Andlat's Story Spot

Finn groaned as Nate and Felix laughed about something that had happened at their friend Jaycen's house. He hated hanging out with his little brother, but that was the rule for the whole summer ever since their parents had seen some news report or something. Neither of them could go anywhere with a “buddy”. Nate had convinced their parents that Felix counted as a buddy, but if Finn wanted to go somewhere, he had to go where Nate was going. He had only agreed to come along with Nate because they were going to the movies, but somehow, Felix's mom had convinced them they had time to hang out and drink lemonade. It was dumb, Finn thought. What made it a million times worse was that Felix's mom was convinced Finn was Nate's little brother, hopelessly little, so he got stuck with a sippy cup and the babyish nickname Finny. He tried to set the record straight, but neither Nate nor Felix would back him up. “And the third one's your weenie!” Nate bellowed. Even though both N...

Don't know if that title is as clever as I think it is... “Who needs pants when you have your poofy diapie?” Beau groaned, covering his ears and wishing he had earplugs. Recess was supposed to be the best part of the whole day, but he could not escape that stupid video. Videos, really. There was that one, the diaper dance, and he didn't even want to think about what other ones might be out there. Every single video spread across the playground like wildfire. “Who needs pants when you have your poofy diapie? Who needs pants when you have your-?” “Are you watching it over and over?” He glared at his best friend, sitting beside him in their special hideout under the jungle gym. The least he could do was look sheepish about it! “They loop.” Aiden said. “And people keep sending them to me.” “It doesn't even sound like me!” Beau protested. “Looks like you though.” Beau pushed Aiden's phone away before he could see the latest AI-generated slander against his maturity. “Do...

Another vintage Andlat story! Andlat studied the board before him, his gaze shifting from the board to the cards in his paw and back again. “Ah!” He said. “I’ll build a route from Denver to Kansas City with four orange cards.” He made his move, placing his red train cars in a neat line on the orange boxes as Jack looked on. He was glad that Andlat had not thrown too much of a fit about his conductor cap being pink, nor the fact that the bandana around his neck was more of a scarf, every bit as pink as his cap. After all, he was all boy below the scarf, from his beloved Ace Incredible t-shirt to the shorts that were insistent about sliding down his hips when he excitedly bounced forward from his place on the floor to play his turn. He had pouted more when Jack had accidentally blocked one of his routes. Andlat had tried to hide his disappointment, but he was a bad actor and Jack always knew when he was feeling down. “You might just beat me, kit.” Jack said, studying his own cards. “I...