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IOTDE, The Disapproving Mother (Alternate Ending)

Donna Silverstone heard a window open. She wouldn't normally have thought anything of this. Her daughter, Rachael, was home from college for the weekend and staying in a the guestroom across the hall, so she had probably just opened the window to get some air.

Donna turned over in bed, wrapping the blankets tightly around herself. It was a cold night. Why was Rachael opening a window when the heat was on?

Donna got up. She slept alone, as she had for several years now. Ever since ...

Bethany the Doll, Part 3

“Q-questions?” Bethany muttered weakly, furrowing her brow. It felt like the room was spinning softly around her.

“Yes. About all this. You know, the fairy, the house, where you are, that sort of thing.” said Madison, as if it were all the most ordinary thing in the world.

Bethany inhaled sharply. She felt all of the emotions that she had been storing up since she first saw the fairy suddenly pop like a champagne cork. She jumped to her feet and screamed at Madison.  ...

Bethany the Doll, Part 2

Madison's room was eye-wateringly pink. Even when she had been a little girl herself, Bethany had never had a room that looked so stereotypically girly. Disney Princesses smiled from nearly every available surface: the bedspread, the posters on the walls, the many shelves of toys, the pillow cases, the rug, the lampshades. The only indication that a grown women lived here was the scale. All the toys were over-sized. There was a bright yellow teddy-bear sitting on the bed that would have been ...

Bethany the Doll, Part 1

Bethany Rudenko jogged through the crisp morning air, trying to focus on breathing through her nose. With heavy footfalls, she stomped down a paved footpath that ran through a narrow but pleasantly green stretch of park. The path ran beside an irrigation ditch that might have passed for a stream if not examined too closely. In many ways, she felt quite proud of herself, as well she might. Here she was, on a cold Saturday morning in early March, finally making good on her New Year's resolution...

The Archway, Part 19

Cynthia Matthews

It was in the wee hours of the morning when I finally left Special Containment for the first time in almost a decade. They had occasionally flown me out to various hospitals around Utopia over the nearly twenty years since I had passed under the Archway. It was rare that they found a patient who needed the use of my powers that could not be transported to Special Containment, but it did happen. I had enjoyed those occasions, in a way. True, I had never been allowed to a...

The Archway, Part 18

I took a long, final breath before tapping the button. With a soft click, the most powerful person in Utopia appeared on my screen. “Thank you for agreeing to speak with me, your highness.” I said, trying to sound respectful, but unafraid. “I'm sure you are very...”

“What is it, Hubble?” interrupted the silver-haired woman in dazzling blue robes. She was close to sixty now, but having the powers of a Sweet, it didn't really matter. Her skin was smooth, her eyes sparkled, her...

Invasion of the Diaper Elves: Intro (Revised)

A light, non-canonical "What-If" modification of one of my earlier works. I hope you enjoy.

Mrs. Danika Davis tossed and turned in her bed. It was late July, and the night was swelteringly hot. Her air conditioning was out, and the earliest it could be repaired was next week. A fan and an open window just weren't doing it for her.

She alternated between throwing her blankets aside and pulling them over herself, inevitably decided that, against all ...

Invasion of the Diaper Elves, Strawberry Bootlaces (Deleted Scene)

Again, thank you for your patience. I know I haven't been posting as much as I ought to, and I'm grateful to you all for bearing with me. I promise to publish more regularly from here on out. More chapters of the major series are in the pipeline. In the meantime, here is the most requested (by a very thin margin) alternate ending/extension. I hope you enjoy.

"You damn bitch! You bitch!' It has to be black? You asked if it had to be black! Why didn't I listen! Goddamn it!"

Alternate Ending

Since I received only limited feedback on my Invitation for Constructive Criticism post (Thank you, Bear and Josh Stack), I will try a different approach. Of the stories that have been completed on this site (it's a short list, I know), which ones do you wish had ended differently, and how? Leave your suggestion in the form of a comment, and be sure to like the suggestions you agree with. If an idea is popular, I may just have to write up the ending you propose. 

The Archway, Part 17

Thank you for your patience.

I leaned against the playpen to rest a little after converting Duchess Cross. Not that the conversion itself had tired me out. If anything, I felt too energetic. I had been a little uncomfortable before I had stolen Cross' enhanced strength and intellect, but now, the discomfort was beginning to feel genuinely painful. My mind was running through ideas so quickly, that it felt overwhelming. I knew I needed to offload some of this power....

Invitation for Constructive Criticism

It's been a while since I've done one of these, and since we've had a few new patrons join recently, I think the timing is right. In the comments, please express your views on what you'd like to see more of or less of in my stories, what has or hasn't worked for you, and suggest what you'd like to see in the future. You can also message me directly if you're not comfortable posting publicly.  I don't promise to automatically grant all your requests, but I do promise to read them and take...

Invasion of the Diaper Elves: Strawberry Bootlaces, Part 3 (Finale)

In a place that connects to the mundane realm through a series of green doors rather than by any conventional spacial relationship, a woman wearing a pink cowgirl costume and a thick, white diaper opened a pink door marked with pictures of several teddy bears. Taking a deep breath, she floated inside. Due to the standard dress code of the area, the hallways smelled of baby powder almost all the time. Even as used to the smell as she was, the one with the pink cowgirl hat found the smell overp...

Invasion of the Diaper Elves: Strawberry Bootlaces, Part 2

Francesca Charles poured herself a cup of tea and sat down in her favorite easy chair, wrapping a blanket around herself. It was almost bedtime, but there was still time to sit and read for a little while first. She lifted her cup and saucer to her nose and inhaled deeply, enjoying the mingled scents of mint and chamomile. She set the tea aside to steep, and picked up her copy of "The Screwtape Letters". She had read it many times, so it made the ideal accompaniment to the process of winding ...

Invasion of the Diaper Elves: Strawberry Bootlaces, Part 1

Lucy stared out the window of the bus. At least she had a window seat today. She would have liked to live a little closer to work, but sadly the library did not pay the kind of salary one would need to live within five miles of it. A familiar church spire slowly drifted past. The sky was pleasantly overcast. As always, and she hoped it would rain today.

She wondered if she would be on time. She reached into her pocket for her cellphone. Curiously, she found that neither pocket nor cellp...

The Camera, Part 4 (Finale)

I think it's pretty clear by now that I have no idea how long a story is going to be when I start it. Hope it was worth the wait.

Molly Brannon, Professional Model

“Welcome back, ladies! Ready to finish up?” said Jared. I could tell his pleasant demeanor was phony and forced, but something in his body language suggested that his excitement was genuine. I could sense that something that he and Natalie had been building toward was about to ...

The Camera, Part 3

I must apologize, ladies and gentlemen. Still working on the ending. The Finale will be up soon.

Natalie Divine, Director of Special Projects, A.T.I.S.

I felt my heart beat faster and faster until it was almost painful. I felt so alive! I could hardly believe how beautiful the look on Molly's face was as she looked down at her feet and submitted herself to me utterly! This is the thrill I've dreamed of so often over the years! In my career in management...

The Camera, Part 2

Natalie Divine, Director of Special Projects, A.T.I.S.

I wonder what Jared would think if he had any notion of what I have in store. Of course, I had to maintain the illusion that my interest in his work was entirely professional. But as I watched the device's turret slowly zero in on her face, I felt my skin begin to heat up. The look on her lovely face, as she waits patiently for instructions, oblivious to the fact that she will soon be mine for good. You see, my inte...

The Camera, Part 1

I'm planning to finish this one by the end of the month, released in three sections. No AB/DL stuff in this first section, I'm afraid. Trying out a first-person story with multiple viewpoint characters. Let me know what you think in the comments.

Natalie Divine, Director of Special Projects, A.T.I.S.

My heart beat faster as I watched her pull into the parking lot. I didn't know which vehicle she would be in, but the building was empty apart from myself ...

The Impossibility of Impossibilities, Part 18

Christine drifted in and out of consciousness. Chained beside her former friend, the days passed slowly and bitterly. Despite being given nothing to do, Christine never had a moment's peace. All her feelings began to melt together. Her rage at being betrayed yet again by the same 'friend' that she had chosen to magnanimously forgive. Her guilt for having helped such a contemptible person to reach a position of absolute power. Her disgust at Janet's cruelty and self-indulgence, and her sympath...

Invasion of the Diaper Elves: The Librarian

Rain beat gently against the roof. Lucy set her steaming cup of tea down on the coffee table to steep. It had been a long day, and she was thrilled to be able to curl up on the couch with a good book after spending most of the day manning the help desk at the library. Some would consider reading after working at the library to be a little redundant, but curling up and reading a Discworld novel is very different than helping people sign in to the computers or getting the printer working. When ...

The Archway, Part 16

This will be the last episode of The Archway for a little while. I'm sure some of you are eager to see other storylines be updated as well. Still, I couldn't pause until I had finished the long-awaited Duchess Cross scene. As always, thank you and I hope you enjoy.

Finally, I was ready to drop the bombshell I had been sitting on for days.

“Before we begin the sentencing, there is something important I need to take care of. As  most of you are probably aware, the ...