The Core: Wait Til Dad Hears About This
"-thank you, ma'am. So there's some good news for you in the latest polls. You're crushing it with the college-educated, and you're doing really well with the older vote. These are the kind of people who turn out, especially in primaries, so you're in...
The Core
In some ways, working out at The Core was secondary. The upscale gym had bleeding-edge equipment and amenities that made a grueling exercise regimen feel like a relaxing indulgence, but most of the men that came here (and they were all men) could...
Forty Miles East of Cornett, Texas
The warm tones of a pedal steel guitar floated from the speakers like campfire smoke rising into the night. The Sylveon's heavy hand reached over to the knob, turning it to the right by a few degrees, before returning to the wheel. His other arm,...
Shocking Pink
Sunny Appleby's room looked like a boy's room and a girl's room got thrown in a box together and shaken around. It was painted a light enough shade of blue to work for either gender, and cluttered with the Shinx's belongings. A game console was set up...
Skunk
I You thought you were having a nightmare at first. It would certainly make more sense than the alternative. And yet, as the figure at the far end of your basement began to walk towards you without hurry, it began to seem more and more real-the echo...
Call from the Viceroy
Hi, honey. Mmmm, did you go somewhere quiet just for me? I know you're so busy these days. I bet you barely have enough time for your girlfriend. But as soon as you see little old me come up on your caller ID you clear your schedule, hmmmm?~ You're...
The Prettiest Misogynist
Sunny Appleby sat in a leather armchair and looked into his compact mirror, carefully inspecting his face to see if he had made any mistakes. Were there any smudges on the corners of his lips? Did he go too heavy on the eyeshadow? Too much blush? He...
Charm School Interlude: Humbling
"'Ello? Oh, Sera! Good to hear from you, luv!" Charlotte Ballard held the phone to her ear, seated comfortably in a wicker chair out in the garden. It was unseasonably warm today, which Charlotte was happy to take advantage of; Ice-type or no, a...
Practice Makes Perfect
Good evening, boy. Is that how a slave should greet his master? On your knees. Good boy. If you behave this weekend, Joseph told me he'd give you a treat when he gets back. Isn't that nice of him? ...speaking of Joseph, he told me something...
Halloween Happy Ending
From the outside, it looked like it had been drawn by that fellow who did the _Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark_ books-the one who went way, way further than he needed to. It was a big, gothic manor on a hill, with tombstone-grey paint and a front...
Charm School: Drunk Tank
**Chapter Three: In Which Our Heroine Drunk Dials a Friend and Messily Eats a Plum** --- Towards the beginning of Portia Blackburn's short stint at uni, a hypnotist came and did a show. He was disappointingly ordinary; he was a short, scrawny fennec...
Finish the Job
Lyle wasn't in a dungeon. While one certainly wouldn't want to find themselves in a dungeon, the word at least suggested a sort of gravitas; in a dungeon, there would be ancient stone steps, torches lining the walls, a big creepy hooded guard, ghostly...