March 1, 2020

Dragon Child

by Stella B. James From the mouth of my cave, I can see the destruction; thick pillars of smoke, almost black in color. I can hear the cries of many people, men and women alike. The villages are being pillaged, the castle under siege. I lay my head back down with a snort and close my eyes. Those silly humans have nothing better to do than allow their greed to consume them.

January 9, 2020

Awards Eligibility Post for 2019

With awards season upon us, we wanted to make a quick and easy reference list of all of our stories from 2019 that are eligible for awards. Cat of Thunder by John Taloni (3,700 words) Bibelots and Baubles by Shauna Roberts (700 words) New Hire at the Final Library by Laurence Raphael Brothers (900 words) The Move by Kristi Brooks (1000 words) ¡Viva Piñata! by L.D. Nguyen (300 words) Clyde and the Pickle Jar by Steve Carr (1,400 words) A Warm, Dark Place in the Earth by Mackenzie Kincaid (4,100 words) Sealskin by L Chan (700 words) Good, Better, Best by Rachel Rodman (3,400 words) Dragons Are Made by Searska GreyRaven (2,600…

December 1, 2019

Issue 5

Welcome to Issue 5 of Zooscape! Frogs, toads, and mind-altering experiences… Is there any more powerfully, permanently mind-altering experience than reading a story?  A good story doesn’t just stay with you, it can change you.  It can expand your mind.  Stories are how we navigate the world, and when we let others control our stories, we lose our voices, our power, our agency, and even who we are.  But when we are free to explore and find the stories that resonate—they can give us voice, power, agency, and help us understand who we are. The great thing about furry fiction is that it doesn’t accept the normal constraints laid upon…

December 1, 2019

Toad’s Grand Birthday Extravaganza

by Lena Ng There is nothing so joyous—as the snow melts away, and the early green buds burst from the branches, and the sun grows stronger and brighter, and the winter’s chill departs from your bones, and the vibrant colours of Easter flowers and emerald grass begin to paint the land—as a heavy, hearty, welcome-to-a-new-spring breakfast. So thought Mole as he stretched and yawned, and stretched and yawned again, belly up under a blue-and-white quilt, while the perfume of spring seeped into his cozy, underground abode.

December 1, 2019

Nine Ways to Then

by Diana A. Hart My paws pounded against the carpet, a furious thunder that matched the drumming of my heart. A meowl tore from my throat. I dropped flat, claws digging into the fiber, and lashed my tail as the visions hit me again. My pupils dilated. Nine versions of reality poured into my skull and smothered my senses, each a fluttering glimpse of what could be.

December 1, 2019

Go On, Lick Me

by Luna Corbden I am a toad. And I want you to lick me. Your tongue won’t hurt me at all. It’s wide and rough and relatively short, but it will only tickle. I promise. You think I’m merely an animal (you’d be wrong about that), not even a very smart animal, a fat round reptile (you’d be wrong about that, too), just out to catch flies from my hollow next to the desert river.

December 1, 2019

‘Twas Brillig

by Michael H. Payne “Public domain?”  Jack Pumpkinhead always sounded to Ozma like he should be blinking in confusion, but the carved holes that served as his eyes simply didn’t allow it.  “What does that mean, dear father?” Ozma sighed.  “It means you’ve been calling me your father for longer than anyone out in the Reading World has been alive.”  She shifted on the green velvet cushion of her throne, the verdant light that cascaded down from the windows high along the walls of the circular room not quite as soothing as it had been a moment ago.  “And the joke itself is so old, its whiskers have grown whiskers.”

December 1, 2019

The Stone Mask and the Frogs

by Mark Mills Several years ago, a certain gardener tied a decorative stone mask to the branches of a willow tree. The mask hung slightly askew, causing the lower half to fill with water after storms. Insects and birds drank and took leisurely dips in the deep chin during hot afternoons. One day after a particularly strong downpour, rain so weighed down the mask that it dropped into a puddle of mud. There a tree frog happened upon it and laid her eggs.

December 1, 2019

Leafless Crossing

by Voss Foster Light. Beauteous, dappled light filtering through autumn leaves. SleekClaw allowed the impotent brightness to pass over his voluminous gray coat as he waited for something to appear to him. It would, in time. There. Yes, yes, off to the right, on the very edge of that eyeless vision, the sight above sight of the Crossing. The leafy treetops parted to reveal stars, gleaming in a sky too bright to ever allow them. They danced and twinkled, and SleekClaw took their meaning, piecing it together as naturally as curling his long, bald tail around the branches of the oak trees.

September 1, 2019

Issue 4

Welcome to Issue 4 of Zooscape! In furry fiction, some animals are the staples, and others are the spice.  Doing a round-up of stories in our first year, for instance, Zooscape has published four times as many cat stories as, say, elephant or octopus stories.  People like cats, so there are a lot of stories about them.  Fewer people seem to feel compelled to write stories about, oh, manta rays or sentient piñatas. In this issue, the staple is foxes and wolves, and the spice is turtles and insects.  Wolves who are out of their element; foxes who are on journeys.  Turtles who carry entire worlds on their backs; and…