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Order of Dionysus – Part 4 – The Gilded Library

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...

Order of Dionysus – Part 3 – The Rabbit

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...

Order of Dionysus – Part 2 – The Pass

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. Well,...

Order of Dionysus – Part 1 – The Ex

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...

Order of Dionysus – Part 9 – The Lead

It was 10:15 am and from the corner of my eye I saw Sophie check her phone again. Same little smile, same red in her cheeks, as her face was illuminated by the faint blue glow for the fifth time that morning.  “I’ll be right back, Lily,” she said without looking...

Order of Dionysus – Part 8 – The Exhibit

The invitation came one autumn morning. A crisp white card etched with rich black ink. “You Are Invited To: Un-Still Life.”  “For your curiosity and consideration, we invite you to examine a girl on display. Cocktail attire. OoD members only. No guests. Clean...

Order of Dionysus – Part 7 – The Shop

We bought her on Bond Street. There was a little shop, above a haberdashery, with a large plate glass window with gold foil lettering on it, where they have a book full of people who want to be sold. The counter person was quite dashing in their three piece suit. They...

Order of Dionysus – Part 6 – The Mark

Sometimes Dee liked to fuck men she didn’t find attractive. If she was at a party and there was that one guy who talked a little too loud or made jokes that were a little too rude or perhaps just wore an ugly suit, she couldn’t think of anything but sucking their...

Order of Dionysus – Part 5 – The Hole

The bar was beautiful, dimly lit, with dark wood paneled walls, black lacquered tables, low music, and the hushed buzz of conversation.  The bartender nodded at me as I walked the length of the bar. His muscles rippled as he shook a chrome mixer of ice and some...

Order of Dionysus – Part 10 – The Library

There is a nondescript wooden door at the end of one of the long marble hallways of the Main Branch of the New York Public Library that you can only enter if you have the right knock and the right word and a particular pin on your lapel. Knowledge of the “Private...

Order of Dionysus – Part 11 – Comfort

It was a little after six p.m. on a rainy Monday evening when I remembered the card. It had been a horrible day, and the sudden memory was like being hungry and recalling that you had some delicious leftovers in your refrigerator. It had been a while since I used the...