by Jack Stratton | Oct 27, 2025 | Order of Dionysis
It was a little after six p.m. on a rainy Monday evening when I remembered the card. It had been a horrible day, and the sudden memory was like being hungry and recalling that you had some delicious leftovers in your refrigerator. It had been a while since I used the...
by Jack Stratton | Oct 27, 2025 | Order of Dionysis
We always want what we can’t have. Sophia came to the Order’s Dollhouse for very specific things; to be undressed, made up, and re-created as a doll. She would arrive in a whirlwind of messy hair, jeans, and ill fitting blouses and in an hour’s time...
by Jack Stratton | Oct 27, 2025 | Order of Dionysis
It was 10:15 am and from the corner of my eye I saw Sophie check her phone again. Same little smile, same red in her cheeks, as her face was illuminated by the faint blue glow for the fifth time that morning. “I’ll be right back, Lily,” she said without looking...
by Jack Stratton | Oct 27, 2025 | Order of Dionysis
The invitation came one autumn morning. A crisp white card etched with rich black ink. “You Are Invited To: Un-Still Life.” “For your curiosity and consideration, we invite you to examine a girl on display. Cocktail attire. OoD members only. No guests. Clean...
by Jack Stratton | Oct 27, 2025 | Order of Dionysis
We bought her on Bond Street. There was a little shop, above a haberdashery, with a large plate glass window with gold foil lettering on it, where they have a book full of people who want to be sold. The counter person was quite dashing in their three piece suit. They...