Prince Charming was waiting at the door when Lacey got home from work. Then again, the lazy fucker didn’t often go anywhere else. “Good afternoon to you too,” she cooed as he pawed lustily at her calves. She’d had him neutered too late, and certain habits had never gone away. Jodelle, her ex, had warned her about picking up strays. Prince mewed softly, having seemingly lost interest in his typical molestation. Lacey glanc...

Upon reflection, Bertram decided that his Scott Pilgrim Versus the World poster had to come down. He was proud of how he’d gotten it for free, and no doubt it added a splash of colour to his drab dorm room wall – but the awkward truth was that he hadn’t actually seen the movie while it was in theatres, and he suspected that Tessa would likely judge him for that. He’d met her in his Early Twentieth Century Literature cours...

Lacey was uncomfortable. The dress she’d rented for the party felt alien against her skin, and static cling drew the material to her scrawny legs every time she moved. The faculty chair’s lavish house reminded her with every step of her less-than-impressive financial situation. But perhaps the most uncomfortable element was just how well Rae had adjusted to being the centre of attention. Nine months had now passed since L...