It was morning at the St. Margaret’s Academy for Wayward Girls, and dressed in their standard school uniforms consisting of a simple blazer and a knee length skirt, the twenty or so girls of class 2-1 stared straight ahead as they waited for their usual inspection to begin. It was like this every day before class. Standing silently beside their desks, they shifted nervously in place as their homeroom teacher walked on by...

It was another day at the St. Margaret’s Academy for Wayward Girls, and having just finished their morning inspection, the twenty or so girls of Mr. Wilson’s eighteen-year-old class slowly let their skirts fall back down into place. Then, with their faces burning bright red from the lingering humiliation, they turned to walk back to their desks. In between the silence of the room and the chatter of their chairs, not a sin...

It was the beginning of May at the St. Margaret’s Academy for Wayward Girls, and between the final few days of the spring semester and the start of the mid-year break, summer fell upon the school with the promise of all it had to offer. In the typical Arcadian fashion of the open-air countryside, however, the season also brought with it a sweltering heat that seemed to swallow everything alive. Birds, beasts, man, and sto...