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<channel><title><![CDATA[Tales from a Misfit - Home]]></title><link><![CDATA[https://www.talesfromamisfit.com/home]]></link><description><![CDATA[Home]]></description><pubDate>Thu, 11 Jun 2026 13:27:43 -0500</pubDate><generator>Weebly</generator><item><title><![CDATA[Beyond the Canvas: All Kinds]]></title><link><![CDATA[https://www.talesfromamisfit.com/home/beyond-the-canvas-all-kinds]]></link><comments><![CDATA[https://www.talesfromamisfit.com/home/beyond-the-canvas-all-kinds#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Sun, 07 Jun 2026 06:28:13 GMT</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Beyond]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">https://www.talesfromamisfit.com/home/beyond-the-canvas-all-kinds</guid><description><![CDATA[&nbsp;&ldquo;They&rsquo;re in the cabinet above and to the right of the sink, mom.&rdquo; Amber said. &ldquo;The same exact place they&rsquo;ve been for years. You have six left, and the refill should be ready by tomorrow at around noon&hellip; The studio&rsquo;s bed is perfectly comfy and&mdash;&ldquo;I suppose it&rsquo;s too much to hope they&rsquo;ll be less trouble?&rdquo; Nina asked as she served everyone breakfast.&ldquo;I do feel bad, but she insisted that nobody else deal with her parent [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class="paragraph"><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&nbsp;&ldquo;They&rsquo;re in the cabinet above and to the right of the sink, mom.&rdquo; Amber said. &ldquo;The same exact place they&rsquo;ve been for years. You have six left, and the refill should be ready by tomorrow at around noon&hellip; The studio&rsquo;s bed is perfectly comfy and&mdash;</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;I suppose it&rsquo;s too much to hope they&rsquo;ll be less trouble?&rdquo; Nina asked as she served everyone breakfast.</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;I do feel bad, but she insisted that nobody else deal with her parents.&rdquo; Collin replied. &ldquo;She said to say &lsquo;It&rsquo;ll just fuel my own creativity anyways&rsquo;&rdquo;.</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;Smart girl.&rdquo; Mason said. &ldquo;It really does show up in a lot of her work. Though she does still need to pick her section, if that is the case.&rdquo;</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;She said she&rsquo;d asked about that first thing in the morning.&rdquo; Nina replied. &ldquo;I will not have either of my boys blame her for whatever is going on with that cell phone.&rdquo;</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;Mom!&rdquo; Amber signed. &ldquo;Because this means a lot to me? Because art has always meant a lot to me&hellip; why would it being something that I&rsquo;ve done SINCE I was 5 make it matter less?!...&rdquo; Amber hung up, and turned her phone off.&nbsp; &ldquo;So what about picking a section, exactly? I read there were 5, but I didn&rsquo;t have a lot of time to look over them.&rdquo;</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;You&rsquo;ll forgive me if I say you seem like the kind of girl to come in unprepared?&rdquo; Mason asked.</span><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;I did see two that stood out a bit.&rdquo; Amber replied. Wasn't sure if I could apply to either though. Honestly, I&rsquo;m a little surprised Collin didn&rsquo;t have something in mind considering how much we&rsquo;ve talked.&rdquo;</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;I&rsquo;m not allowed to say either way.&rdquo; Collin said. &ldquo;But I do like your direction.&rdquo;</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;I wanted to cover the darker side of family, or maybe something about what that word should really mean. That or the journey section in a more internal sense.&rdquo; Amber replied &ldquo;It&rsquo;s encouraged artists to have 2 sections they want to do anyways, so I&rsquo;ll just have marked down for those&rdquo;</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;A fitting selection too&rdquo; Mason said. &ldquo;And yes that does count as a family.&rdquo;<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;And sound like you have something in mind?&rdquo; Nina asked. &ldquo;So you&rsquo;ll have at least one thing really to go?&rdquo;<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;I think so.&rdquo; Amber said. &ldquo;I suppose Collin needs to check it?&rdquo;<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;Wouldn&rsquo;t hurt,&rdquo;Collin said.&rdquo;Provide you have something?&rdquo;<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">Amber, Collin and his family had breakfast And Amber shown Collin her latest picture &ldquo;it still a work in progress&rdquo;<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;Wow&hellip;&rdquo; Collin said. &ldquo;You really made this?&rdquo;<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;It is not that impressive really.&rdquo; Amber said.<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;Considering this wasn&rsquo;t here yesterday I beg to differ&rdquo; Nina replied. &ldquo;And somehow it&rsquo;s better than your first picture.&rdquo;<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;Seems like you built off that first somehow even.&rdquo; Mason said.<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;It doesn&rsquo;t seem like that it is, in fact, what I did&rdquo; Amber replied. &ldquo;I still wanna add a few things before I make a more final piece. I&rsquo;m not sure whatI wanna do with background colors yet either, but I&rsquo;m sure I figured something out.&rdquo;<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;You definitely have plenty of time,&rdquo; Collin said. &ldquo;I&rsquo;ll be back by lunch. There are a few people left to check in on.&rdquo;<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;That&rsquo;s fine.&rdquo; Amber said. &ldquo;Could people leave the room please? I think I&rsquo;ll look this over a bit more.&rdquo; She made sure the door was fully closed before sighing. And turning her phone back on, letting several texts come in. The last one from Brandon trying to get her to call her mom back. Though&hellip; (Has he always been talking down to me?)&nbsp;</span><br /><br /></div>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[Rabbit Hole Carnival: Draw]]></title><link><![CDATA[https://www.talesfromamisfit.com/home/rabbit-hole-carnival-draw]]></link><comments><![CDATA[https://www.talesfromamisfit.com/home/rabbit-hole-carnival-draw#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Sun, 31 May 2026 21:59:56 GMT</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Rabbit Hole]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">https://www.talesfromamisfit.com/home/rabbit-hole-carnival-draw</guid><description><![CDATA[&ldquo;Welcome to the Rabbit Carnival.&rdquo; Nick said.&ldquo;What drink will be your festival?&rdquo; Renee yawned.&ldquo;We here this place settles a lot of arguments, and myself and Hopper have one.&rdquo;&ldquo;Someone ought to tell you you&rsquo;re wrong, Jam.&rdquo; Hopper replied.&ldquo;Boys!&rdquo; Renee said, as slapped a menu down. &ldquo;Your orders? Please.&rdquo;&ldquo;Festival.&rdquo; both replied, before looking at each other.&ldquo;Double mix mine though, and yes I&rsquo;m sure. [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class="paragraph"><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;Welcome to the Rabbit Carnival.&rdquo; Nick said.<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;What drink will be your festival?&rdquo; Renee yawned.<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;We here this place settles a lot of arguments, and myself and Hopper have one.&rdquo;<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;Someone ought to tell you you&rsquo;re wrong, Jam.&rdquo; Hopper replied.<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;Boys!&rdquo; Renee said, as slapped a menu down. &ldquo;Your orders? Please.&rdquo;<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;Festival.&rdquo; both replied, before looking at each other.<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;Double mix mine though, and yes I&rsquo;m sure.&rdquo; Hopper said.<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;Very well.&rdquo; Renee said. &ldquo;I&rsquo;ll be in the back, daddy.&rdquo;<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;Seems kind of stupid now, huh?&rdquo; Jam asked.<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;Yeah&hellip; yeah it does.&rdquo; Hopper said. &ldquo;Like you said the job could&rsquo;ve sideways a lot of ways.&rdquo;<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;Doesn&rsquo;t change that I shouldn&rsquo;t have rushed it&hellip;&rdquo; Jam said.<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;You two are aware it is possible for two things to be true, yes?&rdquo; Nick asked. &ldquo;You can have both rushed a thing, and needed too. Take my niece here, for example.&rdquo;<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;Niece?&rdquo; Hopper asked.<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;Ran here, and never looked back, huh?&rdquo; Jam replied.<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;Close.&rdquo; Renee said, serving both their drinks. &ldquo;Ran here just to rest for a night. Been getting my life back ever since.&rdquo;&nbsp;<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;For how many years?&rdquo; Hopper asked.<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;Um&hellip; near a decade now I believe.&rdquo; Renee replied.<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&lsquo;You don&rsquo;t know?&rdquo; Jam asked.<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;Moved in a week before I turned 18. I&rsquo;m near&hellip; 25 now, actually. Considering two birthdays happened, so near a decade now.&rdquo; Renee said.<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;She was 22 when made her first drink.&rdquo; Nick said.<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;Which he still refuses to make.&rdquo; Renee replied.<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;You still won't make Five Hunters as well,&nbsp; and you named the thing.&rdquo; Nick<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;Quid pro quo.&rdquo; Renee said.<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;I will take a Shocking Apple.&rdquo; Hopper said.<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;And I the Five Hunters.&rdquo; Jam replied.<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">The two make the drinks, serve them to the brother, and watch them leave satisfied.</span><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;You&hellip; never let me name Shocking Apple.&rdquo; Nick said.<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;You didn&rsquo;t intend too, but&hellip; you did&hellip;&rdquo; Renee replied.<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;Did I name every drink on the menu too?&rdquo; Nick asked.<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;Okay, now you're just being ridiculous." Renee said. &ldquo;No, but you helped me named Inky too, since you&rsquo;re asking.&rdquo;<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;How so?&rdquo; Nick asked. &lsquo;I know I gave you Inky.&rdquo;<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;And a green apple once,&rdquo; Renee said. &ldquo;Was 1 dollar, and 35 cents. You fought with Mike about it.&rdquo;<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&nbsp;&ldquo;He would make that sort of thing a squabble&rdquo; Nick said. &ldquo;You really remember that?&rdquo;<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;It&rsquo;s one of the few&nbsp; &nbsp;things I haven&rsquo;t blocked out, actually&rdquo; Renee replied. The first moment I tasted I, kind of, sour apple.&rdquo;<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;And here you are out living me.&rdquo; Nick said. &lsquo;So I guess two draws then?&rdquo;</span><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;Fine by me.&rdquo; Renee said. &ldquo;In that case? Don&rsquo;t wake me up unless you need to. I&rsquo;m going back to bed.&rdquo;&nbsp;</span><br /><br /></div>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[Beyond the Canvas: More than Paint]]></title><link><![CDATA[https://www.talesfromamisfit.com/home/beyond-the-canvas-more-than-paint]]></link><comments><![CDATA[https://www.talesfromamisfit.com/home/beyond-the-canvas-more-than-paint#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Sun, 24 May 2026 05:09:29 GMT</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Beyond]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">https://www.talesfromamisfit.com/home/beyond-the-canvas-more-than-paint</guid><description><![CDATA[Amber&rsquo;s eyes glow wide looking at the room Collin leads her into &ldquo;This is.. Really all mine?&rdquo;&ldquo;Do you need something else?&rdquo; Collin said. &ldquo;We&rsquo;ll get what you need.&ldquo;No this is.. More than great. I just.&rdquo; Amber replied.. &ldquo;Might not ever leave if this is how spoiled imma get.&rdquo;&ldquo;Spoiled?&rdquo; Collin&rsquo;s dad said as walked in. &ldquo;This is the standard studio size. What are you used to?&rdquo;I&hellip; a garage&rdquo; Amber  [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class="paragraph"><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">Amber&rsquo;s eyes glow wide looking at the room Collin leads her into &ldquo;This is.. Really all mine?&rdquo;<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;Do you need something else?&rdquo; Collin said. &ldquo;We&rsquo;ll get what you need.<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;No this is.. More than great. I just.&rdquo; Amber replied.. &ldquo;Might not ever leave if this is how spoiled imma get.&rdquo;<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;Spoiled?&rdquo; Collin&rsquo;s dad said as walked in. &ldquo;This is the standard studio size. What are you used to?&rdquo;<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">I&hellip; a garage&rdquo; Amber said. &ldquo;A corner of a garage of, actually&hellip; And I'm not supposed to cover the walls with paint.&rdquo;<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">Collin and his dad blinked before Collin spoke. &ldquo;Mom?! Could you come in here?<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;Nina, seriously.&rdquo; Collin&rsquo;s dad added. &ldquo;We need a ladies&rsquo; touch in here.&rdquo;&nbsp;<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;Mason, what is it? Is she not liking the room?&rdquo; Nina asked.<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;I love the room I just&hellip; It feels like it feels way too special for me? If that makes sense?&rdquo; Amber asked.<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;It makes perfect sense.&rdquo; Nina replied. &ldquo;Your work reflects a lot of that, you know? However we weren&rsquo;t even using this space anyways, so make this whole place as much of a mess as you need to.&rdquo;</span><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;Is that actually going to&mdash;&rdquo;<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;Yes it is, and out. All of you.&rdquo; Amber said, and was already pushing Collin out the door. Amber took a deep breath as she locked the room up. Grabbing a brushing dipping it in some paint. Near whipping the preset up canvas as she did her best to capture the moment she felt right now. Free, nervous, scared. And both unsure and certain.<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;Well, glad that room is mostly soundproof.&rdquo; Nina said. &ldquo;You boys let her work for a bit.&rdquo;<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;Yeah, thanks mom.&rdquo; Collin said.<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;We&rsquo;re just glad you found her, I think.&rdquo; Mason replied.<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">The door clicked open. &ldquo;Not submitting yet, but it's a good start.&rdquo; Amber said. Walking away from a paint cover room and a painting with some kind of hopeful monster. It was clearly worth submitting&hellip;&nbsp;<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">(and that was just her practice?) &ldquo;Amber?! Collin asked.<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;Hmm?&rdquo; Amber said. Watching him trying to form words before giggling. &ldquo;That on its own means a lot, so thank you. Sorry about the paint on the walls?&rdquo;<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&nbsp;&ldquo;You cover those walls if that is what you produce on a trail run&hellip; Knew I was right to pick you out.&rdquo; Collin said, and covered his mouth after.<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">Amber blinked at him. &ldquo;When did you look up my stuff?.. As far as I know it is only barely in our local news.&rdquo;<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;It is also on an unacknowledged talent thread.&rdquo; Collin replied. &ldquo;And no, I'm not a judge for the contest.&rdquo;<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;Are they?&rdquo; Amber asked, pointing to Collin&rsquo;s parents.<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;Only the event of a tie&hellip;&rdquo; Collin replied. &ldquo;And they won&rsquo;t take my thoughts into account. If that's the question?&rdquo;<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">It&rsquo;s a good thing to know.&rdquo; Amber said. &ldquo;So what made me stick out to you?&rdquo;<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;A lot of things.&rdquo; Collin replied. &ldquo;Maybe I could tell over dinner sometime?&rdquo;<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;Sounds lovely.&rdquo; Amber replied.</span></div>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[Beyond the Canvas: Blank Slate]]></title><link><![CDATA[https://www.talesfromamisfit.com/home/beyond-the-canvas-blank-slate]]></link><comments><![CDATA[https://www.talesfromamisfit.com/home/beyond-the-canvas-blank-slate#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Sun, 17 May 2026 06:18:47 GMT</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Beyond]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">https://www.talesfromamisfit.com/home/beyond-the-canvas-blank-slate</guid><description><![CDATA[&ldquo;It&rsquo;s a few weeks!&rdquo; Amber replied. &ldquo;What can you all not manage with me for that long.&rdquo;&ldquo;Okay, okay.&rdquo; Brandon said. &ldquo;Look, I can provide back up for a few weeks. She's right. She take in a lot to let her take one break&hellip;&rdquo;&ldquo;She can&rsquo;t!&rdquo; Amber&rsquo;s mom said. &ldquo;We need her here!&rdquo;&ldquo;About that&rdquo; Amber said---&ldquo;So... yeah. I need a place to stay, and I-&rdquo;&ldquo;I&rsquo;ll work out the details w [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class="paragraph"><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;It&rsquo;s a few weeks!&rdquo; Amber replied. &ldquo;What can you all not manage with me for that long.&rdquo;<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;Okay, okay.&rdquo; Brandon said. &ldquo;Look, I can provide back up for a few weeks. She's right. She take in a lot to let her take one break&hellip;&rdquo;<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;She can&rsquo;t!&rdquo; Amber&rsquo;s mom said. &ldquo;We need her here!&rdquo;<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;About that&rdquo; Amber said<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">---</span><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;So... yeah. I need a place to stay, and I-&rdquo;<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;I&rsquo;ll work out the details with my parents.&rdquo; Collin said. &ldquo;You get yourself into the guestroom.&rdquo;<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;Collin Gabaibel Williams.&rdquo; Collin&rsquo;s mom said &ldquo;You&rsquo;ll do no such thing.&rdquo;<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;Mom she really doesn&rsquo;t any&mdash;&rdquo;<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;Without making sure she doesn&rsquo;t have a blanket first.&rdquo;<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">---</span><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;So yeah, I'm going. &ldquo; Amber said. &ldquo;That&rsquo;s really not up for discussion anymore.&rdquo;<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;So just up and leaving?" Amber's dad replied. &ldquo;Without asking us?&rdquo;<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;You know it&rsquo;s funny.&rdquo; Amber said. &ldquo;They said you say that, and I&rsquo;ve been wondering so let me ask. Since when exactly did I need your permission to do some art?&rdquo;<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;Amber could we maybe tabled this&mdash;&rdquo;<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;No!&rdquo; Amber said. &ldquo;You all wanted to &ldquo;talk about this?&rdquo; Well let&rsquo;s talk about this.&rdquo;<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;Okay, okay&rdquo; Amber&rsquo;s dad said. &ldquo;You can go if it&rsquo;s that important."<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;I wasn&rsquo;t asking.&rdquo; Amber said. &ldquo;I&rsquo;m going. End of little &lsquo;keep Amber in the garage forever&rsquo; discussion!&rdquo; She walked, and slammed the door behind her.<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">Brandon sighed &ldquo;I&rsquo;ll get after her.&rdquo;<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">---</span><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">Collin looked out onto the skyline. &ldquo;Maybe I should call.&rdquo;<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;Don&rsquo;t brother.&rdquo; Amber said. &ldquo;This is the hill. Sorry for the wait.&rdquo;<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;Not a problem at all.&rdquo; Collin replied, and got his phone. Still making a call. &ldquo;Dad?.. Yeah she just got here&hellip; about as well as she thought it might based on her face. She.. umm.&rdquo;<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;I&rsquo;ll bring what I bring.&rdquo; Amber said. &ldquo;&ldquo;I&rsquo;ll bring what I bring.&rdquo; Amber said. &ldquo;It&rsquo;s hard to explain why it works that way for me, but I promise to have something done.&rdquo;&nbsp;<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;Pff.. Yes I know I told you so dad..&rdquo; Collin said. &ldquo;Actually umm.. Well she is already gonna stay with us, so could I maybe watch her?... Okay, and yes mom I&rsquo;ll tell her that.&rdquo; Collin hung up.<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;Watch?&rdquo; Amber asked.<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;It&rsquo; just an anti-cheat premeasure.&rdquo; Collin replied. &ldquo;We&nbsp; just wanna make sure indie artists are actually indie artists and such.&rdquo;<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;So you&rsquo;ll be keeping me close then?~&rdquo; Amber said. &ldquo;Liking the sound of that~&rdquo;<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;Amber!?&rdquo; Brandon said, getting up the hill.<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">Amber blocked Collin&rsquo;s mouth. &ldquo;Just get our ride ready? I&rsquo;ll handle this.&rdquo;<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">You could cut the disgust in Collin's face with a knife, but he nodded, and walked away. He and Brandon stared at each other before he walked down.<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;I loved you&hellip; had a crush on you since I was 5.&rdquo; Amber said. &ldquo;You couldn&rsquo;t have backed me up at once?&rdquo;<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;Amber, he&rsquo;s lying to you!&rdquo; Brandon said.<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;Is he?! Because I've been here all my life, and never once had my art talked about.&rdquo; Amber said.&nbsp; &ldquo;And now I have a chance at THOUSANDS of dollars, yet people are worried about what they're gonna do without me?!&rdquo;<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;Your support means a lot.&rdquo; Brandon said, and got shoved by Amber as walked off.<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;Interesting how it means a lot, but not enough to give back.&rdquo; Amber replied, without looking back.</span></div>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[Rabbit Hole Carnival: What Ladies Night?]]></title><link><![CDATA[https://www.talesfromamisfit.com/home/rabbit-hole-carnival-what-ladies-night]]></link><comments><![CDATA[https://www.talesfromamisfit.com/home/rabbit-hole-carnival-what-ladies-night#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Sun, 10 May 2026 06:52:26 GMT</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Rabbit Hole]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">https://www.talesfromamisfit.com/home/rabbit-hole-carnival-what-ladies-night</guid><description><![CDATA[&ldquo;Boys?&rdquo; Renee said. &ldquo;Not&nbsp;here to kick you out. Just you have other anything, and it&rsquo;s an experiment we're doing&mdash;&rdquo;&ldquo;You&rsquo;re name miss?&rdquo; Cole asked.&ldquo;Renee. Renee Shem." Renee replied.&ldquo;Well miss Shem. myself, being Blake, and Cole here apologies.&rdquo; Blake said. &ldquo;But our buddy Collin has stood up for a few hours now. And we can&rsquo;t have a wild man down, like this.&rdquo;&nbsp;You&rsquo;re the charmer then, ey?&rdquo;  [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class="paragraph"><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;Boys?&rdquo; Renee said. &ldquo;Not&nbsp;here to kick you out. Just you have other anything, and it&rsquo;s an experiment we're doing&mdash;&rdquo;</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;You&rsquo;re name miss?&rdquo; Cole asked.</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;Renee. Renee Shem." Renee replied.</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;Well miss Shem. myself, being Blake, and Cole here apologies.&rdquo; Blake said. &ldquo;But our buddy Collin has stood up for a few hours now. And we can&rsquo;t have a wild man down, like this.&rdquo;&nbsp;</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">You&rsquo;re the charmer then, ey?&rdquo; Renee said. &ldquo;Well before the orders gets rough,what can I get you boys?&rdquo;</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;Double mixed festival.&rdquo; Cole replied.</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;A White Owl.&rdquo; Blake said. &ldquo;And bring us a&hellip;Homesick for our birthday boy will you?&rdquo;</span><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;I&rsquo;m sorry what?!&rdquo; a girl asked.</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;Ladies we be no trouble at all, we just&mdash;&rdquo; Cole said.</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;You misunderstand.&rdquo; Ruby replied. &ldquo;Emma will not stand for sad birthdays.&rdquo;&nbsp;</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;It&rsquo;s quite literally her blood.&rdquo; Wiz replied. &ldquo;And I, Emma, and Ruby here. Are here for a rather big celebration.&nbsp;</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;Which you book this whole place for, Ruby.&rdquo; Renee said.</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;Which would mean I'm in charge of who stays and goes.&rdquo; Ruby said. &ldquo;And if I recall, I pay a rather large amount?&rdquo;</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;Specifically, because this might happen.&rdquo; Nick replied. &ldquo;I left supplies out, Renee. There&rsquo;s a few Five Hunters in the cooler if needed.&rdquo;</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;We&rsquo;re good, daddy, but thanks for checking. We&rsquo;re not going to need them.&rdquo; Renee said. &ldquo;Anyone else joining?&rdquo;</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;Ladies first." Wix said. &ldquo;I take my usual, and.. Cole was it?&rdquo;</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;So you must be the b-day boy?&rdquo; Emma leaned into him. Your name is ?&rdquo;</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;A-a-ron.&rdquo; He blushed. &ldquo;Most people call me Ace.</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;Well Ace~&rdquo; Emma replied, &ldquo;Why is your birthday sad? Hmm?&rdquo;</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;Some date stood him up. No Idea why. Frankly one the most gentle we ever get around here. Loves to&nbsp; make others laugh. Always around if you need a ride home.&rdquo; Renee replied.</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;Renee? why do I feel like you&rsquo;re not on my side right now?&rdquo; Ace asked.</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;Probably has something to do with me listing everything about you that would drive Emma wild.&rdquo; Renee said while walking away. &ldquo;Good luck~ You&rsquo;ll need it.&rdquo;</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;So you&rsquo;re the brains then&hellip;. You know I&rsquo;ve been working completing pi~&rdquo; Ruby said</span><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;Who am I to refuse such an offer?&rdquo; Blake replied.</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;No refund, so make the most of it!&rdquo; Renee replied. Watching them all go into various private rooms. Only to sigh after checking her phone. Two texts, one Cel and one from Susie. A simple apology that couldn&rsquo;t make it.</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">Renee started a group chat. &ldquo;Hi..&rdquo; She texted</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;What&rsquo;s wrong?&rdquo; Cel texted back. &ldquo;Close the whole place next Friday. We&rsquo;ll be there&rdquo;</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;Wait, Cel not there either? We are so doing next Friday!&rdquo; Susie replied.</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;So what they didn&rsquo;t show?&rdquo; Cel asked.</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;They did.&rdquo; Renee replied. &ldquo;And found their boys.&rdquo;</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">We are doing next Friday, period. End of discussion.&rdquo; Both girls texted at the exact same time.&nbsp;</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">Renee couldn&rsquo;t help but laugh. &ldquo;Okay, but if one of you wants to bring the boy of my dreams? I wouldn&rsquo;t object~&rdquo;</span><br /><br /></div>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[P.H.I.V.E (Version 2)]]></title><link><![CDATA[https://www.talesfromamisfit.com/home/phive-version-2]]></link><comments><![CDATA[https://www.talesfromamisfit.com/home/phive-version-2#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Sun, 03 May 2026 05:46:21 GMT</pubDate><category><![CDATA[phive]]></category><category><![CDATA[random]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">https://www.talesfromamisfit.com/home/phive-version-2</guid><description><![CDATA[Author&rsquo;s note: having grown a bit. I figured I&rsquo;d retry phive again. I know one person liked it. I&lsquo;m sorry I don&rsquo;t remember your discord name, but you should know who you are. So if see this feel free to say hi, and let me know what you think.----&ldquo;Just register me as I want.&rdquo; Abstract said. &ldquo;Isn&rsquo;t that your job?&rdquo;&ldquo;You are the top of your class, in several ways and I-&rdquo; an official started.A white yoyo with a white string slaps the de [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class="paragraph"><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">Author&rsquo;s note: having grown a bit. I figured I&rsquo;d retry phive again. I know one person liked it. I&lsquo;m sorry I don&rsquo;t remember your discord name, but you should know who you are. So if see this feel free to say hi, and let me know what you think.</span><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">----</span><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;Just register me as I want.&rdquo; Abstract said. &ldquo;Isn&rsquo;t that your job?&rdquo;<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;You are the top of your class, in several ways and I-&rdquo; an official started.<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">A white yoyo with a white string slaps the desk. &ldquo;Perhaps we&rsquo;re both in the wrong place then?&rdquo;</span><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;Whitejack, you know it&rsquo;s different for you.&rdquo; The official replied.<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;Is it?&rdquo; Whitejack asked, walking up. &ldquo;I learned my place early, and submitted it weeks ago. That is true. But you allowed several other wandering souls in. And here you are denying one, on the basis of what?&rdquo;'<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;She is rejecting a high ranking status!&rdquo; the officer said. &ldquo;Where as&mdash;&rdquo;<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;No, by all means finish that sentence." Whitejack replied, two yoyos at the ready.<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;He&rsquo;s all registered?&rdquo; Abstract asked.<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;Yes, he is. Annoying as I find him.&rdquo; The officer replied.<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;We're we not so unmarvelous as to be rejecting random people, I would be far less annoying.&rsquo; Whitejack replied.&nbsp;<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;Perfect.&rdquo; Abstract replied. &ldquo;Then I&rsquo;m with him.&rdquo;<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;What? You can&rsquo;t just&mdash;&rdquo; the officer replied,<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;I still have my plus one, so I believe she just did.&rdquo; Whitejack said. &ldquo;I&rsquo;d advise against trying to use any power you have with Renee around.&rdquo;<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;Renee?" Abstract asked. &ldquo;Why? What does she do?&rdquo;<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&nbsp;&ldquo;Neglect things. Such as Ger&rsquo; and I&rsquo;s limitations.&rdquo; A pale girl replied, riding a mechanical cube. &ldquo;Heidi, by the way.&rdquo;<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;My apologies for keeping three so long.&rdquo; Whitejack said.<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;Not at all needed. We were just here to check up, and see if there was some trouble.&rdquo; Heidi replied.</span><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;So, could I meet Renee then?&rdquo; Abstract asked.<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;I don&rsquo;t see why not.&rdquo; Whitejack said. &ldquo;Unless we have any more stop gaps?&rdquo;<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;No we don&rsquo;t&rdquo; Heidi got the cube, and transformed into a robot. And this is Ger, don&rsquo;t let his silence fool you, he&rsquo;s a sweetheart.&rdquo;<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;Unless you wish to get in Heidi's way.&rdquo; Whitejack replied. &ldquo;Which is a most unmarvelous idea.&rdquo;</span><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;So he just talks like that.&rdquo; Abstract giggled.<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;All the time.&rdquo; Heidi said. &ldquo;Ger? Where is Renee?&rdquo;<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">Ger walked as both girls follow.</span><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">---</span><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;Whitejack you can't wonder off like that.&rdquo; Renee said. &ldquo;You know how I get about this.&rdquo;<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;Which is why I didn&rsquo;t wonder off.&rdquo; Whitejack said. &ldquo;Found a fifth member even. She&mdash;&rdquo;<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;What? She was right here?&rdquo; Heidi replied."<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;Still am. Abstract said. &ldquo;Just dealing with a creep.&rdquo; Black tentacles shot out snapping the creep in the face.<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;A surprise really? Brandon is going to teach a thing or two about strength." Brandon said.<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&nbsp;A yoyo swung itself around his arm and then tug down to the ground. &ldquo;Such an unmarvelous ideal.&rdquo;</span><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;Something going here Phive?&rdquo; A security officer stepped in.<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;Nothing at all.&rdquo; Abstract said. &lsquo;I was just joining.&rdquo;</span><br /><br /></div>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[Rabbit Hole Carnival: Not Replaceable]]></title><link><![CDATA[https://www.talesfromamisfit.com/home/rabbit-hole-carnival-not-replaceable]]></link><comments><![CDATA[https://www.talesfromamisfit.com/home/rabbit-hole-carnival-not-replaceable#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Sun, 26 Apr 2026 15:08:12 GMT</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Rabbit Hole]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">https://www.talesfromamisfit.com/home/rabbit-hole-carnival-not-replaceable</guid><description><![CDATA[&ldquo;Tea all made!&rdquo; Susie said. Barging to Renee&rsquo;s rooms.&ldquo;Oh so you&rsquo;re all here? Renee asked. &ldquo;My space is just headquarters now.&rdquo;&ldquo;I seem to remember complaining about you all the same,&rdquo; Joshua said. &ldquo;So perhaps we both grown?&rdquo;&ldquo;You have an entire upstairs, and me to a shambled home.&rdquo; Renee replied. &ldquo;It&rsquo;s not the same thing.&rdquo;&ldquo;Why not?&rdquo; Joshua asked.&ldquo;You&rsquo;re not serious?&rdquo; Renee  [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class="paragraph"><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;Tea all made!&rdquo; Susie said. Barging to Renee&rsquo;s rooms.</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;Oh so you&rsquo;re all here? Renee asked. &ldquo;My space is just headquarters now.&rdquo;</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;I seem to remember complaining about you all the same,&rdquo; Joshua said. &ldquo;So perhaps we both grown?&rdquo;</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;You have an entire upstairs, and me to a shambled home.&rdquo; Renee replied. &ldquo;It&rsquo;s not the same thing.&rdquo;</span><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;Why not?&rdquo; Joshua asked.</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;You&rsquo;re not serious?&rdquo; Renee said. &ldquo;Because you left first, Jojo. Because I told i dunno how many times, and you just&mdash;&rdquo;</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;Up and left,&rdquo; Susie replied. &ldquo; I missed Renee, and I&rsquo;m still mad at her. But she did what had to survive, you could&rsquo;ve rejoined at any time. You just didn&rsquo;t.&rdquo;</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;Honestly, I deserved to be kicked out.&rdquo; Renee said. &ldquo;I may have made the thing, but I abandoned what it stood for.&rdquo;</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;So you would&rsquo;ve told me no when I first asked Nick about you?&rdquo; Cel asked.</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;Of course not.&rdquo; Renee said. &ldquo;I was happy as ever when he found you. And learn you've been looking for number 4 all this time.&rdquo;</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;You like being number 4, and fit you.&rdquo; Cody said. &ldquo;But that doesn&rsquo;t mean you weren&rsquo;t vital.&rdquo;</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;Was that the whole point?&rdquo; Susie asked. &ldquo; We couldn&rsquo;t be the &lsquo;Occultic Five&rsquo; without all five.&rdquo;</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;Even Joshua, here,&rdquo; Cel said. &ldquo;The Occultic Four would never sound as nice.&rdquo;</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;Yet I bring nothing to the table.&rdquo; Joshua replied.</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;You bring more than me and Susie.&rdquo; Renee said.</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;Agreed.&rdquo; Susie replied.</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;You two can&rsquo;t be serious what&mdash;&rdquo; Joshua started.</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;I bring tea, and a good mixture of it to the table.&rdquo; Susie said. &ldquo;Hardly worth the trouble. Renee could take the spot if she wanted.&rdquo;</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;I can spot drinks that passes people out.&rdquo; Renee replied. &ldquo;That&rsquo;s hardly much to write home about.&rdquo;</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;Renee, you could win a Nobel prize, and it would be nothing to write home about.&rdquo; Cody said.</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;That&rsquo;s not true.&rdquo; Cel said. &ldquo;Nick would hang that up on the wall in a heart beat.&rdquo;</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;No, Cody has a point.&rdquo; Renee replied. &ldquo;I could, in fact, win a Nobel prize, and I am still here thinking I didn&rsquo;t earn it some nights.&rdquo;</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;Aren&rsquo;t you like super proud of some old inspection paper?&rdquo; Cel asked.&nbsp;</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;Well yeah, but that&rsquo;s different.&rdquo; Renee. &ldquo;And before any of you start, yes it is. I know Travis. I talked to Travis, and I know what I ran away from. And remain proud of doing so, a Nobel prize is just someone who knows next to nothing about the amount of work you actually did giving you a medal.&rdquo;</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;You would think of it that way.&rdquo; Susie replied. &ldquo;Move over.&rdquo;</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">Renee complied, and got a kettle. &ldquo;We don&rsquo;t have anything &lsquo;fancier&rsquo; miss I could take your place.&rdquo;</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;Shut up.&rdquo; Susie said with a playful nudge back. &ldquo;Not a kettle gonna limit me anyways.&rdquo;</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;Would you two stop&mdash;&rdquo; Joshua tried to inject only for Cody to cover his mouth.</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&nbsp;&ldquo;Just let them do this, Jojo.&rdquo; Cody said. &ldquo;We both know it is not the first time.&rdquo;</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;Odd that you of all people noticed that, Cody.&rdquo; Cel replied. &ldquo;Though I yield, Joshua, it is a bit strange.&rdquo;</span><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">Joshua pushes Cody&rsquo;s arm away. &ldquo;A negative times a negative, I suppose. I&rsquo;m just wondering why they do it at all.&rdquo;</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">Cel stared at Renee and Susie both clearly lost in their own little world about drink mixing. Squabbling about things that would complete nonsense to 99 percent of the population. &ldquo;Because it reminds them, I think. It's their little way of keeping each other in check.&rdquo;</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;Yeah?&rdquo; Cody asked. &ldquo;How?&rdquo;</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;Do you understand even a quarter of what either are arguing about right?&rdquo; Joshua asked. &ldquo;Neither are replaceable. And as annoying as I find it, Cel&rsquo;s right. And knowing those two? They&rsquo;ll both have made a new drink out of this. In two days tops.&rdquo;</span><br /><br /></div>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[Rabbit Hole Carnival: Fireflies]]></title><link><![CDATA[https://www.talesfromamisfit.com/home/rabbit-hole-carnival-fireflies]]></link><comments><![CDATA[https://www.talesfromamisfit.com/home/rabbit-hole-carnival-fireflies#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Sun, 19 Apr 2026 07:26:25 GMT</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Rabbit Hole]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">https://www.talesfromamisfit.com/home/rabbit-hole-carnival-fireflies</guid><description><![CDATA[&ldquo;Welcome to the Rabbit Hole Carnival What.. rougher night?&rdquo; Nick asked.&ldquo;I suppose.&rdquo; Ben replied. &ldquo;Just get me a.. Hm she would like this one. A Shocking Apple.&rdquo;&ldquo;My apologies, sir, but I can&rsquo;t make that one&mdash;&rdquo; Nick said, as the door opened&ldquo;Can&rsquo;t make?&rdquo; Renee asked. &ldquo;We&rsquo;ll get you that Shocking Apple in a minute, sir. May I ask why you want one&ldquo;Busy day it seems like.&rdquo; Ben said.&ldquo;No. Rather sl [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class="paragraph"><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;Welcome to the Rabbit Hole Carnival What.. rougher night?&rdquo; Nick asked.<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;I suppose.&rdquo; Ben replied. &ldquo;Just get me a.. Hm she would like this one. A Shocking Apple.&rdquo;<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;My apologies, sir, but I can&rsquo;t make that one&mdash;&rdquo; Nick said, as the door opened<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;Can&rsquo;t make?&rdquo; Renee asked. &ldquo;We&rsquo;ll get you that Shocking Apple in a minute, sir. May I ask why you want one<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;Busy day it seems like.&rdquo; Ben said.<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;No. Rather slow actually.&rdquo; Renee replied. &ldquo;It seemed like a good time to get supplies&rdquo;<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;Even if it meant no one is around to get an old man a Shocking Apple.&rdquo; Ben asked.<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;We use this time to get supplies at times. It&rsquo;s actually Renee&rsquo;s preferred time, and I have no reason to disagree.&rdquo; Nick said. &ldquo;I couldn&rsquo;t make it, because I refuse to learn how to make her first drink for many reasons.&rdquo;<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;Also because a lot of apples are rotten, for the record.&rdquo; Renee said. &ldquo;Threw the supply out, but it&rsquo;ll be loaded soon. Oh umm&hellip;. 10-12 Anchors, 2 Homesick, and one Festival. We really haven&rsquo;t had a lot of time until now, so I called in a few favors. I&rsquo;ll help when I can.&rdquo;<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;A feeling I know too well.&rdquo; Ben said. &ldquo;If it were that easy&hellip; maybe she&rsquo;d be here still.&rdquo;<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;I don&rsquo;t mean to dismiss those thoughts of yours, but is that really what she would want you thinking?&rdquo;<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;What would a serious and focused girl like you know of such things?&rdquo; Ben asked.<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;Focused I&rsquo;ll give you, but do not mistake that for seriousness.&rdquo; Renee replied. &ldquo;I just know what dwelling on that sort of thing is like.&rdquo;<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;You know what she would say then?&rdquo; Ben said. &ldquo;You what my poor torture granddaughter was thinking before&hellip;&rdquo;<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;Just because you didn&rsquo;t save someone doesn&rsquo;t mean you didn&rsquo;t make it worth their while. &ldquo; Renee replied. &ldquo;A fact I&rsquo;ve had to remind&hellip; Uncle Nick of many times.&rdquo;<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;Yet she probably won&rsquo;t make it, because I didn&rsquo;t act sooner.&rdquo; Ben said. &ldquo;She told me so much, and promised her.&rdquo;<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;One moment.&rdquo; Renee said, and walked behind the bar come back with a filled mug in hand. &ldquo;Drink it.&rdquo;<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;But your&mdash;&rdquo; Ben started.<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;It&rsquo;s nothing Daddy can&rsquo;t handle.&rdquo; Renee said. &ldquo;Drink it.&rdquo;<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">Ben took a swig. &ldquo;It really does remind me of her. Of that moment, when we saw finally got to see fireflies, never seen her so happy.&rdquo;<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;Have you been by her side lately, Ben?&rdquo; Renee asked. &ldquo;Have you fought for this granddaughter you care so much for?&rdquo;<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;Barely&hellip; I can get in, but I never know what to say&hellip;&rdquo; Ben replied.<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;Well.. not my business, but I know a certain niece who happened to love hearing just a few words on why she mattered. On why she was trusted, and why she should still be here.&rdquo;<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;Rumor has it she co-runs a bar these days.&rdquo; Nick replied. &ldquo;And need to serve a special that a few customers are requesting.&rdquo;<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;That so?&rdquo; Renee asked. &ldquo;I can take care of the rest then. You help out with this one.&rdquo;<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;What did you say to her?&rdquo; Ben asked. &ldquo;How were you even sure you could take her in.&rdquo;<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;I wasn&rsquo;t.&rdquo; Nick said. &ldquo;I prepare to deal with the cops, and possibly my brother again. But her getting to a good home was important to me, and like you I should&rsquo;ve done it sooner. But hse is here now, and having the time of her life.&rdquo;<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;I see.. I best get going.&rdquo; Ben. &ldquo;I have a few things I need to do.&rdquo;</span><br /><br /></div>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[Rabbit Hole Carnival:  Circles]]></title><link><![CDATA[https://www.talesfromamisfit.com/home/rabbit-hole-carnival-circles]]></link><comments><![CDATA[https://www.talesfromamisfit.com/home/rabbit-hole-carnival-circles#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Mon, 13 Apr 2026 02:03:38 GMT</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Rabbit Hole]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">https://www.talesfromamisfit.com/home/rabbit-hole-carnival-circles</guid><description><![CDATA[&ldquo;Daddy?&rdquo; Renee asked, walking downstairs. &ldquo;..did one order a Shocking Apple.&rdquo;&ldquo;I would like one.&rdquo; Amber replied.&ldquo;A moment then.&rdquo; Renee said. &ldquo;I know a second star code when I see one.&ldquo;She is rather insistent!&rdquo; Nick said. &ldquo;You might stay up all night!&rdquo;&ldquo;You say that as though I didn&rsquo;t stay here!&rdquo; Renee replied. &ldquo;Amoungst other moments!&rdquo;&ldquo;We&rsquo;re Amber and Emerald.&rdquo; Emerald said [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class="paragraph"><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;Daddy?&rdquo; Renee asked, walking downstairs. &ldquo;..did one order a Shocking Apple.&rdquo;</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;I would like one.&rdquo; Amber replied.</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;A moment then.&rdquo; Renee said. &ldquo;I know a second star code when I see one.</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;She is rather insistent!&rdquo; Nick said. &ldquo;You might stay up all night!&rdquo;</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;You say that as though I didn&rsquo;t stay here!&rdquo; Renee replied. &ldquo;Amoungst other moments!&rdquo;</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;We&rsquo;re Amber and Emerald.&rdquo; Emerald said.</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;And Amber ordered the drink.&rdquo; Amber said.</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;Twins or not.&rdquo; Renee replied. And set them down in front of Amber. &ldquo;Don&rsquo;t insult a bartender's intelligence, you swap with that little hair trick, I&rsquo;ll know.&rdquo;</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;You&hellip;&rdquo; Emerald said.</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;You fiddle with it.&rdquo; Renee said. &ldquo;Not adjust it,but fiddle with it. Like going to swap it.&rdquo;</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;So why doesn&rsquo;t she drink?&rdquo; Amber asked.</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;One of you got over endlessly being copied, the other made a point to not be a copy." Renee replied. &ldquo;Not my job, which is why which did which.&rdquo;</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;Wait.. Amber?&rdquo; Emerald asked. &ldquo;</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;I.. it's not that I don't like being your sister&hellip;&nbsp; I just don't like being mistaken for you.&rdquo;</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;Not that.&rdquo; Emerald said.&nbsp; &ldquo;Is that why you're always ordering something different?! I don&rsquo;t like being mistaken for you either.&rdquo;</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;It&rsquo;s not the only reason why&hellip;&rdquo; Amber said. &ldquo;I&rdquo;&nbsp; like sour a lot too.&rdquo;</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;If I may?&rdquo; Renee asked.</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;Hmm?&rdquo; Amber replied.</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;If you may what?&rdquo; Emerald asked.</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;We get a few twins in here from time to time.&rdquo; Renee said. &ldquo;Rarely do they actually bond, because people don't bond if you force them to do so. In fact, they usually go doing the opposite."</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;Right.&rdquo; Emerald replied. &ldquo;I mean no one likes being pushed around.&rdquo;</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;And it usually circles, but&hellip; twin or not she is still my sister, and I like her.&rdquo; Amber said. &ldquo;Not her fault our parents did&hellip; a lot of things.&rdquo;</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;We kind of raised each other, huh?&rdquo; Emerald giggled. &ldquo;Shielded the other a lot too. Like one prom night.&rdquo;</span><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;Oh my god I was explaining that to him forever.&rdquo; Amber replied. &ldquo;I&rsquo;m happy Isaac even bothered with a second date after that.&rdquo;</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;She had this massive crush on Isaac.&rdquo; Emerald said. &ldquo;Finally got the nerve to ask to prom, and our parents insisted we wear the same dress.&rdquo;</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">Renee stopped shuffling bottles going from listening to fully focused. &ldquo;Your parents know that?&rdquo; Renee asked.</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;Yes.&rdquo; Amber replied. &ldquo;I was on my actual knees begging to let it go.&rdquo;</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;I&rsquo;m asexual myself too, so it was just making things so much awkward then it needed to be.&rdquo; Emerald said. &ldquo;Thankfully Emmett agreed to hide a dress in his locker, and we got Amber changed.&rdquo;</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;That poor boy.&rdquo; Renee replied. &ldquo;Probably spent like 20 minutes looking for some dress of a different color, and was hoping he wasn&rsquo;t stood up or something.&rdquo;</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;His words exactly.&rdquo; Amber replied. &ldquo;I to this day have never seen more emotion out the the relief he got when he finally saw what he was looking for.&rdquo;</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;You know what.&rdquo; Emerald. &ldquo;Maybe I will take up my sister's drinking habits.&rdquo;</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;Get a Shocking Apple and I&rsquo;ll take a Homesick?&rdquo; Amber said. &ldquo;A fruit cider for the star an sour drink for me. because I like sour.&rdquo;</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;Sound like a plan to me&rdquo; Renee said.</span><br /><br /></div>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[Rabbit Hole Carnival: Confidentially]]></title><link><![CDATA[https://www.talesfromamisfit.com/home/rabbit-hole-carnival-confidentially]]></link><comments><![CDATA[https://www.talesfromamisfit.com/home/rabbit-hole-carnival-confidentially#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Sun, 05 Apr 2026 07:14:15 GMT</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Rabbit Hole]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">https://www.talesfromamisfit.com/home/rabbit-hole-carnival-confidentially</guid><description><![CDATA[&ldquo;Hey,&rdquo; Cel knocked on the door to Renee&rsquo;s room, but let himself in before closing it. &ldquo;That feeling again?&rdquo;&ldquo;You could tell them, you know?&rdquo; Renee asked. &ldquo;I don&rsquo;t see how it wouldn&rsquo;t be easier.&rdquo;&ldquo;Because I wouldn&rsquo;t believe it was healthy, or know for sure there was a benefits.&rdquo; Cel replied, take a seat beside her. &ldquo;You rarely believe this sort of thing when it comes from me. But I'd be more worried if we're t [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class="paragraph"><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;Hey,&rdquo; Cel knocked on the door to Renee&rsquo;s room, but let himself in before closing it. &ldquo;That feeling again?&rdquo;<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;You could tell them, you know?&rdquo; Renee asked. &ldquo;I don&rsquo;t see how it wouldn&rsquo;t be easier.&rdquo;<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;Because I wouldn&rsquo;t believe it was healthy, or know for sure there was a benefits.&rdquo; Cel replied, take a seat beside her. &ldquo;You rarely believe this sort of thing when it comes from me. But I'd be more worried if we're trying to just avoid the subject.&rdquo;<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;How am I not avoiding the subject?&rdquo; Renee asked. &ldquo;I&rsquo;m my room curled up, and hiding.&rdquo;<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;To deal with something that no one in their right mind would want to talk about.&rdquo; Cel said. &ldquo;You know what they&rsquo;re gonna say. You know what I want to say. And the only reason I&rsquo;m in this room is I&rsquo;m not gonna bother with that.&rdquo;<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;Bother with me something else then.&rdquo; Renee replied. &ldquo;Why is that? Why is it really, because not even your mom can make you do something.&rdquo;<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;True, but that doesn&rsquo;t mean she can&rsquo;t teach me. I&rsquo;ve admitted before I pushed you a bit.&rdquo; Cel replied.<br /><br /> &ldquo;I guess I was hoping Mike would change. Hoping maybe I would seem like a high school curled and isolated every time she was with us.&rdquo;<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;If I did it right, it was far from every time.&rdquo; Renee replied. &ldquo;Not that I hated seeing you join me in that little alcove.&rdquo;<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;And that&rsquo;s just it, no it probably was every time.&rdquo; Cel said. &ldquo;But it was enough time that I wondered if you were just hiding bruises, scars, who knows what else. But as long as you were with us, you were at least attempting to be happy.&rdquo;<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;Yeah, well?&rdquo; Renee said. &ldquo;Someone was always making sure of that.&rdquo;<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&nbsp;&ldquo;That day.&rdquo; Cel asked. &ldquo;Well, that night you stumbled into this bar. The night you just left everything without a sound. What really happened? All of it.&rdquo;<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;Weird isn&rsquo;t it?&rdquo; Renee said. &ldquo;It wasn&rsquo;t the pain, the yelling. I&rsquo;m not even sure it was that bruise&hellip; Adam had started trying to get me to just be quiet. He had been saving up, I had actually gotten some decent grades. We did everything right, and the truth is that the yelling match that started is still complete gibberish to me.&rdquo;<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;You two were going to leave? Both you and Adam.&rdquo; Cel asked.<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;He said that at the time. I&rsquo;m not sure anymore.&rdquo; Renee replied. &ldquo;That was some kind of plan, if I just toughed it out a bit. But that almost endlessly meant erasing me. I was&hellip; I couldn&rsquo;t be the occultic 5 leader anymore. I had more and more homeschooling. Except it&hellip; was slowly becoming more training then homeschooling. Brought that up. And then&hellip;&rdquo;<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;You don&rsquo;t have to continue if you don't want to.&rdquo; Cel said, and got to hand Renee Inky.<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;It wasn&rsquo;t an argument that time.&rdquo; Renee replied, holding Inky the plushie close. &ldquo;It was just a really hard slap. Brought me to the floor.&rdquo;<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;Just a slap?&rdquo; Cel asked. &ldquo;From Mike?&rdquo;<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;I was as shocked as you were.&rdquo; Renee said. &ldquo;But Mike wasn&rsquo;t, and that made me realize that I had 2 options. Survive as some quiet puppet of a daughter, whose full identity wasn&rsquo;t even processed. Never mind accept, or just leave. So I got quiet and went to my room. Didn&rsquo;t even pack .&rdquo;<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;Just didn&rsquo;t care anymore, hun?&rdquo; Cel asked. &ldquo;Just did what was best for you, and went off to start somewhere else?&rdquo;<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;I think I figure you&rsquo;d all be worried sick but&mdash;&rdquo; Renee started.<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;My only worry was that I wouldn&rsquo;t get to see you again.&rdquo; Cel said. &ldquo;Actually I focused deep into childhood trauma shortly after.&rdquo;<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;Your parents didn&rsquo;t stop you?&rdquo; Renee asked. &ldquo;Warn you?&rdquo;<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#000000; font-weight:400">&ldquo;My parents knew the reason.&rdquo; Cel replied. &ldquo;And they knew that nothing was going to change my mind.&rdquo;</span><br /><br /></div>]]></content:encoded></item></channel></rss>