Shreddy and the Christmas Ghost

Shreddy and the Christmas Ghost
“The colorful little lights danced in the reflection on the window, but Shreddy stared past them into the darkness of the early December night.”

by Mary E. Lowd

Originally published in Anthropomorphic Dreams Podcast, AD 049, December 2012


Everything was going wrong this Christmas, and the dogs were too stupid to care.

Usually, after the Feast of the Giant Bird, Shreddy and the dogs were given table scraps to eat.  As a cat and a mediocre hunter, Shreddy relished the chance to taste the flesh of an avian larger than himself.  He looked forward to it all year.  Thus, he watched in utter horror as one of the Red-Haired Woman’s dinner guests scraped all the plates off into the trash.  No taste of turkey this year. Continue reading “Shreddy and the Christmas Ghost”

Last Week of Furry Book Month!

Furry Book MonthHeading into the final week of Furry Book Month, we have a special treat for you:  a Tri-Galactic Trek story.

“Danger in the Lumo-Bay” and, in fact, the entire Tri-Galactic Trek universe was inspired by a slush reader for an unnamed furry noir anthology commenting that he hoped someone would submit a Picard-in-the-Holodeck story.  Once the image of Captain Picard — re-imagined as a Sphyx cat — was in my head, there was no getting him out.  I had to write that story. Continue reading “Last Week of Furry Book Month!”

Danger in the Lumo-Bay

Tri-Galactic Trek
Captain Jacques straightened his tie, touched the gold comm-pin on his lapel, and cleared his throat. “This isn’t a break, Doctor. It’s a testing exercise.”

by Mary E. Lowd

Originally published in Inhuman Acts: A Collection of Noir, September 2015


Captain Pierre Jacques twitched his naked ears and swished his bare, pink tail as he stepped into the lumo-bay, a large, empty room with hexagonal, blue grid-lines on the walls.  Even though he was a hairless Sphynx cat, Captain Jacques always held an air of dignity.  No other cat or dog wore a Tri-Galactic Navy uniform with greater aplomb, but today Captain Jacques wasn’t wearing his uniform.  He was dressed in a pin-striped suit and a floor-length, tan trench coat, split down the back. Continue reading “Danger in the Lumo-Bay”

Frankenstein’s Gryphon

Frankenstein's Gryphon
“Flowers in small bouquets, mostly the yellow and white blooms of arctic poppies and snow buttercups, and other tokens such as handmade dolls or tiny flags marked most of the graves. The largest patch of freshly overturned dirt, though, bore no markings — no tokens of love.”

by Mary E. Lowd

Originally published in Ember: A Journal of Luminous Things, November 2015


Igor the arctic fox lurched across the tundra, limping from the deadened feeling in his left hindpaw.  That paw had never fully woken up when Frankie Mouse reanimated him.  The electric surge from the lightning bolt hadn’t made it that far, but Igor was still grateful to Frankie.  Without his kindness, Igor would still be lying in an unmarked grave, forgotten and unmourned.  Instead, Igor adventured across the tundra on glorious missions in service to the most magnificent mouse throughout the land. Continue reading “Frankenstein’s Gryphon”

Furry Book Month — Week 2!

Furry Book MonthFor the second week of Furry Book Month, we bring you another story co-written by Daniel & Mary E. Lowd — The Canoe Race.  This charming little tale is a type of furry fiction know as Secret Life of Animals.  The world is basically our own, but a spotlight shines on the foibles and mischief that animals get up to when the humans aren’t looking. Continue reading “Furry Book Month — Week 2!”

The Canoe Race

The Canoe Race
“The best treasures go to the quickest and cleverest raccoons.”

by Daniel and Mary E. Lowd

Originally published in Stories of Camp RainFurrest, September 2011


The last camper had left.  The cabins had been swept clean of the dirt from the tramping feet of a hundred teenagers.  The dining hall had been swept and scrubbed free from the grease of a summer’s worth of meals.  The canoes had been pulled in from the lake and stowed in the boat house for winter.  The fire pit had been emptied of ash.  The gate on the road leading to Camp Riverwind had been locked.

It was finally time. Continue reading “The Canoe Race”

A Real Stand-Up Guy

A Real Stand-Up Guy
“I don’t get no respect,” Topher barked at the audience. “It’s because I’m short. Curse of my breed, you know?”

by Daniel and Mary E. Lowd

Originally published in Allasso, Vol. 3: Storge, April 2014


Topher checked his watch and peeked out around the dusky red stage curtain.  There was a full house in the bar tonight.  If he played them right he could get all the tips he needed, and tonight could be the greatest night of his life.  Continue reading “A Real Stand-Up Guy”

Unicorn Stories

Unicorn StoriesI had a lovely conversation today about unicorns in literature, and it got me thinking about all the places that unicorns appear in my own stories.

I have a couple of stories about unicorns available on other webzines — you can read Feral Unicorn in Luna Station Quarterly and Hot Chocolate for the Unicorn in Untied Shoelaces of the Mind.  I have another unicorn story that will be coming out in Kaleidotrope near the end of this year.  And there’s even a unicorn briefly in Deep Sky Anchor’s own The Genetic Menagerie. Continue reading “Unicorn Stories”