Flash Fiction: Ink

Ink. Dance across the carpet on happy black paws. New toys to chew! I crunch and play with this new discovery, creating artwork. Beautiful splotched pictures to show Mom and Dad. My name is Ink--and I like to eat pens. Only a little ironic that our puppy, Ink, decided to redecorate our bedroom carpet a … Continue reading Flash Fiction: Ink


Flash Fiction: Joy

The ice crunches under my toes. Popping, crackling. I leap to catch the flying flakes, snapping up the cold with numb jaws. Panting breaths fog the air, but the smells are crisp and clear as I tumble and play through heaps of white. What joy to be a dog in winter! Happy Snow Day!