Posts Tagged ‘shadrach’
August 13, 2016 by Lyn
The Cat Who Walks Through Walls
In a suite and crew full of cy’Linden and delicate, girly men, Shiva exemplifies being female without being girly, being feminine without being fragile, being strong while still being beautiful.
Although, when we first meet her at the first dance of Year Five, she is wearing a dress, that is one of only a handful of occasions where she can be found out of jeans or shorts; Shiva doesn’t like skirts nor shoes and wears both only when she can’t get away with not.… Read on
August 9, 2016 by Lyn
How dependent upon intention is the Law? For example, if someone jokingly says ‘I belong to you’ without meaning the words, are they bound nonetheless?
Let me tell you, Keaira, you’re lucky you’re asking me, and not Mike or someone actually unscrupulous.… Read on
August 3, 2016 by Lyn
Year Five of the Addergoole School, at the time of Book Eight and Nine
After Loose Ends
It was worse than they’d feared.
Considering the state of the boys’ former Kept, perhaps it had been naïve to expect better. Perhaps it was good they hadn’t show up to find them turned into serial killers.… Read on
August 3, 2016 by Lyn
Year Five of the Addergoole School, at the time of Book Seven
The doorbell rang while Ashley was doing the dishes after dinner. She wiped her hands on the towel, wished briefly, before the thought was subsumed beneath a wave of be-a-good-girl, that her roommates believed in more clothing on her than apron, panties, and high heels, and headed to answer the door with a wiggle in her walk just for them.… Read on
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
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