Typewriter Emergencies December 2017
Typewriter Emergencies is a magazine of furry literature. It's purpose is to offer authors a venue of publication while earning a small sum for their work. The journal features interviews with editors, artists, and authors, as well as poetry, short fiction, reviews, and articles on writing. The December issue features an interview with Sherayah Witcher, an editor for Thurston Howl Publications, Poetry by Bruno Schafer, a review by Hakuzo Sionnach, and short stories from Mary E. Lowd, Timothy Pulo, Dwale, Kageichi Kagi, and BanWynn Oakshadow.
Typewriter Emergencies is a magazine of furry literature. It's purpose is to offer authors a venue of publication while earning a small sum for their work. The journal features interviews with editors, artists, and authors, as well as poetry, short fiction, reviews, and articles on writing. The December issue features an interview with Sherayah Witcher, an editor for Thurston Howl Publications, Poetry by Bruno Schafer, a review by Hakuzo Sionnach, and short stories from Mary E. Lowd, Timothy Pulo, Dwale, Kageichi Kagi, and BanWynn Oakshadow.
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wolf country, you understand?”<br />
By the time his anger had been spent, the haze of his dark rage cleared,<br />
Diego was in a sorry state. Armored plates notwithstanding, his skin was<br />
split about the upper torso, his uniform splotched with fresh red stains. The<br />
twin scents of blood and urine filled the narrow walkway with their stink.<br />
Irvine flung the broomstick aside and spat.<br />
“You wanna keep your job, you’re gonna scrub all your shitty blood out<br />
of my carpet before you go home. Off the clock.”<br />
He strutted down the hallway and would have left it at that had he not<br />
run into a pair of cops on his way back downstairs. Norton must have called<br />
them, but how could they be here so soon? He realized he must have beaten<br />
on Diego for several minutes at least.<br />
“He’s up there,” Irvine said, the lie taking shape before he was even aware<br />
of it. “Damned gypsy said I have dog in my family, which I don’t, and then<br />
he took a swing at me. I had to defend myself.”<br />
The three of them went upstairs to where Diego was still floored. The<br />
officers noted the bloodied weapon Irvine had used, and how there wasn’t<br />
a broom-head anywhere in sight, but said nothing as they slapped the<br />
handcuffs onto the armadillo and lugged the sagging, broken body to their<br />
squad car over his feeble protests.<br />
“We’ll have to ask you to come down and give a statement,” a cop<br />
explained to Irvine in the empty parking lot.<br />
“Of course,” he said, and smiled.<br />
“But, it looks pretty ‘open-and-shut’ to me,” the police-wolf smiled in<br />
turn as he gave Irvine a congratulatory handshake. “Everyone knows those<br />
people are a bunch of savages.”<br />
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