The Areson Stories

The Human Rabbit By E. M. Areson He woke up in his burrow and rolled off his side and onto his legs. The smell of Earth filled his nose and it twitched from side to side. He forced it to stop. Humans didn’t have twitchy noses. He walked to the small fragment mirror and looked at himself. He was bland. Brown eyes and brown fur. Hair, humans have hair. He tried to stand on his back legs then looked at himself. If I walked on my back legs I’d need clothes like they had. Why aren’t they real? I would love to see a real human. He set down on all his paws again. Looking at himself one last time. Turning he used his mouth to pull a loose leaf back into his pile of bedding. It tasted a little old in his mouth and he reminded himself to change bedding tonight. He climbed out of the burrow and blinked in the bright sun. Hopping down a path the deer had made he hurried to the library. He couldn’t be late. Suddenly a white hoof was on the path ahead; he stopped in reverence if

Siren By E. M. Areson To say I’ve been at the bottom of the food chain is an understatement. I don’t know exactly where I’m from but I’ve been bought, stolen and resold more times then I can remember. Currently, my name is Deril, but that could change any day my current master decides he doesn’t like it. Like where I’m from, my actual name’s been forgotten with all the times I’ve been shipped around. You might wonder what I’ve been doing to be in such trouble. I’m a cabin boy, I’ve served merchants, the Ingush, the Renche, and the Painsh. Currently, though I’m owned by pirates. Of course, I never stay with one master for too long they say I’m a curse, ever boat I go on sinks within six months of my in-barking. Freedom is all I’ve ever wanted, but I can’t seem to stay off the sea. I swallowed, “Yes Sir, I’ve seen some tough times; but what do you mean you’ll free me?” “There’s an island we’re getting near. An ol’ friend a mine left some loot we were supposed to divvy up. He died

Humans At Lunch By E. M. Areson   Sometimes I wonder about the humans I live amongst. They are inferior that is true and they are cruel but they have a strange knack for getting in trouble. Like today, just a normal day for a Metry in disguised as a human in a normal high school, in a normal town. We were eating our mid-day meal, one the humans refer to as lunch. The need for humans to eat three times a day has added more sizes to my waist then I’d like to admit. I was eating the human delicacy of mashed potatoes and mystery meat. My human companions, my friends according to the human term, were already finished when they begin their escapade into foolishness. “So Mr. Ankleron wanted me to join swim and I was like fat people don’t swim. He can’t figure out why I don’t do sports and it’s like, dude fat people don’t play sports!”  I would like to interject something here. My human com- I mean my friend, James, is not fat. That being said, he’s a larger size than any of my

Music Listener E. M. Areson They don’t get it, I thought as I sat with my friends listening to music. This song was written by someone in genuine pain, not just someone trying to sell albums. Stupid. So, so stupid!  Everyone was singing along and I pretended to enjoy with them but how could I? Tears pooled in my eyes and I tried to ignore the twisting in my gut. They were normal people, not like me. I was a freak. I was one of the unspoken. I found out after I had been contacted by an underground member. I was a silent contract. An ear for those dead to the world because of their differences. “So sweet!” Emma said looking joyful. Yeah right, ‘cause a guy thinking of killing himself is romantic. Man, I hate knowing what someone thought when they wrote a piece of music, I thought to force my smile wider. “I LOVE THIS SONG!” Kaden said in his deep voice. “It’s for girls,” Clare said punching his shoulder. “Says who?” The guy who wrote it meant for it to be his su