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July, 2016

  1. If you can’t be with the ones you love…

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    July 31, 2016 by Lyn

    This story takes place on Thanksgiving Day of the third year of the Addergoole School.

    Ioanna wanted to go home. It was Thanksgiving, and she wanted to be with her father and stepmother and their raucous family of step- and half-brothers and her tiny baby sister, eating turkey and candied yams, and watching football.… Read on


  2. If It Ain’t Broke…

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    July 31, 2016 by Lyn

    One week after The Morning After the Night Before

     

    Content warning: Ib & Callista’s story (this and the preceding 2 stories) gets DARK, and after this story, it’s rather unrelentingly dark up ’till the end of year 5.  Skip this, The Devil You Know, and The Morning After the Night Before if you don’t want to read the slow abuse of a Kept. Read on


  3. The Morning After the Night Before

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    July 31, 2016 by Lyn

    This story takes place the day after “The Devil You Know,” on the second Sunday of Year 3 of the Addergoole School.

     

    Content warning: Ib & Callista’s story (this and the preceding and following stories) gets DARK, and after this story, it’s rather unrelentingly dark up ’till the end of year 5.  Read on


  4. The Devil You Know

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    July 31, 2016 by Lyn

    This story takes place on the second Saturday of Year 3 of the Addergoole School.

     

    Content warning: Ib & Callista’s story (this and the next 2 stories) gets DARK, and after this story, it’s rather unrelentingly dark up ’till the end of year 5.  Read on


  5. Discovery

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    July 31, 2016 by Lyn

    Year Three of the Addergoole School, Day One
    Allyse

    Being home for a month had been too weird. Allyse’s skin felt itchy, working around the layers of geasa that were at once unnecessary and far too confining. She’d wanted to ask her mother about Addergoole.… Read on


  6. Baby Ducks

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    July 29, 2016 by Lyn

    This story takes place on the first day of the third year of the Addergoole School.

    They’d taken all her luggage, and now she was standing in a hallway after the entirely-unhelpful orientation, no clear idea where to go nor where her worldly possessions, such as they were, had gone.… Read on


  7. Making An Entrance

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    July 29, 2016 by Lyn

    One month before the beginning of classes, Year One of the Addergoole School, August 5th, 1995

    She was the last teacher to arrive, months after some and years after others. It had been harder than expected for Regine to find a romance-languages teacher who met all of her stringent qualifications, and, looking at the woman standing in the airport – posing.Read on


  8. Fond Farewells

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    July 29, 2016 by Lyn

    This story takes place just before Year Three of the Addergoole School.

    The night was warm, the crickets loud, and the creek between their houses nearly dry. Mabina and Eric cuddled under the shade of a giant maple tree, kissing each other with an urgency that was more desperation than arousal.… Read on


  9. Learning Lessons

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    July 29, 2016 by Lyn

    “Well.” Anise unbuckled the collar and let it fall slowly to the bed. Her neck felt weird without it, naked and a little itchy.

    “Well.” Ty watched her awkwardly. He was fiddling, twiddling his thumbs, every bit as uncomfortable as she was.… Read on


  10. Connect the Dots

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    July 29, 2016 by Lyn

    December, Year 2 of the Addergoole School

    It had been a calm few days, and Jo had managed to get a full night of sleep for several nights in a row; after a series of problems that had left her running on soda and adrenaline, she was glad for the rest but restless enough to wake up before dawn.… Read on


  11. He Said, She Said

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    July 27, 2016 by Lyn

    Second year of the Addergoole School

    Anatoliy was late. Amanada lounged against the gym doorway, posing to best show off the short-skirted schoolgirl outfit she’d bought, just yesterday, just to see his reaction. She’d know if he was coming, of course; even if his body didn’t fill the hallway, his presence would.… Read on


  12. Descent

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    July 27, 2016 by Lyn

    Year Two of the Addergoole School, Day One

    Allyse

    “This fucking sucks.” The lean blonde girl flopped down on her suitcases, her ponytail bobbing in punctuation.

    “It blows.” The second girl, dark where the first was fair but every bit as lean and muscular, echoed the motion, sitting on her own suitcase.… Read on


  13. Making a Name

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    July 27, 2016 by Lyn

    The summer between years one and two of the Addergoole School

    “Are you sure?” Even as she asked, Ginger was setting out food on Maureen’s wide patio table.

    “I’m sure. You’re doing fine, dear, and people have relaxed around you. Now the trick is to make them think twice.”

    “But you said it.… Read on


  14. More Than Words

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    July 27, 2016 by Lyn

    School was settling in to a tolerable level of weird for Donegal. It wasn’t comfortable, exactly, but his friends seemed to be doing well, and there didn’t seem to be any choice but to do well, to, settle in, and wait for the Change.… Read on


  15. All You Zombies

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    July 27, 2016 by Lyn

    “There’s something wrong with this place,” Aella insisted, for what had to be the millionth time. Next to her, Amanada took a pause from painting her toenails to roll her eyes – for what had to be the 999,999th time.

    “You’re making mountains out of molehills, Aella,” she insisted, “and molehills out of thin air.”

    “And thin air out of your imagination,” Megan added helpfully.… Read on


  16. Some Like it Hot

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    July 27, 2016 by Lyn

    Year One of the Addergoole School

    It took Ginger Cayenne a week to end up crying in Maureen’s kitchen. The former madam was patient with the new teacher as she sniffled, supplying her with ginger snaps, laced coffee, and tissues before finally asking, “Now, what’s wrong, dear?”

    “Everybody hates me,” the girl sniffled.… Read on


  17. Faith Alone

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    July 27, 2016 by Lyn

    On the first week of the first year of the Addergoole School

    “It’s going to be strange here,” Donegal’s father warned him, with the pinch-faced frown that he got when talking about the boarding school.

    “Dad, it’s a school,” Donegal replied, more than a bit exasperated.… Read on


  18. Ripples

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    July 27, 2016 by Lyn

    On the first day of the first year of the Addergoole School

    The years had been kind to Ambrus, but he hadn’t noticed how kind, or how many years, until he stood in the hallway, watching the first cohort of Addergoole students flowing past him.… Read on


  19. Carrot and Stick

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    July 27, 2016 by Lyn

    Directly after In the Hall of the Elf Queen

    The puppy had, after an hour or two of driving, stopped whimpering. Caspian had put her in the back seat of his Avalon, still bound and with the addition of a gag, and thrown a blanket over her to conceal her.… Read on


  20. In the Hall of the Elf-Queen

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    July 27, 2016 by Lyn

    Sometime around the 1st year of the Addergoole School:

    The Hunters had brought in new captives, and so the Elf Queen was holding court. And because Tasiankia was holding court, Caspian and Regan were there.

    Regan, of course, fought him every inch of the way, but Caspian knew which side his bread was buttered on, and by extension, his sister’s bread and butter, so they were there, in their finest, the geas laid on Regan so clever that not the sharpest seer could detect it, so strong that even his sister’s rock-hard revolve could not crack it.… Read on


  21. If You Believed

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    July 27, 2016 by Lyn

    This story begins the July before the first year of the Addergoole School, on July 20th, 1995.

    The school was ready, the walls painted and paneled, the books on the shelves, the wards set, and in less than two months, the first students would step foot inside Regine’s project.… Read on


  22. Auld Lang Syne

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    July 27, 2016 by Lyn

    December 31, 1980

    “It’s a baby, love.” Michelle Linden-Blossom smiled indulgently at Kenneth; so strong, so capable, and yet so entirely helpless when it came to domestic things. He would have to learn, though, wouldn’t he?

    “It’s tiny.” He set one finger gingerly in his son’s small hand.… Read on


  23. Questions

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    July 27, 2016 by Lyn

    Kailani, age 5:

    She was, her kindergarten teacher said, inquisitive. It was said in that air of an adult trying to say something above her head, a sensation she was already very familiar with and already disliked strongly.

    Teachers, she found out, didn’t like being told either of those things.… Read on


  24. Lessons they don’t teach in school

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    July 27, 2016 by Lyn

    October, 1989

    Aunt Anna picked her up from school. She was sitting, calmly, or at least quietly, in the principal’s office, an icepack held to her eye, two seats from the sniffling, whimpering, horrible bully Matt Littles.

    Aunt Anna sat down in a flurry of peasant skirts, ignoring the disapproving glare of the secretary.… Read on


  25. Summer Camp

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    July 27, 2016 by Lyn

    Sometime between 1987 & 1993

    “Summer what?”

    “Summer camp,” DJ said cheerfully. “You know, tents and bugs and swimming in the lake and other kids Ty’s age.”

    “Human kids. Normal, every-day human kids.” Penn eyed DJ doubtfully. He was a nice guy, but he never seemed the most practical, especially when it came to his oldest child.… Read on


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