A story set in the fictional town of Ardenthill.
((Content Warning: Alcohol abuse. A character throws up.)) Keeley considered her situation as Vidette brought her a plate of spaghetti. Sure, she was sitting in a high chair, in a diaper. On the other hand, she hadn’t had to make dinner at all. It was kind of like being waited on by her friends. “Do …
There was nothing worse than being lonely. Except, of course, being lonely and deserving it. Briana sat against the corner of her playpen and listlessly batted her stuffies back and forth. The Round Table of Cloudland had been demoted from proud knights to pillows, chew toys, and stuff to toss around the playpen. All of …
“You should share your location on your phone for these jobs.” Clarissa’s voice was a little crackly over the phone. The gated community Monserrat was driving into apparently had crappy cell coverage. “Oh yeah, and why’s that?” Monserrat asked. “For safety reasons, obviously.” Clarissa said. “I’m your safety buddy on these jobs.” “Uh huh.” Monserrat …
“I get everything you’re saying, Mr. Nguyen.” Monserrat said. “But I can’t really take your word for it one hundred percent, because Fabiola isn’t here.” “Just call me Nick.” He said. “You’re never going to hit that pronunciation anyway.” “Sorry.” Monserrat winced. “I thought I was pretty close.” “You are about as close as white …
“Tell me again how it isn’t prostitution.” The voice on the phone was more than a little sarcastic. Not that Clarissa had a lot of tones that weren’t sarcastic. Monserrat glanced in irritation at her phone, hanging on the dash of her car. With an effort she forced her eyes back on the road. “Because, …
Melody flipped through their phone while they waited for Rosa to get home from work. They hadn’t seen Briana since Thanksgiving dinner. Hopefully their little sister was okay. Melody wondered if Briana would be okay with them calling her that. It felt good to do privately at least, felt right. Briana was on some kind …
It was getting hard to be a Scrooge these days. Melody liked to think that they were too cool for celebrations and parties and normie holiday stuff. Sitting on their girlfriend’s lap, with a glass of limoncello in their hand and full of food, they were willing to admit that they were wrong. There might …
Thanksgiving was finally here! Briana was so excited, that Veronica accused her of having already gotten into the cookies. Mom didn’t understand. It was Thanksgiving. That meant amazing food, and a big party, and friends! Friends everywhere, all over the house. When Jane told her how many people were going to be at dinner Briana …
“How would you say that things are going with the treatment?” Veronica asked Melody. “Everything seems to be going good.” Melody said with a shrug. “Are you sure?” Veronica eyed Melody critically. “Yeah, why wouldn’t it be? All my class and work stuff is getting done.” “As I recall, your meltdown that resulted in problems …
Briana woke in her crib, from a troubling dream. She couldn’t remember what had been happening, but somebody had been chasing her and – Melody as well? The last tattered images of the dream fled before her waking thoughts. That was sucky, because the dream seemed important. Melody hadn’t wanted to talk to her about …