Harder Hues Fiction
“Kubik, we have to move.” I say. Kubik does not object and stand immediately. I know that this is futile, but we have no other option. 739 more words
2 weeks, 3 days
The dogs who wandered the streets of Moscow had only instinct as their master. Instinct turned to hatred, and hatred became their duty.
Their master never left them, but even with the humans gone, they had their duty. 976 more words
1 month, 3 weeks