Fan Fiction
Salubrious part eleven (nsfw)
The night after the concert was over and morning light was trickling in Allan’s bedroom, like a flickering red light through the curtains that teased the pair of unlikely friends. The red lights made Charlie feel more alert, like a strange silent alarm that was sensory. Sensory to Charlie as Allan was also red. It felt familiar and alien at the same time.
By Melissa Ingoldsby6 months ago in Fiction
Salubrious part nine
Charlie Dompler drove up to the apartment complex where Allan lived. He went the extra mile, taking a long shower, shaving, getting a dapper new lime green hat with a fresh outfit (he just did laundry). He didn’t wear cologne but he didn’t think he’d really need to wear cologne at an outdoor concert.
By Melissa Ingoldsby6 months ago in Fiction
Madison Montgomery's Monologue. Content Warning.
Everything feels so boring and pointless. People probably think I’m a whore. That I’m a bitch. That I’m hateful. And… maybe they’re right. But I know the truth. I know what everyone really wants. In the end, they all desperately want to fuck me. They see me as a piece of meat with no feelings and actually believe they can have me.
By Cesar González Torres6 months ago in Fiction
Salubrious part eight
Charlie still was feeling insecure and uncomfortable about these turn of events. Sure, he had flirted with same-sex attraction before but this was beyond that. He couldn’t process anything about these last few interactions with Allan that destroyed his sense of security.
By Melissa Ingoldsby6 months ago in Fiction
The Last Letter. AI-Generated.
he cardboard box smelled of cedar and old rain. Margaret hadn't touched it in years decades. When her daughter Clara set it on the kitchen table with a thud she felt something shift in her chest. It was like a turning in a lock she had forgotten existed.
By Qayas Sultan6 months ago in Fiction
Salubrious part seven
“Pim, what the fuck am I doing? Like, what is this? Is he… are we… oh my fucking God,” Charlie exasperated, wincing from the text he received from Allan a moment ago. He was gripping the coffee Allan bought for him, almost squeezing the contents out onto the table.
By Melissa Ingoldsby6 months ago in Fiction
Alice in Reality
“Alice, my dearest, is that you?” called a familiar voice from the corner. Alice turned to her right to see the Caterpillar sitting in the corner, smoking from the largest Hookah pipe she’d ever seen. Beside him was the Cheshire Cat, smoking a cigar and reading the newspaper.
By Leah Suzanne Dewey6 months ago in Fiction
