Approachability is something I’ve never researched, but I have it. (Adding it to the “one of these days I’ll read about __________” list.) Having it puts you in a lot of interesting situations if you agree to get into them, like letting a guy you just met throw you a magic show birthday party. I invited a handful of people, including my sister and a few of her friends. It was a mixed crowd: underagers, my sarcastic high school crew […]
Categories: stories
The bathroom stalls were covered in a plastic laminate, textured to look like granite. Though the surfaces were modeled to look like something hard and tough, they were practically in shambles. There was a solid, operating door in front of me, but the partition to my left was missing – nothing left but rusted screws and hinges covered in mdf dust. I could chat with and smell anyone who chose to drop their feces there. People I had never met […]
Categories: slumber • Tags: bathroom stall, Dream, subconscious
The uniform I had to wear was ill fitting. Looking in the mirror was looking at a sack of potatoes on it’s way to private school. I was at an age where I wanted to show off my body and owned a sewing machine and tumble dryer. It only took a few hours to shrink the garments and take in the waists on the cardigans and shirts. The cardigan no longer buttoned. My left and right breasts were rivals, creating […]
Categories: secrets
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