Tuesday, June 10th:

I sat down in a desk near the back of a classroom. From behind me, Steph commented that I was starting the week in the same clothes I'd worn Friday. I remembered grabbing the nearest shirt I could find that morning.... I looked down; I couldn't decide whether my lavender and mulberry striped button-down was clashing with the ( Read more... )

Thursday, March 20th:

I chatted with Alison, Tammy, Cassy, and Marylin (their mother) in their kitchen. I haven't seen them since Alison's wedding, and they looked the same—happy, edgily well-dressed—except that Alison wore her normal stylings instead of the white gown.
( Old-Fashioned Data Storage, My New Career As a Goblin )

She motioned me closer, and I lay down on my back, my head propped in her lap. I closed my eyes, comfortable and warm, while ███████ worked on a crossword puzzle.

I woke up feeling safe, loved, and well-rested, desperately wanting to go back to sleep.

Monday, Feb 20th:

Rob handed me a cylindrical bearing maybe 2cm long and told me to make a few more. It was oddly shaped; the middle half was wider, and beveled down to the outsides. I stood by five nearly-identical machines, beige boxes about half the size of a lunch box, each on an angled metal floor stand. They looked suspiciously like the ( Read more... )

Saturday morning:

musicin68 cheered and shouted directions while Ed played a video game. His character hopped or glided towards a hexagon of honeycomb tiles; a white spiral (the Vortex spiral?) spun overhead, or maybe it was etched into the platform. Every tile held a small navy pip or a jelly-like finger-puppet monster. I told Ed to aim for the purple ( Read more... )

Monday morning:

Genevieve spoke earnestly with Chris. Concern balanced on her face between attention and sadness.
( containing Sparse Dialog and Curved Surfaces )