CaptainPaperfox

Captain Paperfox and the Vampires from Beyond the Moon Chapter 1 – The Captain and The Tanuki Captain Paperfox – the commander of the Deep Space Cargo Ship: Tanuki – sat in his chair and stared out at the eternal expanse of darkness, littered with only the faintest daubs of starlight as the ship glided through the vast void of interstellar space. The Captain was a fox, from the forest planet Dendros and was on his way home after delivering cargo to the trade world of Geld and picking up payment. He sat back in his comfy chair and sighed loudly. As he looked down at the paperwork in his lap his eyes glazed over. “An

Vegan Pizza The waitress placed a large wooden chopping board down on the red and white chequered vinyl table cover. Lying atop the board was a pizza. To Tamsin it looked familiar but there was something different about it. The differences she observed were nothing more than subtle. The ring of exposed golden brown dough that encircled the mixture of bright red tomato sauce and pocked mixture of sickly yellow and orange cheese was dusted with a light coating of flour. “Can I get you anything else?” The waitress asked with a feigned smile as she stood with her hands resting on her apron. Her fingers were bristling with various pi

Uninspired Story… The raccoon that farted a rainbow? Sticky the raccoon was asleep in his home in a hollow under a tree in the vast woodland of Bum. The little raccoon snorted and snored quietly, then rolled over onto his side atop a soft pile of moss and crunchy brown leaves. All of a sudden Sticky opened his eyes and looked around in the darkness, he stood up on his hind legs and rubbed his tired eyes, “What time is it?” he muttered. The raccoon scrabbled up the short tunnel he had dug out from the ground at the base of the tree and peered out from the entrance. It was very dark, between the trees he could see that the

All In The Shuffle. Angelica stood staring out at the waves crashing against the seaweed-encrusted columns of timber that held up the pier. Swathes of blue crashed and broke into white foam as they struck off of the brown stained wood, smeared with hues of green and speckled with the creamy pearlescent shells of limpets and whelks that clung to the wood against the lapping waves. Angelica was a young woman, with light brown hair that cascaded down from her head and over her shoulders in delicate curls. Sitting elegantly across her nose was a pair of dark framed glasses. On the day she stood by the pier she wore a pair of blue jeans and a gr