by Jack Stratton | Oct 27, 2025 | Order of Dionysis
Mona checked her phone for the seventh time. Unlike the orderly numbered streets and avenues of midtown Manhattan, the wilds of Downtown Brooklyn quickly descended into a chaos of randomly named roads and dead ends, with the bookstore she sought nowhere in...
by Jack Stratton | Oct 27, 2025 | Order of Dionysis
It was often surprising, in such a huge city, that my morning subway ride was constantly full of familiar face. I saw the same people every day, the cast of the mostly silent SitCom that was my morning commute. There really wasn’t anything special about her....
by Jack Stratton | Oct 27, 2025 | Order of Dionysis
Henry was making bacon again. There was something both charming and annoying about his propensity for, and enjoyment of, elaborate breakfasts. Beth had grown up on cold cereal, as had Henry if she recalled correctly. Bacon and eggs were reserved for the weekends when...
by Jack Stratton | Oct 27, 2025 | Order of Dionysis
Shelby pressed “send,” then closed her eyes and prayed. She looked in the mirror again. The big mirror on the wall across from her bed was one of her few real luxuries, wide and tall and taking up most of the wall of her small bedroom. She liked sitting in the...