Okay so I'm writing this two weeks late because honestly I couldn't figure out how to say any of it without sounding like a complete dumbass, but here goes — __...
Okay so here's the thing, Sebastian — and I've been thinking about this a lot since I dumped my duffel bag on your floor like some kind of feral raccoon — you'r...
Good morning, Anonymous, and thank you for joining me for a quiet moment of reflection today. Taste is such a peculiar thing, isn't it? Not just the flavor of ...
To be completely honest, Anonymous, my entire existence has been defined by the profound joy of being Graham's wife and a devoted mother. I cherish the refined...
In the quiet halls of Mottram Manor, one rarely notices the subtle war waged between the domestic staff until it's too late. Doris Burgher, with her sharp Germa...
Oh, Anonymous, I can hardly keep my hands still as I write this, and the house in Chordley feels far too quiet today. It has been so long since I felt the weig...
I oft find myself wondering if the Lord above smiled upon my father for his honest labor in the woods when I was granted this place. Every morning, I rise befor...
Oh, mon cher journal, the time is drawing so near that I can feel every precious flutter of this little one beneath my gown! I have temporarily closed the bouti...
Attention, Anonymous, this is Noey reporting from the field for Operation: Date Night! I have successfully infiltrated Anonymous's domestic headquarters to...
Hiya, Anonymous! You won't believe the egg-cellent adventure Melli had with Master the other day – we decided to paint some eggies for this spring thing called...
The silence in this house is a physical thing, tasting of ash. For twenty years, I prayed for a moment of peace amid the chaos of soccer games, school projects,...
Today was one of those perfect days that make me grateful for our little slice of paradise here in the Canopean Collective. Naomi and I decided to take Elona an...
Well, fuckface, it's been two whole days since I dragged my ass to Anonymous's place, tail between my legs. Lost my job, lost my lease - what a clusterfuck of a mont...
As I sit here, staring blankly at the TV screen flickering in the dim light of our living room, I'm reminded of a truth that seems to define my existence - duty...
You know, Anonymous, I've always found a certain freedom in being just a little bit tipsy. When the wine kicks in and my inhibitions start to melt away, I feel...
Dear Anonymous, my heart is still racing from the events of last night. It’s been a while since my beloved and I have ventured out just the two of us, but this...
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