Hawk Stories

He sat reading a tale on that Valentine’s Eve, When there came a tap, tap on the door. Who could it be? He stood up to see, and Lo and behold, imagine that— A witch with a hawk on her hat! The bird clung to the brim while she swiped at a tear, “Sir, may I come in from the cold?” His heart bled as she cried, So he led her inside, Not a worry of spells or black magick. She settled herself on the rug by the fire, Crackle! Po...

Compel. A young gay shape-shifter has a run in with a member from the local pack. "Hey." I glance up from my desk and see a tall guy standing in front of me. He looks like a movie star, with his dark blonde hair, green eyes and tan skin. "Can I help you?" I ask, going back to my drawing. It's a swan, gliding on the lake surface, but I can't get the feathers right. "Are you Hayden Grant?" His voice is deep and smooth. "Yes...