece where a young woman cursed to turn into a werecat finds herself at her friend’s house the night of the full moon.

A warm breeze flicked at the heavy pages of Julie’s sketchbook and she yawned, stretching luxuriously in the morning sun.  Bones popped in the young woman’s back as she wiggled into the full body stretch, arms raised to the sky.  Her jaw cracked, mouth opening wide before she lowered her arms, twisting each joint. …

Sketch 02: Cat Toy

Gods are fickle things.  Fickle and numerous and given to flights of fancy.  Or, sometimes, fits of jealousy.  And then, rarely, a god will take interest in our world long enough to assert his or her or its influence on events.  Demons fear when a god looks askance at their doings and humans are frail things in comparison.

Frail and pliable things.

—–

Sandy scanned her computer’s monitor as her onscreen character huffed and chuffed, claws at the ready.  Bodies lay strewn around her character’s form and the semi-pixelated werewolf seemed to look for its own prey as Sandy moved it around the computer generated world. …

The Walk Back

Amanda walked along the small path, feeling the small rocks crunch under her shoes.  Huge dark clouds sprawled lazily across the night sky.  The moon was huge – silvery and fat.  Brian walked beside her, not close enough for her liking.  This was their third date and he still believed he was being a gentleman by keeping his distance.  They hadn’t even held hands yet.

 

I swear.  If that boy doesn’t make a move soon… She told herself.  She’d worn a sexy little red dress to show off her respectable cleavage and caught him staring so she knew he was interested but he had odd notions of how a man should act.…