Cale Canis

When Frederick Francis Cale was a babe, he observed his father's dog barking at a cat which had stepped across the street and swiftly dropped to his hands and knees and keened at the top of his lungs, to the surprise and amusement of his parents and the grand terror of the tabby, which, wide-eyed,… Continue reading Cale Canis

Old Man Centipede

Old Man Centipede was a quiet sort, given to reverie within the multi-chambered dampness of The Hollow Mount, a path up from which afforded him clear observation of the hatchlings, hunting spiders in The Wasteland beyond the great burrow of the old log which had served as his home for six years. He'd heard rumblings… Continue reading Old Man Centipede

Brightburner

From the womb the creature came, naked and squealing, fording the waters of life-knowing, ill-formed and strange to himself. Blurry sights and sounds echoed all around the small and squirming being, obfuscating the world through their eminence. Words there entailed and them amenable to the creature's unfurling sensibilities: Miras, Miras, Miras. “My name,” the creature… Continue reading Brightburner

The Mire

The ruddy mire impressed itself upon the mind of the man as a great and reeking carcass. He stood over the bracken and the quitch, smoking languidly, the fetid smell of the swamp ranging over his senses like a titanic and pestilential wave. The sun was robed in thick and swirling clouds above which girded… Continue reading The Mire

The Farm and the Forest (Part VIII)

~8~ The Seeds Begin to Sprout The day dawned just like any other in the slow march toward the spring planting season: the worker bays plowed the paths, the geese set to indolent trumpeting until food arrived, the hoofed creatures meandered about the snow covered paddocks they had claimed as their own, and the clerk… Continue reading The Farm and the Forest (Part VIII)

The Farm and the Forest (Part VII)

~7~ Spring Is Coming “Do you know of the Forest, dog?” The battered orange tabby lay pooled in a furry puddle atop the kennel where the despondent matronly German Shepherd lay. It was still cold and snow stood heaped in mounds, cast to the side by the older worker bays who dutifully plowed the paths… Continue reading The Farm and the Forest (Part VII)

The Farm and the Forest (Part V)

~5~ Things Begin to Unravel In the days following the meeting, an air of hopefulness and possibility pervaded the Farm. All of the animals took to their chores with gusto, even the Farm birds. Harvest was approaching and all of the best crops were ripening. The silo would soon be filled and the reserve stores… Continue reading The Farm and the Forest (Part V)

The Farm and The Forest (Part IV)

~4~ The Momentous Meeting The day of the Meeting was heralded by clouds on the horizon with hazy sunlight filtering through. The young farm goose was nervous but confident. He may be asked questions, and he wanted to do his best. He was desperate to be noticed and respected. The geese were assembled in front… Continue reading The Farm and The Forest (Part IV)

The Farm and the Forest (Part III)

~3~ All Seems Calm Before a Storm And so it was that the crotchety wild goose came to be a member of the Farm. The biggest of the farm geese fell all over themselves to earn the favor of the exotic foreigner, retrieving his grain for him and expanding his place in the pen to… Continue reading The Farm and the Forest (Part III)