Prompts

Working nights is a double edged sword- while, on one hand, it's nice to avoid any sort of rush in coming home and not having to get up at the crack of dawn, the other side is the dreary feeling that comes when one finally crosses that threshold after a long night to the sun bearing down into their windows, and the acknowledgement you're not one with the waking world. Dragging his hooves, the pheromoo who elected to have a job that was at times physically demanding as soon as the sun came dow...

Amber tones of early morning light hugged the dew from the night prior cradled against the leaves, pooling off into tiny rivulets as they're disturbed by a figure coasting through the brush. At this time of year, Cybele's Garden was typically host to a plethora of couples and throuples offering up displays of love to their goddess, however a rather frightful rain the night prior had left the earth muddy, the now slick and frigid earth generally an unwelcome presence as it clung to one's fetlo...

“Okay, you can do this! Just go inside, get a coffee, and just chill there for a bit. Jasper doesn’t bite and I am sure he is a fine fellow. He helped you out in the festival with getting those beers for Enzo. Besides, from what I heard, I probably did him a favor! I don’t think he will take the day off!” I was talking to myself, getting a few looks as I walked down the sidewalk for the Brewed for You cafe that Jasper worked and owned.He seems like a qui...

During my walks to the watering hole, I caught the eye of Briar, happy to see that I was coming out of my house to get fresh air and was asking how I was doing since the Spring Eve festival. She hadn't seen me try my chocolates I had made. I cringed and told her they hadn't worked out and I was ashamed to even bring out any of the burnt remains in a heart shaped coffin to her. Of course she was disappointed that my confectionery hadn't worked out and still would...

Melitta sighed and shut the door to my little abode, figuring it was time for some exploring since maybe the height of Spring's Eve had died down a bit. With her purse on my back, she thought it was a pretty day to enjoy the fresh air. She thought maybe the embarrassment of her entrance to Bovine Bluffs had died down. The thought of being called a flasher had her cheeks darken again and thought about going back inside the house. “C'mon Melitta, surely no one can remember that… Maybe Jaspe...