Andlat's Story Spot

Another vintage Andlat story! Andlat studied the board before him, his gaze shifting from the board to the cards in his paw and back again. “Ah!” He said. “I’ll build a route from Denver to Kansas City with four orange cards.” He made his move, placing his red train cars in a neat line on the orange boxes as Jack looked on. He was glad that Andlat had not thrown too much of a fit about his conductor cap being pink, nor the fact that the bandana around his neck was more of a scarf, every bit as pink as his cap. After all, he was all boy below the scarf, from his beloved Ace Incredible t-shirt to the shorts that were insistent about sliding down his hips when he excitedly bounced forward from his place on the floor to play his turn. He had pouted more when Jack had accidentally blocked one of his routes. Andlat had tried to hide his disappointment, but he was a bad actor and Jack always knew when he was feeling down. “You might just beat me, kit.” Jack said, studying his own cards. “I...

A classic Andlat tale "Alright, you're about to put down roots. I think it's time to play outside." Jack said, noticing that Andlat had not even looked up when he entered the room. The fox remained on the couch, chin tucked to his chest as he slouched, staring at the video game in his paws. Jack half-expected a string of drool to be coming from the fox's mouth. It was almost as though he was raising a zombie. "Andlat, now." "Let me finish this level." "Andlat." "It'll be like two minutes!" "Kit." The fox's ears perked up in alarm. Jack nodded. "That's more like it, young lady." The fox blushed, his paws playing with the hem of his Ace Incredible t-shirt. He was dressed as a boy, the gesture meant, but Jack did not care. Even tomboy vixenkits were still vixenkits. “Don't forget Rose.” Jack said as the fox shuffled past him. Andlat returned to the couch and the little vixen doll, his face th...

Ben shivered as he hurried along. What was the point of having fur if you still got cold? More importantly though, why had they not cancelled school when it was colder than Antarctica out here? He had asked Mr. Rosenberg, his science teacher, who had explained that it was summer in Antarctica right now, so they really should not compare their winter to Antarctica's summer. "Finally." He muttered as he spied the warm lights of home. He would be warm soon. He dashed up the steps, nearly slipping on the ice. "Shit!" He exclaimed. He hoped that had not been loud enough for anyone inside to hear. He could hear his little brother's voice even through the closed door. What was it about bear cubs that gave them the power to yell through walls? Great, he thought as he heard a second voice. He had Spencer over. Again. Those two were practically inseparable. Pushing inside, he could not help but grin as the warmth of the house wrapped him in a hug. "Close the door...

Andlat sighed and rubbed at his eyes. It was bedtime. He had gotten enough writing done for one night. Getting up out of his bed, he put his underwear back on and turned off his laptop. He had written a good amount of a new Andlat story, but he had not been able to finish it. Maybe tomorrow, he thought as he padded off to the bathroom to give his tail a good brushing. It was essential to brush your tail every night. Every fox heard that a million times growing up. He smiled and admired his tail in the mirror, loving how the red fur looked against the white cotton of his underwear. He turned his attention to the mask of white fur across his face, smoothing it with his paws before setting to work brushing his tail. Returning to his room with a properly brushed tail, Andlat pulled back the covers and turned off the lamp beside his bed. The fox lay in the dark, thinking about the story he had been writing about his fictional counterpart and the big wolf that was his daddy. "I wonder w...

"And of course he washed off the ax in the backyard. But, the most haunted room of all is Grizelda's bedroom. They say that anyone who spends five minutes in there is never the same." Ricky scoffed and then scoffed again when he saw the pure look of terror on both of his friends' faces as Ralph finished the story of the Marr family murders. "Why would some dumb bedroom be the most haunted place? The old man murdered the whole family down in the cellar!" "That's just how the story goes." The grey wolf, Ralph, said with a shrug. "My big sister Lexy says that too, but she said you can't even spend three minutes in the bedroom." Kyle the lynx added. The wolf smiled, grateful for the support against Ricky. "It's dumb." Ricky repeated. "I bet I can make it ten minutes at least in there!" His friends exchanged a look. "C'mon!" "We're really going in there?" The raccoon nodded. "Un...