This is the final official episode of the year. We will back in January with new episodes. I hope everyone has a wonderful holiday season. I will try to sneak…
Meant for this to be out sooner. However, writing and editing took a bit longer than I anticipated. I also upgraded my GPU this weekend so that set me back…
in celebration of the 800th episode i wanted to do a bonus episode. Charity story will post at its normal time. Jordan stirred beneath the quilted blankets of his bed,…
Sara lay beside Chloe, the steady rise and fall of their breathing synchronized like waves against a quiet shore. A sheen of sweat shimmered at her brow, glistening faintly in…
The quiet hum of central air whispered through Chloe’s private suite, carrying the faintest chill that never quite reached the warmth beneath the plush comforter. Moonlight spilled across the curved…
Note: Looks like the picture didn't upload correctly. Will get it posted when i get of work in a few hours. The surface of Chloe’s dresser stretched out like a…
Ezra J. Harris wanted to scream. He wanted to yell so hard it punched through the polished cafeteria windows, splintered glass across the courtyard, and ricocheted down the halls of Roosevelt Middle…
The dish clinked faintly against the tabletop as Ezra lowered his face to the water. Cool, filtered, faintly plastic. Underneath it, that stubborn, clean chemical tang clung to everything in the cafeteria,…
Ezra ate the pellets. He hated how he could feel himself getting full. How his grumbling stomach eased. How maybe Dayton was right. The more he ate the more it felt like he had more energy. He wasn’t as…
Dayton finished her iced tea setting the bottle down, and then finally did the thing Ezra had been dreading and needing at the same time. She unclipped the tiny green and clear bowl…
Dayton didn’t drift toward their table like she was trying not to be noticed. She cut across the cafeteria with the same controlled pace she’d used in the hallway, tray balanced under one arm, the…
The Roosevelt lunchroom was doing what it always did, which was pretending it wasn’t a zoo. Trays clattered like cymbals. Chairs screeched. A hundred conversations rose and fell in overlapping waves, every laugh…