STORIES

The yard felt smaller each day. The chain was always tight around my neck. It did not matter where I stood. Cold ground pressed into …

Irma remembers the smell before anything else. Rotting food. Hot plastic. Fear that had no name yet. She was only four weeks old, small enough …

He did not have a name then. He was just a body on the street. A tired shape curled near the curb. Dust clung to …

She did not know what a container was, only that it was dark and smelled like fear. The metal walls were cold, and the floor …

Junie did not wake up that morning knowing her name. She only knew pain, cold air, and a body that felt too tired to move. …

He lay still on the side of the road, feeling the world spin around him. The ground was cold and rough, and every breath hurt …

She cried through the long night, alone behind cold bars. The shelter was quiet, but her heart was not. Each sound echoed, making her body …

When Dobby was carried through the clinic door, he felt like a mistake that should not exist. He did not feel like a dog. He …

Kona once believed her badge meant forever. She had worn it with pride, even when her legs grew tired. Her days were filled with commands, …

The house felt too quiet that morning. Even the walls seemed to know something was missing. Odin lay on the floor, breathing slow and heavy. …