A cool summer night in the woods with the moon high above throwing a silver light to the tips of the pine trees. Ava was seated before a fire, her sleeping bag and her camping bags behind her. She had just finished cooking up a can of beans and sipped some water. The fire brought some warmth in the frigid, windy night. She took out a map and read it in the firelight. She traced her finger over a hiking path she wished to take the next day, mentally taking note of areas and their landmarks. She h

“Uhm, Harry?” “Yeah Brent?” “Did you see Ian around?” “Oh,” the goomba g

Once upon a time in the Mushroom Kingdom, there was a Magikoopa who was attempting to create a new type of mushroom. This was a Magikoopa hired by the Great King Bowser to try and create a mushroom that would strengthen the average koopa trooper. Weeks of research and chemical experiments he had finally managed to create an orange headed mushroom, but it still needed some final flourishing touches. He had taken it to a lake nearby to add in some fresh water, but his bag toppled over the pier and

It’s

a boring Saturday evening, you’re lounged on an armchair in front of your TV. You mindlessly flick past many channels; sports, movie channels, cooking shows, banal news reports, but you stop repeatedly pushing the remote’s buttons on one

particular channel

.



“Hello there! My name is Samantha and

You had come into the witch’s home to retrieve some potion that could be made by her alone. The witch’s reputation rendered your trip a great risk to take in solitude, but more the rewards

you’d

reap for yourself. As it turned out, her cabin had a complex storage system than you imagined and the witch Ixora had returned from her herb picking trip she took to every evening. Fortunately for you, you had scurried

Seated on a fallen birch log, Keith sighed and took out some bottled drinking water from his canvas bag. The mouseboy’s expedition through the swamp proved to be taxing since the summer sun was particularly hot today. His two other mouseboy friends, Will and Ben, had come to the same swamp two weeks back but haven’t returned yet. The police had investigated the area but had dropped the case assuming it to be related to an animal related death. Keith refused to believe that however. A

It was July in Seattle, a month in which the city was amiable and dry, and Nyomi was looking forward to the August break that her company would give her. There was a new encumbrance however, that the snow leopard lady had to face, one that was capable of ruining her upcoming vacation. This encumbrance was the Atkins family that had moved into her apartment three weeks ago. They were a middle income otter family of four that Nyomi found to be irritating. Irritating was an understatement really. T

It was a Saturday afternoon and Tyler was at the pet store, buying a leash for his dog. He was trying to decide on a particular color when his attention was quickly diverted by a large, imposing bullfrog girl who passed to the left of his aisle. A mix of curiosity and incredulousness invoked in him, Tyler decided to see which aisle she was walking into. He slowly paces over to the neighboring aisle and only then does he get a proper view of her.

It is a Sunday night in Seattle. Everyone is bracing themselves for the long week ahead. Scott Carlin, a college student working part time as a pizza delivery man, was making his way through the streets of Seattle to find the luxury apartment his next customer resided in.



“I’ve seen this apartment before,” he mused to himself while glancing at Google Maps, “They are known to be a bit luxurious.”

Samantha was a bullfrog girl. Mankind’s scientific development had made such demi-creatures possible. There were now wolf-girls, dragonesses,

nagas

and the like- and Samantha was a bullfrog girl. Samantha stood bipedal and nine feet tall, had dark, oak brown hair that ran down to her shoulders. She resides in a swamp, unsurprisingly, and her skin was like a normal frog’s and was dark green in colour, but the front of

On a hill that overlooks the rest of the forest was situated a log cabin. The log cabin was a comfortable abode with a fireplace and four windows and a table and a bed with a little stove to do some basic cooking. The cabin

was at least twenty three kilometres from the closest town, but for what it lacked in human company, it made up for a breathtaking and tranquil stay in the forest.



It was now night

Scott had been trekking through the forest for nearly two hours and a half. He started the hike at seven and now it is nine thirty, the time people usually wake up on Saturdays. At the entrance to the forest reservation he had looked up and the sky was a deep orange, now through the branches and leaves that provided shade to his path, he could see that the sky was a pretty blue with the occasional cotton-

ish

streaks of cloud mot

“How much for the catboy over there?” asked Velouria from the shopkeeper, who was a green dragoness around her height and wore square rimmed glasses.



Adjusting her glasses, she carefully scrutinized the white-eared catboy that Velouria gestured to in a glass cubicle and tried to recall the price on the creature. The catboy glanced about his friends, other catboy species who had been consigned to one section in the shop. A

It was a Saturday

afternoon,

the sun shone bright in the cloudless, blue sky and it was quite a warm day in the town.



Like many of their fellow residents, the

wolfboy

twins Donnie and Thayil spent the day lazing around indoors. Nothing was planned in particular for this afternoon and they had both e