Fall By Alex Draven

This is the first story I ever sold, something over two years ago. The anthology it was in has now gone out of print, and the contract ended. I thought about maybe trying to find the story a new press, seeing as I am pretty proud of itbut, actually, I think I want it to be avaliable to all. At this moment I'd rather hear what you think of Pet and Matthias, than try and earn a few extra dollars from them. I am awfully fond of this story.

Read, enjoy, leave comments.

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Fall
By Alex Draven

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"Fuck off!"

The second centaur didn’t budge.

For fuck's sake. It was too hot to move, the air heavy and about set to start pissing down with rain, and he'd left his cigarettes inside. Nigh on twenty minutes since the knock had rung through the warehouse and he still wasn't quite self-destructive enough to turn his back on a strange stallion standing in his own front drive.

"I said, fuck off. I'm not interested."

The little bastard just stood there, arms crossed, and one hind leg cocked, the very picture of relaxed patience.

It was winding him up. Another few minutes of silence and nothing had changed except his mood.

"Oh for fuck's sake. Stand there as long as you like. I've got things to do."

Pet backed up a couple of paces, shaking his head and whisking his tail, and then snagged the door, pulling it closed.

Fuck.

He let out a kick that left the walls of the warehouse ringing.

Roll on thunder.

Roll on thunder and air conditioning and Cashman's Royals, and a bottle or six of beer.

Roll on forgetting and not having ghosts from your fucking past turn up on in the front yard and look at you, like you owed it to them to live up to whatever fucked-up expectations they had. ( Read more... )

Fall By Alex Draven

This is the first story I ever sold, something over two years ago. The anthology it was in has now gone out of print, and the contract ended. I thought about maybe trying to find the story a new press, seeing as I am pretty proud of itbut, actually, I think I want it to be avaliable to all. At this moment I'd rather hear what you think of Pet and Matthias, than try and earn a few extra dollars from them. I am awfully fond of this story.

Read, enjoy, leave comments.

***** ***** *****

Fall
By Alex Draven

***** ***** *****

"Fuck off!"

The second centaur didn’t budge.

For fuck's sake. It was too hot to move, the air heavy and about set to start pissing down with rain, and he'd left his cigarettes inside. Nigh on twenty minutes since the knock had rung through the warehouse and he still wasn't quite self-destructive enough to turn his back on a strange stallion standing in his own front drive.

"I said, fuck off. I'm not interested."

The little bastard just stood there, arms crossed, and one hind leg cocked, the very picture of relaxed patience.

It was winding him up. Another few minutes of silence and nothing had changed except his mood.

"Oh for fuck's sake. Stand there as long as you like. I've got things to do."

Pet backed up a couple of paces, shaking his head and whisking his tail, and then snagged the door, pulling it closed.

Fuck.

He let out a kick that left the walls of the warehouse ringing.

Roll on thunder.

Roll on thunder and air conditioning and Cashman's Royals, and a bottle or six of beer.

Roll on forgetting and not having ghosts from your fucking past turn up on in the front yard and look at you, like you owed it to them to live up to whatever fucked-up expectations they had. ( Read more... )