"What?! It's not even Valentine's day for like another two weeks!"

That sound, up in the fifth floor common room? That was the sound of Xanthippe Voorhees scrolling through her Snapchat and her insta feed and suddenly seeing basically nothing from her friends in New York except, like, cute couple photos and gross PDA videos. A ton of them. Like a ( Read more... )

Rhys had gone into town yesterday to maybe find a Halloween costume (A pirate costume. He had missing eye, the pirate thing was just a given, okay?) and instead had found a familiar game in that creepy old resale shop ( Read more... )

It started around midnight. Big, purple globs of grape jello, raining down from the sky. Jello drenched the bricks, the emo garden up on the roof, and every window that happened to be on the wrong end of the wind ( Read more... )

Rhys had somehow lost the race to take control of his room from his 'roommate'. He'd fallen down, that's how he lost it. Teach him to try winning a race by running in a serpentine pattern. It didn't even make sense, Rhys! What had he been hoping to accomplish with that ( Read more... )