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Chapter 1 - We Just Make Toys
[10 Dec 2017 07:19] [+49] [Comments: 9] [Last Comment: 20 Dec 2017 23:14]

"The colorful crowd beamed up at me, smiling their toothy golden grins. It felt great, because it went very well. Like it always does. I eyed my pals coming down from the stand, gathering my laptop and unplugging it from the projector. They gave me those knowing looks they always give me, the wordless good-jobs and well-dones. Felt good, felt really really good. These are the types of moments I live for. They conveniently happen once a month."

Chapter 2 - To Think I've Spent My Whole Life Waiting
[11 Dec 2017 15:13] [+35] [Comments: 10] [Last Comment: 13 Dec 2017 14:58]

"The house was massive, and had a… well, it doesn't sound like a beautiful color scheme, but trust me. The dark brown and red were very artfully done. It would have made me happy if it weren't for the big face painted on the top. It felt like it was looking at me. I didn't like it at all. I climbed up the hill and out of the forest, up into the clearing around the house. The yellow pathway up to the house winded unnecessarily, but I followed it anyways because it was a charming detail."

Chapter 3 - I Don't Get It, I Functioned Before
[13 Dec 2017 08:19] [+33] [Comments: 6] [Last Comment: 13 Dec 2017 20:47]

"I was crumpled on the couch, and the two kids were playing with the huge tubs of legos behind me. Cinnamon buns, warm blankets, some reassuring words, and The Aquabats had finally managed to calm them down. I was sure there was a med kit somewhere in the house, but I just hadn't the time to find it."

Chapter 4 - You Can't Win Them All
[15 Dec 2017 16:07] [+20] [Comments: 4] [Last Comment: 16 Dec 2017 13:20]

"I got the hit on the radio — '42-7, 459 at 38657 Green Street'. Only a couple blocks away. I hit the siren, pulled a U-turn and went straight there. Got there before any backup did. Couldn't wait, bust down the door. Whole place was silent. Had my pistol out. Moved door to door on the first floor, kicking them down. Some were open already. Got to the kids' bedroom — shoulda guessed, the sicko — and bust it down. Didn't have time to take in the scene, only noticed the 'sitter sprawled out on the floor afterwards."

Chapter 5 - Be Strange or Be Forgotten
[17 Dec 2017 16:39] [+25] [Comments: 7] [Last Comment: 22 Feb 2018 18:22]

"I was nervous. Shaken and nervous, terribly so. The past few nights I had awoken to the sounds of helicopters, and I thought I imagined there to be voices reverberating through the space. The great dark woods outside of my window suddenly felt less like a wall between me and the rest of the world and more like a great suppressor of my senses. I stared between their bars of bark and their perfect ever blossoming greenery and felt uneasy. I couldn't fall asleep like this. I rose, closed the curtains, and then crawled back into bed. The mobile that hung over my crib tinkled softly, and the glow in the dark stars around the room twinkled and sparkled at me. I had closed the curtains, why couldn't I fall asleep?"


Chapter i - Life's a Show
[17 Dec 2017 16:39] [+22] [Comments: 4] [Last Comment: 19 Dec 2017 19:40]

"How does she know that you love her? How does she know that she's yours? How does she know that you love her? How does she know that you love her? How does she know that you really, really, truly, love her? How does she know that you love her? How do you show that you love her? How does she know that you really, really, truly, love her?

Whoops, sorry! I'm loud…"

Chapter 2i - …And I'm the Star!
[05 Jan 2018 02:29] [+31] [Comments: 4] [Last Comment: 06 Aug 2018 21:58]

"The odd, tiger-colored, water-act-ruining spectacle was helped down into a seat at one end of a table in the Ringmaster's Tent. He twitched a couple of times, trying to find a position that didn't make it painful to sit. He settled on tilting himself to lean heavily on his left elbow. He was wincing and covered in bandages (in many multiple colors). A muscular man entered and sat down opposite him, looking pensively at the sore, sorry sight trying its best to look presentable in tattered attire. Eventually, the helpers had backed off from the altogether unsightly figure and competed over who had picked the most piranha teeth out of the guy."

Chapter 3i - Back in Habit
[13 Aug 2018 17:35] [+9] [Comments: 3] [Last Comment: 15 Aug 2018 18:27]

"Dr. Tinkles rolled his patchwork chair backwards, stood up, and walked out the small white tent with conviction and purpose. Brainy, given the task to not faint, struggled to stimulate himself. Anything to keep himself awake. He searched the dusty space for any and all details he could catch. The small table of medical tools that he didn't recognize. The big red pluses on each of the six walls. The… IVs. The needles, oh jimminy the needles, and that big, beeping machine that sat at his left bedside. He was sure it was hooked up to him somehow, but he didn't want to search his body for every penetration and where all the tubes led."

Chapter 4i - Pepper's Lament
[19 Aug 2018 18:07] [+13] [Comments: 3] [Last Comment: 19 Aug 2018 22:51]

"It sat on a stand, leaned back on leg, in the back of a small circular stall. Tall black candles ran in a crescent behind and around it, all unlit but melted with use. 'Pepper's Haunted Mirror!' a sign boasted, 'Just [    ] to see a real life ghost!'. Space was left for a cost to be written. Currencies and prices changed depending on the location of the Circus. All the same, this one seemed less worn than others. A new act? Whoever Pepper was, they clearly didn't take good care of their props. The mirror had smudges, dirt, and other marks all over it. Fortunately, it was glass, and glass was pretty easy to clean. Brainy put down the cart's handle, grabbed the spray, and got to work."


Chapter 0 - Sometimes the Best Intentions are in Need of Redemption
[25 Jan 2018 06:13] [+19] [Comments: 4] [Last Comment: 25 Jan 2018 23:18]

"I leaned up against my work bench, still pinching my nose with my left hand, and smiled at Thomas Timothy Thompson. The happy bumbling droning of all the others working on projects in the Toy Creation Department, along with the loud whir of their instruments and tools, assaulted the ears of all in the great metal hall (if they didn't feel like using company provided Too-Much-Stuff Sound Pounder Earmmuffs™), and made it hard to hear one another."

Chapter -1 - And I Think To Myself…
[09 Jul 2018 03:03] [+18] [Comments: 5] [Last Comment: 11 Jul 2018 05:34]

"Regardless, it was fun to sit in the tunnel and watch the local buskers play on their Toofaloos™ and Perdidits™ and Viggavoms™ (all named roughly after the sounds they made) and compete for some pocket change. Of course, on Chrismast™ and Valentine's Day they would usually set aside their differences and play songs together, splitting the daily acquirings evenly and hugging each other goodbye. Those were the best days to be down in the station. As is, it was a cacophony of abstract noise as each tried to overpower the other. Judy sat and focused on the standard old cello, closing her eyes simply to appreciate the sound."

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