I can still feel the taste of him, the man that polluted my memory. He is here, with his dripping eyes and gnashing teeth, the machinations of his cruel attacks still on my psyche, still festering its ooze on my precious Wonderland. I swore to myself I would be revenged, and when that happened, I felt...nothing. My sanity came apart, and I found ( Read more... )

There was only so much time to be spent before Alice got bored. She stayed at home mostly because things in Mayfield had a way of bursting with new nonsense, from parties to island hopping to stupid disputes with people who were countries. Alice was not interested in any of that. She wanted to get out of Mayfield, or at least get to the bottom of ( Read more... )

Hmm. I chose to stay in my house for the past few days, cleaning and whatnot. I may not like this whole "housewife" nonsense, but I prefer to have a clean house over a dirty one.

But you all seem a bit agitated now. Did I miss something?

I don't CARE that she can comer back, that I didn't really kill her. You had me murder a person without meaning to, and made me vulnerable without consent.

You WILL pay for this.

Alice, assuming that all of the nonsense of Mayfield has blown over, finds a package in the mail. Curious, she opens said package, revealing the much treasured weapon she'd been hoping for: The Vorpal Blade. A small smile forms on the girl's face as she grabs the weapon, wanting to hold it in her hand properly, see it glint in the air before it ( Read more... )

Who do I ask about a job as a candystriper?

I have not seen Lisa in awhile.

So. The call a few days ago with the killer children over the phone.

How often does something like that happen in this seemingly nice neighborhood?

[Fiddles with the phone a few minutes, then comes in clear as a bell ( Read more... )