Short Stories

It took a long time before my bark finally became bite. For a long while, I was all talk, teeth bared towards my enemy, fists clenched,...

Ironically, the night is when I feel the safest. I can close my curtains, lock my doors and shut out the vile toxicity of the outside...

I It had been raining for hours. The water clung to the pavement in puddles, reflecting the dull glow of the streetlamps over my head....