All Chapters of The Curse of the Seasons: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Lana Everyone has their own guilty pleasure in life. For some, it's food, wine,  cigarettes, travel, thrilling adventures, or even just curling up on the couch to read a book. For all three of my brothers, it's the thrill and competition of game nights. The competitive natures of the three have resulted in our mother and father restricting game nights to once a month when I'm awake - for their safety, of course. They always start the same way: Mom and Dad chickening out and opting for a dinner date somewhere in town,  which would leave us kids to either order in pizza or make burgers. Moments before dinner, game master Matt would hand out envelopes with character profiles inside and we'd have a few moments to scrutinise them before we are launched into an

Rhett I dreamed of Lana that night, a wonderfully warm and pleasant dream where we were lying in each other's arms and just enjoying each other's presence.  Nothing sexual, just cuddling. Completely unlike what I would have enjoyed with other girls, but Lana is different.  If I were the romantic type I'd say there's a strong chance she is "the one"... but I'm not so let's just leave it at "I like her". I opened my eyes, an annoying ringing sound clawing at my drowsy mind. It took me a few moments to realise that the sound was my cell phone.  "Hello?" I answered, my voice gruff with sleep. 

Lana I was washing my hands at the rather dingy basin when Terry waltzed into the bathroom as if he belonged there. I saw his reflection in the mirror and watched as he leaned against the door, blocking the exit. "Well, I was wondering how long it would take for you to get rid of the leach you call a boyfriend." He smirked. "I was starting to think you hadn't understood my hints." He straightened and walked toward me, coming to stand behind me. He caressed my arm, the tips of his calloused fingers grazing my skin. It made me feel physically ill. "I think you've misread this situation. I'm not interested in anything you have to offer." I said firmly, stepping away from him. 

Lana "I guessed you'd find these eventually." My dad said, leaning back in his chair. "What do you want to know?" My mom looks over at him, clearly horrified that he was even discussing the subject with me. She's always been uncomfortable discussing my unusual sleeping habits. She swallows a few times and I watch her intently as I try to formulate questions in my chaotic mind. "Where did the photos come from?" Dan asked, helping me out a bit. My dad switched his gaze between Dan and myself, taking a deep breath before he began his story. "After the second year that you experienced your sleep episode, I reached out to various colleagues and professors. I had

Lana Rhett said he had a surprise planned for me, a special date night, just the two of us. "We've been officially together for two months." He had texted, adding a heart emoji and a winking face. "I think we should celebrate in style."I immediately agreed, any excuse to get out of the house. It had become stifling since my parents - or rather, my dad - had told me about me being some science experiment. They both kept checking up on me but at the same time, keeping their distance. It was weird… and had some zoo-like parallels. "I'll pick you up at 7pm, " he had replied. And so, at 6.55pm, I was standing on my doorstep waiting for him, wearing a black mini dress