SpankLit

Spoon

When spoiled heiress Chloe Buckingham hires a feng shui consultant to “fix the vibes” in her luxury apartment, she expects a few crystals and a mirror or two. However, discovering balance across a stern lap wasn't part of her plan. Consultant Joanne Parker understands that some energy misalignments stem not from the furniture, but from the client herself. This playful tale explores modern privilege, unconventional remedies, and the surprising art of hands-on recalibration.

Act I: The Chaotic Space

The scent of designer candles and freshly steamed curtains filled Chloe Buckingham’s new apartment as she flounced dramatically onto the overstuffed sofa. Her slim fingers flicked idly through her phone, sending bursts of emoji-laden texts to her friends. Oversized sunglasses perched atop her honey-blonde head, a signature affectation even when she was indoors. Across from her, Joanne Parker adjusted the angle of a floor lamp, pursed her lips, and tried her best not to sigh.

Joanne was used to demanding clients. She’d Feng Shui’d penthouses, country manors, and on one memorable occasion – even a yacht. But Chloe Buckingham, heiress and professional socialite, was testing her patience like no one before.

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By #HerbieHind

When Prudence Featherstone campaigns to muffle the village church bells, she finds herself face to face with a most unexpected form of pastoral resistance. A Sound Correction is a riotous tale of muffled decorum, ecclesiastical determination, and the redemptive power of olivewood. Expect scripture, scandal, and a peal of thoroughly instructive consequences.

There were only a few things in life that Miss Prudence Featherstone disliked more than noise—though she was, in due course, to discover another.

This included, but was not limited to: the over-exuberance of the handbell choir, the thwack of cricket bats on summer afternoons, the gramophone at The Hare and Barrel—especially when it played jazz—and, above all, the joyous clanging of the bells of St Mildred’s, which she had once likened to “a brass band being mugged in a stairwell.”

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