Sole MatesSole Mates8 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was closing time at the Blackthorn Mall. Stores all around were closing shop, including the local shoe store, Pawesome Footwear. Arthur, who worked at the store, was just putting up the last sneakers up on the shelf, when his Manager came up to him.
“Good work, m’boy. You’re doing a splendid job. If you keep this up, I see a promotion in your near future.”
“Thank you very much, Mr. Cunningham.” said Arthur as he put up the last box of Cheetah brand running shoes on the shelf.
“Now” said Mr. Cunningham “Close up the doors and turn off the lights. I’ll be in the Manager’s Room if you need me” And with that, he left.
Arthur went to the door to lock it, when a magazine of “Runners Monthly” caught his eye. He saw a very cute Wolf girl on the cover, posing for the cover, showing off her new Cheetah brand running shoes. Arthur sighed. He wasn’t very lucky when it came to romance. Most of the girls at
Flashpoint: IntermissionFlashpoint: Intermission2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The room came gradually into focus. Sasha was still groggy from whatever she'd been drugged with. She could hear the pitter-patter of rain on the steel roof, far above, and the musty smell of mildew hung in the air.
The helpless wolf found herself seated with her legs out stretched before her. Her arms were tied over the chair's back and her ankles were bound to a stool. The foxes stood either side their victim, waiting for her to come around.
"Oh God, not you two!" Sasha shrieked. "Don't you remember who I am? Do you have any idea how much trouble you're in?"
"Oh, no, Detective," Wilber corrected her. "It's you who are in trouble!"
"We're both free," Walter explained, "and you are at our mercy!"
Sasha hadn't enjoyed her first run in with the Fox Brothers and she didn't think she was going to like this one any better. She had set out in her galoshes and long coat for a quick dash to the corner store. Instead, she was being held captive in a dreary old warehouse.
"I really must say," Wa
Flashpoint: Chapter 1Due to his specialized knowledge of explosives, Investigator Elwood Grant was called in to assess the Brenner Music Hall incident. As you may have heard, a pyrotechnic charge misfired, injuring many of those in attendance. It was determined that the charge had been deliberately tampered with. Due to the nature of this crime, Grant motioned that the case be turned over to THORN as a possible act of terrorism. The motion has been sustained. This is now an authorized THORN investigation.Flashpoint: Chapter 12 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Initial Report F. Spencer
Friday, June 3, 2011, Central Police Station
Clara Fife is the lead singer for the Bit Bites, a techno-pop band. I was in attendance at her concert, off duty. After performing her latest song, Clara jumped off stage to engage in a round of crowd surfing. This is a regular event at her concerts and the crowd usually responds in a positive manor.
At 9:15 the spark emitter attached to the forestage went off. I could tell right away tha
Flashpoint: Chapter 2Technical Services Report I. ForesterFlashpoint: Chapter 22 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Sunday, June 5, 2011, Central Police Station
I've got the report back on Clara's belt and pants:
This belt was cut with a pair of scissors as evident by the wedge shaped indentions either side the split. Sorry, no usable prints on the buckle.
Her pants were definitely cut with a serrated knife. That rules out the box cutter. The blood and fur match Clara 100% positive. At least we know these were the real thing.
The fur from the panties and bra appear to be from an otter. Where did these even come from? Oh, well
I ran the list of concert attendees. A few names popped up, but most were small time offenses. A few DUIs, a convenience store robbery; stuff like that. No records of arson or violence. These are pretty much good kids. Clara's band is pretty clean stuff, so I'm not surprised.
I did get a positive match for those foxes, though. Their names are Walter and Wilber Fox. No lie. They are known as the Fox Brothers and have a record of
Flashpoint: Chapter 4Interoffice Memo F. SpencerFlashpoint: Chapter 42 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Tuesday, June 7, 2011, Central Police Station
To THORN Captain Wolf
Sir! Captain Blake says you've been looking for me!
I've been out of town for three days, as planed, for my vacation.
I filed my time-off request well in advance, sir!
I didn't mean for it to be a problem!
I'll report to your office at your greatest convenience!
Interview B. Wolf
Tuesday, June 7, 2011
Thornhurst Manor, Office of Cap. Wolf
Sergeant Frank Spencer, First Officer on Scene
Sergeant Spencer, I've called you to my office for a variety of reasons. First, I will ask you to fully explain, for the record, your three day absence.
"Well, I had put in for a vacation over two months ago I got off duty Friday night at five. I went home, got washed up and ready for the concert. I'm a big fan of Clara and her band.
"On Saturday I drove out to my sister's house in Clifton. I love spending time with her and my niece and nephew. Her hu
Flashpoint: Chapter 3Investigation Report V. ValerianFlashpoint: Chapter 32 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Monday, June 6, 2011, Central Police Station
I was able to obtain the list of guests in order of entry. The Brenner Music Hall makes use of a digital ticket system, similar to the ones used by airlines. This was a tremendous help! It would seem Willy and Wally Fox were the very first two to enter the hall, followed by, you guessed it, Frank Spencer!
The next admission time was eight minutes later, after which the crowd flowed in short order. That puts Spencer in just the right position to shove the rags down the tube. Ms. Fife says that she was talking to the twins before the show, so it's entirely possible that the three of them were to preoccupied to notice him tinkering with the equipment.
Here's how I see it. Spencer had the opportunity, but no motive. Why would he want to hurt all those people? There's no point; no good could come of it. The same goes for the Fox Brothers. They were there before anyone else, but why would they do something l
Foxy NewsFoxy News8 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Good evening. I’m Nicole Winters…”
Nicole was a lovely vixen in her late twenties. Her striking red fur and piercing gold eyes did a great deal to keep viewership high, but her incomparable focus and dedication to her work spoke volumes of her character. She’d been with the station for only six months, yet had already risen in rank from a street-side reporter to co-anchor of the program. Needless to say, this did not set well with everyone…
“… and I’m Tom Renton. In our top story…”
Tom smiled to keep up a professional appearance, but secretly resented playing second to anybody, especially someone so young. He’d been working as a reporter for a long time and he knew what was in store for him. They bring in a fresh young face to brighten up the place and saddle them up with a seasoned vet until they’re comfortable with the routine. Nicole wasn’t his partner; she was his replacement!
Flashpoint: Chapter 5Personal Note S. WolfFlashpoint: Chapter 52 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Wednesday, June 8, 2011, Central Police Station
Last night, I was kidnapped and held against my will by Walter and Wilber Fox. I was walking to the corner store when one of them grabbed me from behind and stuck a rag over my nose. I passed out.
When I came to, I found myself bound to a chair with my legs tied to foot stool. The brothers proceeded to remove my shoes and socks, taking great pleasure at my expense. In-between my fits of laughter, I managed to ascertain the nature of their involvement in the Fife case.
According to them, they were given free tickets to the concert. Oliver Strom said he knew how much they loved Clara and wanted to reward such loyalty. They had no idea that Clara was going to be hurt and also claim to have no knowledge of what happened with the fireworks.
After they had satisfied themselves and I had come close to passing out from lack of breath, Walter drugged me, again. When I awoke for the second time, I found myself lying nea
Flashpoint: Chapter 7Personal Note V. ValerianFlashpoint: Chapter 72 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Friday, June 10, 2011, Central Police Station
With all due respect, I'd like to carry on my investigation under THORN supervision. If Ms. Fife's property had been simply stolen from her, I'd gladly return to my desk at Burglary. That, unfortunately, was not the case. Ms. Fife was attacked over a week ago and we still haven't caught the person responsible.
What sort of message would it send if I stepped off the case? Thousands of her fans have been fallowing our progress and I think it's important for us to defend the public's trust and find out who's behind what happened that night.
Personal Note S. Wolf
Friday, June 10, 2011, Central Police Station
I was reading over the testimony given by the ambulance crew. Some of it seems kind of sketchy. Since I used to be a paramedic, you would have thought I'd have been the best officer to conduct the interviews
In any case, some of it doesn't make sense. Bac
Flashpoint: Chapter 6Investigation Report V. ValerianFlashpoint: Chapter 62 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Thursday, June 9, 2011, Central Police Station
I've made arrangements to have the two paramedics that attended to Clara stop by the station, later today. Joe, take care of the interviews for me and I'll see what I can do about recovering her missing items
Investigation Report E. Grant
Thursday, June 9, 2011, Central Police Station
Wolf, Mr. Strom refuses to supply us with fingerprints. He seemed to take great offence to the implication that he had anything to do with what happened that night. I explained that we were just covering all of our bases, that we wanted to remove him from suspicion as soon as possible, but he'd have none of it
I really think he did it If you can get me a court order for his prints, I just know they'll match up. Why else would he be acting so evasively?
Interview - J. Boreas
Thursday, June 9, 2011, Central Police St
Flashpoint: Chapter 8Interview E. GrantFlashpoint: Chapter 82 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Saturday, June 11, 2011, Central Police Station
Oliver Strom, Stage Crew Manager
Mr. Strom, the court has ordered you to provide us with a usable set of finger prints which will be used in comparison with those we obtained during out investigation. While we are waiting for the results of said comparison, I would like to take this time to ask you a few more questions. At this time, you are not under arrest and would be responding under your own free will. Do you understand?
Mr. Strom, why did you lie to us about the surveillance tapes? Spencer never received them from you and we have no reason to doubt this as his story has been confirmed by the victim, herself.
"I I don't know "
All right, well can you tell me why you gave free tickets to the Fox Brothers?
"How do you know about that?"
It's my job to know.
"I wanted to reward such loyal fans "
Don't lie to me! I know they abducted your niece!
"But Dona's the one who asked me to! Sh
Silk SecretsSilk Secrets2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Roxanne unlocked the library and let herself in. She was the only person, other than his wife, that Mr. Wolf trusted with a key. The hotel was closed for the evening and she was alone. Having stoked up the fire, she put her paws up on a foot stool, and settled down in her seat. It had been a long day and she felt content to relax, at last.
A moment passed and she was joined by Maxwell, the hotel desk clerk. He bore a kettle and teacups on serving tray and looked for all the world like a proper English butler.
"I'm quite sorry, Ms. Drake. I didn't mean to startle you. I saw the door was open and thought you might like some company..."
He poured a cup for each of them and offered her the platter. As she reached to help herself he withdrew it, sharply.
"Ms. Drake, surely you don't intend to saver such delicacies with your gloves still on! You handle money and all sorts of other things with them and I think it's hardly fitting for you to eat with them, as well!"
Roxie blushed around the ea
Police PawsPolice Paws3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Special Detective Iris Forester had served in the Air Force and took great pride in marching in the annual Memorial Day parade. Decked out in her full THORN dress uniform, she was pleased to set a good example of continued service to her country as well as her community. She walked the entire way, head held high, beside her fellow officers and veterans.
It came as no surprise when she arrived home, bone tired, that she was in no mood for her partner's silly antics. She slammed the door behind her, still in a huff, and pulled off her tunic to hang it, for the moment, on the nearby coat rack.
"Gees! What's got your tail in a knot?" Joe asked.
"Oh, you really want to know?" Iris asked, taking a seat at the dinning table.
"Of course," he replied.
Iris pulled out her side arm and dropped out the magazine. The table was cluttered with tools and parts; left out for day-to-day use. After clearing the chamber, she went to work performing her usual end-of-day maintenance.
"Well, let's see," she
A New Way to HaggleA New Way to Haggle1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Ratchet? You in here?"
"I'm under here, Rocky. Just give me a minute and I'll be all set…"
The Doberman's boots stuck out from under his car and the coyote could hear her hard at work on the undercarriage. Rachel Halling, better known as Ratchet of River Street, was the best in all of Blackthorn. Even if most people were still reluctant to trust a female mechanic, those in-the-know knew who to turn to.
"You're lucky I could squeeze you in! I have seven more today, alone!"
"Tis the season!"
"You're telling me! Black ice on the streets, drunk drivers coming home from parties, snow plows knocking off mirrors; it's a wonder I have time to eat!"
"I thought as much…"
Rocky looked around the room. The garage had a car in every bay save one piled high with tools and parts. The windows were clean and the floor was spotless, yet something was missing…
"Looks like you haven't had time to decorate, either."
"Ha!" she laughed. "I have more on my mind than flashing lights and holly!"
Call WaitingCall Waiting2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was just after five but the last of Sasha's reports had already found their way to her boss's desk. There were still a number of calls to be made, but the bulk of her work was done for the night. She leaned back in her chair, kicked her feet up on the desk and picked up the phone.
Brandon, Sasha's husband, stood waiting in the doorway.
"You know, Sash, you don't really have to do everything in one night."
"Oh, please! You're on hold."
"Do I bother you when you're at work?"
He could think of a number of times in the last month, alone
Sasha kept various photos and trinkets on her bookcase. These were the odd bits and bobs that reminded her of home and made her office more then just a place of business. As Brandon's eyes drifted over them, his attention settled on a picture from last Halloween Night.
The community had set up all sorts of spooky attractions and Sasha had convinced him to pose for a photo with his paws locked in stocks and his arms chained above his head
A Dance Meant for TwoA Dance Meant for Two2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
On my tenth birthday, bandits raided the settlement where I grew up. Everyone I knew, everyone I cared about, was gone. I gathered up what I could and set out on my own. Not surprisingly, I didn't make it very far.
The Valerian family, a band of traveling jackals, came across me on the road and was all too happy to give me a ride. The nearest town was nearly two days away, and that was by horse. I don't know what I would have done without their help.
I told them what had happened and they took me under their care. They had two pups about my age and Voss and Jenna became my close friends. The family spent a great deal of time traveling all over, and I didn't mind tagging along, so long as I was welcome.
I learned all sorts of things from them. They taught me how to be honest, how to lie and how to know which to choose. Voss's dad trained me to use a sword and his mom made me cook and sew. I was grateful to them and did everything I could to be a good son, even if I wasn't their own.
DistractionsDistractions1 year ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Roxanne Von Drake works really hard,
But just you wait, she's quite a card!
She's not one to huff and puff,
But even so, she's kind of gruff
Annie is just eight years old.
She's bright of mind and spirit bold!
So, can she make this old girl smile?
Surly that could take a while
"Annie, I have work to do,
I'm far too busy to play with you!"
Just what could the young pup say
To make a grownup stop and play?
"Please, Ms. Drake, I'm just so board.
There's nothing to do!" the puppy roared.
"Why don't you sit and read a book?
I've got plenty; have a look."
Annie took a look around.
She was silent; not a sound.
Although they were one's she'd never read,
"They're all too hard," she finely said.
"I could keep busy if I had some string,
Otherwise I could always sing!"
"Please don't sing," the old dog insisted.
"Can I have some string?" the girl requested.
"Sure, my dear, all you can find!"
If she could find it, she wouldn't mind.
The fact was that there wasn't any,
But places to look,
Tickling DixieTickling Dixie3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Memorial Day meant the opening of the outdoor season. Everyone in Blackthorn was thrilled with the recent warm spell, but no one was happier to see winter's end then Sarah Dixon.
Sarah worked as a security guard at Thornhurst Manor. She stood out prominently in her starched tan uniform, neatly pressed, with black slacks, belt and gloves. Her hair was usually done up in a pony tail; her piercing blue eyes peering over dark lenses.
Even off duty, the Doberman carried herself with an air of dignity and strength. She often wore a black sweater or tank top, depending on the weather, along with cargo pants or shorts. The look completed with black boots or, if she had her way, her inline skates.
Today was one of those days. She arrived at the bayside just before noon and parked her car in the shade. There, she sat with the door open for a moment, smil
A Good LaughA Good Laugh4 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Roxanne Von Drake was really nervous about her upcoming psychiatric appointment. She had thought about canceling it at least twice, already. It was embarrassing enough that she had almost had a nervous breakdown in front of all her friends when one of them asked her to go with them to the beach. Now she was expected to spill her guts out to a total stranger! Even so, she had heard nothing but good reports and testimonials from her psychiatrist’s former patients. Roxie made up her mind to give it a try.
Roxie signed in with Dr. Stone’s secretary and sat down in the waiting room. The room was adorned with a big potted palm in the corner and a few beautiful landscape paintings. There was also an aquarium near the secretary’s desk with a variety of exotic fish, plastic seaweed, colorful gravel and even a bubble-blowing treasure chest. Roxie smiled; it reminded her of her old gold fish tank from when she was a child.
In front of her was a coffee table with a few old magazi