When I was a little girl, my favorite art of the year was when the circus came to town. It was always in the same place–the county fairgrounds. All summer, I’d kept an eye on the empty vacant lot as we drove past it. Every time I saw it–nothing. And then one day, in late August, the grounds...
2022-02-16 21:35:36 +0000 UTC View Post
Three: Baby-Man
On any other day, he would’ve seen Harper’s SUV in the driveway and have automatically begun computing all the routes in the house that would minimize his chances of running into her. Today, he was happy to see her car. He would seek her out.
He di...
2022-02-12 16:53:36 +0000 UTC View Post
Monday
The taxi’s door closed, and before I could say “thanks,” it was back on the road again.
Sometimes the last few years felt like just a single minute. Sometimes it felt like an eternity. Looking at my childhood home now, it was all the familiar things that ...
2022-02-07 19:25:11 +0000 UTC View Post
Two: Hammy
Harper had an on-again, off-again relationship with smoking. It looked cool, she assumed, when she was a teenager. It kept her sane through college. She ditched it when she met Layne. She picked it back up again when they separated. She was vaping now. Not one of...
2022-02-05 03:07:14 +0000 UTC View Post
Throughout the meal, and in between conversations about the weather and our jobs, we shared knowing glances with each other. When the waitress would approach our table, asking if we wanted more water, my wife would smirk at me and it’d be my cue to politely nod and ask for more.
“...
2022-01-31 16:05:43 +0000 UTC View Post
Welcome to the next weekly serialized story: Bottom’s Up! I’m trying a few new things in this story, including perspectives from multiple characters. As always, your feedback (good or bad) is greatly appreciated and welcome.
Enjoy!
One: Donuts<...
2022-01-28 14:01:02 +0000 UTC View Post
One of the first longform stories I wrote e
2022-01-27 21:24:52 +0000 UTC View Post
3 Months Ago
At about the halfway point in her latte, she looked up from her phone to see a young man staring at her from across the cafe. He was trying his damndest to not look conspicuous. She appreciated his attempt at subtlety, though it wasn’t working.
She had ...
2022-01-24 14:00:07 +0000 UTC View Post
Lunch
I have a reputation for being standoffish. Or, on occasion, antisocial. Personally, I don’t believe this to be true, but I also don’t mind that being how others see me. I find that it buys me a lot of social leeway. Get a text? There’s no expectation that I’ll...
2022-01-17 14:01:03 +0000 UTC View Post
Twenty-Two.
Neither Ashley nor I knew what our world would look like in the morning - but almost immediately after waking up we knew that everything had changed.
“What time did we leave the party?” she asked me, still cuddled against me on the bed.
“I have...
2022-01-14 14:01:02 +0000 UTC View PostHey!
So, tomorrow, the final chapter of Neighbors will be posted. Even though this story was fully written since last summer, publishing it every week and reading comments and responses to it has made this story a near-constant part of my life for the last 8 or so months. Seeing it wrap up ...
2022-01-13 16:04:28 +0000 UTC View Post
“You completed your doctorate this year, yes? You are now a PhD?”
She nodded silently.
“That’s very impressive. And you had gotten your master’s before this? Graduated top of your class?”
Another nod.
“Tell me more. What else have you accomplished?”
S...
2022-01-10 14:00:06 +0000 UTC View Post
Twenty-One.
“Can I be honest with you? I feel a little silly right now.”
You’re the one who feels silly? I was the one lying on my back on the bed I shared with my wife - pants removed, diaper opened and damp baby wipes lapping at my tender skin.
...
2022-01-07 14:01:02 +0000 UTC View PostHappy New Year!
Did Mommy or Daddy let you stay up to watch the ball drop? Or, did you just watch your diaper drop into the trash can? Regardless, I’m happy to start a new year with you all.
First and foremost, let’s talk about some of the stories that you’ll be reading here on ...
2022-01-04 13:00:00 +0000 UTC View Post
“If you’ve ever wanted an example of ‘fragile masculinity,’ consider this: I offered my husband a pink bib yesterday. And do you know what he did? He actually turned his nose up at it and scoffed. As if, somehow, a pink bib was beneath him.”
The other women in the room gi...
2022-01-03 15:54:38 +0000 UTC View Post
Twenty.
Somewhere between our twenties and thirties, party culture changes. The music gets lower. The beer gets a little more expensive. There’s more trash in the trash cans than there is on the ground. The food is better. More people show up earlier than later. It was a ...
2021-12-31 14:01:02 +0000 UTC View Post
[Note from QH: There’s a word or two that I had to sensor in the story to ensure Patreon stayed off my back. Hopefully in both cases, it’s clear what the word was intended to be.]
People come and go. I guess that’s pretty obvious, but it still manages to be a life lesson that...
2021-12-27 14:00:05 +0000 UTC View Post
Nineteen.
“You look like you need your diaper changed,” Veronica said with a smirk.
“Huh?”
“You’ve got this pout on your face,” she said. “I don’t know what your problem is. I have to assume you’ve got something in your diaper.”
“Oh...
2021-12-24 14:01:02 +0000 UTC View Post
Logically, I know that Bell Hall is no different from any other dormitory on campus. 40 year old architecture, painted-over block walls, cold and white fluorescent lighting, aged tile floors with generations worth of stains. But the closer I get to the entrance of these all-female dorms, the fast...
2021-12-20 14:00:07 +0000 UTC View Post
Eighteen.
Ashley, perhaps knowing that I would be coming over to her place that night before I even did, had texted me to let me know that I could just let myself in whenever I got there.
While at work, in my most fantastical daydreams, I’d open the door and find he...
2021-12-17 14:01:02 +0000 UTC View Post
An earlier version posted had some erroneously repeated sections. This version should fix it, but please let me know if you catch anything that looks off.
Across the sea of cubicles, he could see her office door was open and waiting.
For all the times he had made t...
2021-12-13 16:00:06 +0000 UTC View Post
Seventeen.
What is that smell?
It was me. I wasn’t sure if the smell of my diaper was what woke me up or not, but it certainly helped me snap out of any lingering drowsiness.
Lucy and I were spooning on her bed. She was, obviously, the big spoon. The ...
2021-12-10 16:00:07 +0000 UTC View PostHey hey, babies! I hope you’re doing well!
I thought I’d do something new this month. I have all of December’s stories scheduled and ready to go, and I thought I’d give everyone a sense of what’s coming over the next few weeks:
Tier 1
I once read a book about a man convicted of murder. Some of the details have slipped my memory by now - the irrelevant ones. But he was seen as a person of interest almost immediately, though he denied having any involvement in the incident. Over the next few weeks, as investigators found more cl...
2021-12-06 14:01:03 +0000 UTC View Post
Sixteen.
It was starting to feel like a trend, where I’d wake up every morning wondering if the night before really happened or if it was a dream.
Ashley and Veronica making out in the kitchen. Ashley and I running into each other at the bar. My nights out with Lucy...
2021-12-03 14:01:02 +0000 UTC View Post
Three
My mother had been a clean freak. At the risk of sounding dismissive, I think it was a different time. She never worked once she had kids, and so all she had was cleaning. She had a schedule. She vacuumed three times a week: Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays. Mondays...
2021-11-29 21:18:13 +0000 UTC View Post
Fifteen.
In the evening following Veronica and I’s breakfast, the two of us sat side-by-side on the couch while Ashley stood before us. She had dropped by saying that she had good news that she wanted to share. I couldn’t speak for Veronica, but I had this strange feeli...
2021-11-26 14:01:02 +0000 UTC View Post
She’s got a cup of coffee in her hands, but she’s not drinking it. She hasn’t taken a single sip out of it yet. I’m tempted to be frustrated about it. It’s hot coffee. I paid for it. And now it’s just sitting in her hands, slowly losing heat.
She’s doing this on purpose, I thi...
2021-11-23 01:00:05 +0000 UTC View Post
Fourteen.
By the time that Lucy sent me home in a clean diaper, it was close to 2 AM. I had one single regret for the entire evening, and that was that I didn’t think to take the next day off. The workday was going to be brutal - though it would be worth it.
She had...
2021-11-19 18:33:10 +0000 UTC View Post
I had never been ravaged before. That sort of thing only happened in the novels I read. The ones with painted covers and titles in script on the cover; the ones I kept in a drawer in my bedside table so that it wasn’t just sitting out in the event that someone else was in my room. Even...
2021-11-15 17:10:05 +0000 UTC View Post