TheCabaretCat

Disclaimer: I don't own any characters/places/things from Criminal Minds. The only thing I own is Dr. Ryan Stanson. Authors note: I Kind of want to keep the chapters medium sized and I plan on having this story go at the pace of a regular novel so if you feel like it's going too slow go ahead and tell me, but I don't want it to go super fast either, because that's just not how things work. Spencer sleepily stumbled into the office, carrying his usual paper coffee cup. On the way here he had calculated how much money he would save every year if he didn't go get coffee every morning, and instead choosing to buy a fifty dollar or so coffee mak

The morning was bitter and cold, as mornings often are. Dr. Spencer Reid kept his frail hands buried deep within the pockets of his pea coat, his purple scarf nearly choking him. He reluctantly pulled a hand out to open the frozen handle of the coffee shop door. The scent of coffee beans filled him with a slight rush as he anticipated getting this morning's caffeine and carbohydrate fix. He entered the space, painted with lush hues of browns and greens, the hanging light fixtures gave a soft glow and pot lights illuminated the prints on the wall. A jazz song began on the radio as Reid approached the counter. The early morning barista was exa

2/100Lilly the Cuddly Black Kitten Lilly the cuddly black kitten was born on a Monday in January, She, being the tiniest of her litter was not given as much attention from her mother and was always teased by her brothers and sisters, all of whom were much larger than she was. "You're worthless, tiny and smell like a litter box that hasn't' been scooped ages!" Her largest brother, Biff, would tell her, just before he would bat her head with his paw.  After Biff had finished verbally abusing her, she would crawl under the bed and cry. "get out from under there you puny little mouse!" Her biggest sister said. "That's my spot, you're laying o

1/100 A Dusty Old Top Hat When I opened the box beneath the mountains of junk that had filled up my little home, it sat there, grey and tired, with tiny holes where the moths had eaten their lunch. I couldn't hold on to it much longer. It had been here for years. It had belonged to him. He loved that ridiculous hat, he'd been a magician, before he got sick, before the children all left. He would wear it as he made scarves disappear and pulled silver dollars from behind Sarah and Jacob's little ears. Oh how they laughed and laughed. But when he became confined to the room, I stopped caring about the rest of the house. Things piled up and up