Fictional Prose by New Members

He shouldnt be here. This is stalking.  But He decided enough time had passed.  And she would never expect to see him like this.  So he began to track her, figuring he’d catch her scent in the market.  Even a goddess needs to eat.

He’s surrounded by domesticated animals in high heels who have no idea something feral lurks among them.  He’s picked more than a few of them out of his teeth before, but easy prey provides little thrill.  He’s here for big game.

Hiding in plain sight is remarkably effective, but one always has a sense of feeling exposed.  It’s as if people...