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  1. Motherhood


    August 2, 2016 by Lyn

    This story takes place Monday night, the second week of Addergoole

    Shira Pelletier came home from teaching classes to find her youngest daughter, and both her daughter’s babies, crying. Megan was singing softly to Carrig, bouncing him lightly on her hip, but her voice was cracking, and there were tears streaking her face and the baby’s.… Read on

  2. Something to Drink About


    August 1, 2016 by Lyn

    coat_of_armsSSt. Patrick’s Day, Year 4 of the Addergoole School. 

    “Another drink?” Ivette was wearing just over the legal minimum, all of it emerald-green, and had topped it with a green sequined top hat; she looked like the cover girl for Fuck Bunnies of Ireland, and she was holding a tall bottle of expensive Irish whiskey.… Read on

  3. You’re a Jet all the Way


    August 1, 2016 by Lyn

    The fifth Friday of the Fourth Year of the Addergoole School.

    Dr. Regine stood up in front of the Dining Hall before dinner began Friday with her customary lack of ceremony and complete command of the student body’s attention. Mabina, somewhat inured to the effect, noticed the look on the faces of the Fourth Cohorts in her crew: Oh, shit, now what?Read on

  4. Baby Ducks


    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

  5. All You Zombies


    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.”… Read on

  6. Chapter 5: Kailani


    August 12, 2015 by Lyn

    Let me enlighten you…

    The small dining hall seemed louder every time Kailani entered it, but less chaotic, too, as returning students reasserted established patterns and new students came to their own equilibrium.

    She had found her place already, or, rather, Taro had found it for her.… Read on

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