Abbey Chord 🎵

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Music | Mets | Buckeyes | Hockey | 🏳️‍⚧️in NJ Writing my first novel. “I’ve lost my mind just a couple of times.” Discord: abbeyisme PFP by @wizard-of-roz.bsky.social

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Abbey Chord 🎵@abbeyisme· 4d

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“I can hear you. You might as well come out,” Alice said in a firm voice. There was no answer. Alice moved deeper into the kitchen. It was spotless. It looked as if it had never been used. Alice heard footsteps up ahead and she walked towards them. The door to the walk-in freezer slammed shut as she approached. She pulled on the handle but it would not open. She could hear some whispers and giggle coming from inside. She tried with all of her strength to open the door but it would not budge.
“Can I help you?” said a voice from behind.
“There’s people in there,” Alice said as she turned around, coming face-to-face with the bartender.
“It’s part of the VIP Package.”
“To eat in the freezer?”
“They don’t eat in there,” he said as he took out a key and unlocked the door. When he opened it, there was Margaret and Anderson. They were both naked and lying next to each other on a mattress on the floor. Anderson was attempting to light a cigarette.
“It’s too cold in here,” he said to Margaret. Neither of them noticed Alice or the bartender in the doorway.

Abbey Chord 🎵@abbeyisme· 7d

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They picked up a pizza on their way home for the therapist. Alice was silent. She was deep in thought so Margaret called in the order, but she made Alice go in to get it. When she walked in, she was sprayed in the face with water. “What the fu--?” She was handed a pizza box and another white bag. Inside was a slice of pineapple pizza. Vincent was laughing. “You know the rules. Don’t worry, I’m not going to charge you for it.”
“Do I have to take it?”
“Yes. Get it out of here.”
“Why not just not sell the pineapple pizza?”
“It’s fun to spray people.”
Alice grabbed a bunch of napkins and dried her face off.

Abbey Chord 🎵@abbeyisme· 8d

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“Oh, I used a pen name. It sounded more alliterative; don’t you think?”
“Well, Ms. Minson, I look forward to finally reading this amazing, thrilling, funny, thrilling--”
“You said ‘thrilling’ twice, weirdo. Plus, you’ve read it a million times,” Margaret reached into her back pocket and took out a black marker, “Here.” She began scribbling on the title page, blew on the wet ink and handed it to Alice. “Before you read what I wrote, read this.” She opened the book back up to the dedication page.
To my wife Alice. The strongest, most loving person I have ever known. I could never have done this without you. We have many more journeys ahead of us.
Alice was a blubbering mess. She handed the book back to Margaret. “I’ll cry all over it. Give me a second.” She pulled her in for a hug and just sobbed tears of joy into her hair. Once she composed herself, she took back the book. “Let’s see what you wrote.”
Dear Alice. Thanks for reading. Your hero, Margaret Minson

Abbey Chord 🎵@abbeyisme· 10d

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Abbey Chord 🎵@abbeyisme· 11d

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Molly came out of her trance in time to see a layer of orange and yellow scales surface from where her ankles once were all the way down to her giant fan tail. A part of her brain yelled in panic but quickly was silenced. She pulled off her medical gown and drank in the vision of her beautiful new body. Her perfect skin had a very faint orange highlight to it. It was like she was glowing. Right below her belly button, her skin began to change complexion and texture as it faded from flesh to scales. Where the top of her thighs once was there sat two fins that were sensitive to the touch. They could feel the air. She was suddenly uncomfortable and twisted on her side as another fin sprouted from her waist to about 3 inches from the end of her tail. The air tasted different. She could tell the difference between the oxygen and…the water. The water. She wanted the water. She needed the water. She looked past the orderlies and saw a giant grotto. They wheeled her over and had to hold her down as she tried to jump off. They picked her up and she could feel the added weight of her new tail. She began to thrash when they placed her at the edge, with her tail in the water. As she sat in the water, it felt like her tail had been on fire. She slid in deeper and deeper. Before she knew it, she was fully submerged. She was home.

Abbey Chord 🎵@abbeyisme· 12d

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Margaret walked into the empty house. Baker gave her a half-assed welcome before returning to the couch and her nap. She let the silence wash over her. With Alice away in Washington for the next few days, Margaret felt free of guilt and stress of the past week. Even though things seemed to have smoothed over a little, there was still a bit of heightened energy every time Alice came home. It wasn’t her fault, Margaret thought, but she was finding it hard to relax when Alice was around. Neither said it but they knew this trip came at the right time. She didn’t know what to do with herself. In a week she would be back to teaching so she needed to get as much work on her book done in this time to stay on schedule. She looked at her watch and then at her office door. She didn’t want to go in there. She had been fighting writer’s block all weekend and that stress was just compounding. “Fuck it,” she said to the snoring dog. She threw open the office door and crouched under her desk, pulling wires this way and that. She tossed her lap top and some papers in her bag and left the house.

Abbey Chord 🎵@abbeyisme· 16d

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Marcus led the way inside the hotel as if he was the owner. The inside was decorated in a very classic style. Chandeliers and white columns. The people were all dressed professionally. Even those sitting on the sofas in the lobby looked like the powerful elite. Those not dressed like that were in tennis and golf outfits. Then, there was Alice, the trans woman in black leggings and a red and white flannel, her oversized sunglasses sitting on top of her head. In her mind, everyone was stopping to look at her. She pulled the sunglasses back down and made her way to the elevators as fast as she could without making a scene. She pressed the button before Marcus could catch up.

Abbey Chord 🎵@abbeyisme· 17d

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Mom was working a double shift at the hospital. She left us fifty dollars for lunch and dinner. I had put my dishes in the sink from breakfast when she dragged me into her room. She locked the door and let out a sinister laugh as she took a shopping bag from the back of her closet. She carefully laid out two pairs of girl’s jeans, a dress, and a few tops. They all had tags on them. She told me try everything on or she was going to tell on me. I pretended I didn’t want to and then I went straight to the dress. She pulled it away from me. “I knew you’d go for that first. This is last. Start with those jeans.” I did as I was told. She had me mix and match every combination. She would go in and out of her closet and hand me accessories. After a half hour, I stopped pretending to protest and admitted how much fun I was having. We fought about what looked better on me. She yanked clothes off of me and hand me other clothes. Before I knew it, we were on the floor and she was painting my nails black. “Don’t worry about it. Just tell people you’re punk.” I had no clue what that meant and she promised to take it off later. She next did my makeup and put clip-on earrings on my lobes. She would not let me look at myself until she had declared me a finished product. When she spun me around and I saw myself, my true self, for the first time, I began to bawl, ruining all the hard work my sister had done.

Abbey Chord 🎵@abbeyisme· 23d

Who is this person?

Two notifications alerting me that schizanon.bsky.social has added me to the lists Wrong About VR Crypto Smart-Glasses GLP1 NFTs or Bitcoin and Rent Free Heads even after they were blocked.

Abbey Chord 🎵@abbeyisme· 24d

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The coffee shop was tiny. There was not a suit or tie in sight. The Grateful Dead was playing from a Bluetooth speaker behind the wooden counter. A hand written chalk board listed the few choices they offered. This place made Vito’s place look corporate and Alice loved it. A single employee was clearing off a table and announced he’d be right with them. He had blonde dreadlocks, a tie-dye shirt underneath overalls, sandals and socks. A card next to the register let everyone know the WIFI name was VOTING and the password was DOESNUTHNG123. Instinctively, Alice and Marcus logged their phones on. The man returned to the counter.
“Sup? What can I get you?”

Abbey Chord 🎵@abbeyisme· 25d

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The shop was mostly empty. There was not a rush for coffee at 4:30 on a Saturday afternoon. A few stools and booths were populated, though. A kid was working the counter. He was about the same age as the little shit at the pizzeria. His pink hair draped over his uniform visor and a pride pin was attached to his apron strap. He had multiple tattoos on his forearms. Alice wondered how this kid had the money and the time for all of those. His name tag read “Bernie He/Him”.
She took her air pods out and returned them to their case dangling from her bag. Harry Connick, Jr. was playing throughout the store. An interesting choice.
“Welcome to the Bean Counter. You can count on me for your perfect coffee order."
Alice looked confused. “Vito doesn’t make you say that, does he?”
“I’m trying some stuff out,” Bernie proudly replied, “What can I get you?”

Abbey Chord 🎵@abbeyisme· 29d

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“Hello?” There was no response but she could hear music coming from the patio. She went into the bedroom and found the pile of blankets on the floor. She picked them up and tossed them on the bed before continuing to the bathroom. She was still wearing her sunglasses. She removed them revealing her bloodshot eyes. Her eye makeup was smeared and a mess. It looked quite punk, actually. Alice liked it but could never recreate it, so, she decided to just leave it. The contacts had to go, though. Out they came and she could feel her corneas breath. She put drops in each eye and donned her black rimmed cat-eyed glasses. She changed her shirt and pulled on a pair of capris sweatpants. She took a huge breath and made her way to the kitchen. There was still coffee in the press. She poured the remainder and went outside. Baker charged at her and almost knocked her over. Margaret looked up from her scrolling, “hey.”

Abbey Chord 🎵@abbeyisme· Jul 9

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Betty pulled the security gates down and locked them before turning out the lights. The three them headed down to the basement where Betty and Lois had set up a rehearsal area and makeshift studio. There were foam mattress pads nailed to the walls to drown out the sound. Several floor fans kept the room cool. They had to be turned off during recording so the sound didn’t end up on the record. Alice attended one recording session and then never again. Alice kept her old Stratocaster and a practice amp in the corner, along with a few pedals. Her board here paled in comparison to what she had at home. An overdrive, distortion, and fuzz, plus a compressor to keep everything level. Her more adventurous pedals, like her delay and chorus were banned. “This isn’t a fucking hippie show,” Betty chastised her. On the drums was Bernice. By day, Bernice was a meter maid, by night, she was one of the best drummers nobody had ever heard of. Her mismatched drums were covered in stickers. One tom was gold and another green. The black bass drum had a caricature of her holding a dead flower. It reminded Alice of the Green Day “Kerplunk” album cover but Bernice at least pretended not to see it.

Abbey Chord 🎵@abbeyisme· Jul 8

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After dinner, Alice took a few beers and went to the basement. She turned on the lights. Along the far wall, four guitars were mounted, a white Gibson SG Les Paul Reissue, a Tri Burst Les Paul Standard, a black Stratocaster Standard with a white pickguard, and the prize of her collection, a vintage 1961 sunburst Fender Jazzmaster. She had a Fender Princeton Reverb amplifier on a stand. A giant pedal board splayed out in front of the amp, populated with numerous effect pedals of various sizes and colors. In the corner, there was a platform where a Martin dreadnaught sat. A humidifier is parked next to the platform. She plugged a wire into an outlet and multicolor lights illuminated the entire area. Taking the SG off the wall, she plugged it in and began running through every Nirvana song she knew and then switched to The Velvet Underground. By the time she had finished her third beer she was sitting on a stool and noodling. She stumbled back up the stairs and slept like a baby.

Abbey Chord 🎵@abbeyisme· Jul 7

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Margaret rolled back the chair and flopped down. She pulled out a drawer above her legs where the keyboard and mouse were stashed and turned on the computer. She then opened a drawer to her right and pulled out a neatly stacked pile of papers with markups of 4 different colors. She stopped quickly like she had been shot with a lightning bolt, took another sip of her laced coffee, and then turned to the bookshelf to her left. Only one of the shelves was three-quarters filled. There were still 5 and a quarter to go. When Alice asked her why she needed to have so much shelf space, Margaret just said, “Goals.” On top of the shelf sat a Bose Bluetooth speaker, a gift from Alice when they finished the office. She turned it on and opened up the music app on her phone. Thinking what kind of mood she was in this morning, she finally keyed in her selection and sat back down as Prince filled the room. Baker came in with the remnants of the stuffed squirrel they gave her years ago. She carried it around the house as her trophy. Baker was given more access to the office than Alice was. She dropped her “buddy” as they called it and lounged down next to it, falling asleep with the plush carcass under her chin.

Abbey Chord 🎵@abbeyisme· Jul 5

#WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts I will admit this scene was inspired by a @maegodhavemercy.com @reallifecomics.bsky.social strip that made me laugh.

“Oh, there you are. Let me in.”
Alice opened the door and pulled her in. Margaret had a basket of other clothes. She dumped it all on the bench and separated them. “I have some fun things here. Here’s a pair of leggings. I love these. Try this on,” she handed her a camisole, “if you like it, I can grab some other colors.” Alice pulled off her shirt and fumbled with the camisole. “Here’s a bralette. You won’t need this yet, but –” Margaret saw Alice topless, “Oh, maybe you do,” she said as she poked Alice right in the tit. She grabbed back the camisole, “Try the bralette first.” Alice did as she was told. “How does that feel?”
“It feels right,” Alice responded as she pulled on her new favorite shirt over it. She loved it ever more now as she could see just the slightest hint of a bra strap sneak out of the collar.

Abbey Chord 🎵@abbeyisme· Jul 4

#WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts More of the same scene from the "knock" prompt on July 2.

“I don’t know if I should be mixing. I have to get home.”
Lois locked eyes with her and very deadpan, “You are home.”
Alice froze for a second, “Fuck you. You know that creeps me out.” They all had a giggle.
“Yes! We got a smile,” exclaimed a triumphant Lois.
“Down the hatch, girls,” ordered Betty, and they all did as commanded.
“You’re staying here tonight. We’re going to finish this, um, ceremony, then we’re going to eat some terrible Chinese food, then we’re going to keep drinking. We’re going to smoke drugs and watch some bad TV until we pass out. In the morning, Betty is going to make us breakfast before we open the shop up. If you want to hang out with us, we will let you pick some, not all, of the playlist. I am not letting that hippie shit I know you listen to on in my store.” Lois was already a little tipsy.
“We can also just keep drinking and let you vent and see where the night takes us,” added Betty, “a true girl’s night.” Alice liked the idea of that and poured her next round.

Abbey Chord 🎵@abbeyisme· Jul 3

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CHAPTER 1
Thursdays were always busy for Alice. This morning, she used up all the snooze options she included in her alarm. When she still didn’t get out of bed her wife Margaret flicked her ear until she rolled out. Alice retaliated with a quick tickle before running to the bathroom. She opened the medicine cabinet and began opening pill bottles. Allergy medicine. Vitamins. The routine continued. She moved on to the prescription bottles. A yellow circle pill, then, as she had every morning for the past 2 years, she paused on the two blue oval pills before placing them under her tongue. As it dissolved, she looked herself over. The tingle was still slightly there. She was still amazed at what she saw looking back at her in the mirror. Although she was always going to be her own harshest critic, even she could not deny the transformation she saw in front of her. Her tight tank top showed off her new body. Her breasts pushed through the fabric. She placed her hands on her waist, right where it curved in from her torso and then out to her hips and thighs. She cut the figure of an athletic woman. The black polish on her fingers was peeling and though she would fret about it to Margaret, she actually liked the punk/alt girl look she always wanted.
She tied her hair up in a tight bun and hopped into the shower. After which, she meticulously applied her makeup. There would be no meetings today, so she dug out her favorite pair of jeans and an old Nirvana shirt. She let her hair down, gave it a tussle and then put it back up in a high ponytail, leaving tendrils framing her face.

Abbey Chord 🎵@abbeyisme· Jul 2

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Alice knocked on the door and Lois opened up. She was in a silk bathrobe and yanked her in by the collar. The lights in the apartment were dimmed. Candles were lit and the music that was playing was weird as fuck. Betty, in a camisole and sweatpants, joined them from the kitchen. She was holding a tray with 12 empty shot glasses. She placed the tray on the coffee table and skipped over to their bar. She took out four bottles and returned to the coffee table, placing a bottle at each corner. There was an Irish Whiskey, Rum, Vodka, and of course Tequila. Alice took a seat on the couch.

Abbey Chord 🎵@abbeyisme· Jun 29

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Alice smiled back and mouthed “thank you” but not sure if any sound came out. As Alice ate and scrolled, she started feeling better. There was nothing a little pizza and doomscrolling to get over being clocked by a punk kid that has probably never seen a naked woman outside of his Groyper chat rooms. The crust, the most depressing part of the slice. It was bland and practically tasteless but also because it signified the end of the pizza. Alice had a system of eating pizza where she would eat the end of the slice sideways so she was getting the crust and a little bit of the actual pizza with the sauce and cheese. Having finished the second slice, Alice cracked open the Coke and tossed the plates in the garbage. As she was leaving, she watched as an unsuspecting customer got sprayed twice in the face with water from a spray bottle from Pete.
“What the fuck was that for?”
Alice pointed at a custom sign hanging underneath the menu that read: Staff reserves the right to spray water in the face of anyone that orders pineapple on their pizza.

Abbey Chord 🎵@abbeyisme· Jun 10

It’s my new character Mr. Happy Condensation Face. He wishes everyone a happy Wednesday.

3 condensation puddles randomly in the shape of 2 dots for eyes and another in the shape of a smile on a fake light wood table.

Abbey Chord 🎵@abbeyisme· May 11

@phish.com you spelled the town wrong. It’s New Brunswick. @elisaallechant.bsky.social

Phish Radio incorrectly spelling the name of the town the show is in. It reads New Bruswick, NJ. It should read New Brunswick, NJ.

Abbey Chord 🎵@abbeyisme· Apr 1

Perfect morning weather. Sitting on the patio with a cold brew and chocolate caramel syrup, reading A/S/L by @jeannethornton.bsky.social and looking up at this sky.

Fluffy white clouds under a blue sky. There’s a tree that has not yet begun to bloom in front of a cookie-cutter white house with black trim.

Abbey Chord 🎵@abbeyisme· Mar 31

Hit a wall with writing so I decided I’m going to start editing and doing some re-reads. First 30 pages await me when I get back from the gym.

A red pen sits on top of a white piece of paper with a black binder clip. The paper has black printing that says first draft edit, Untitled Alice, a novel, by Abigail Chord.

Abbey Chord 🎵@abbeyisme· Jan 10

Pizza place not happy about Pete apparently.

Bobble head of former Met Peter Alonso. His head has been broken off and placed on his raised arm.

Abbey Chord 🎵@abbeyisme· Dec 12

Saw this one on a daily calendar as a kid and once I figured it out I couldn’t stop laughing.

In the panel, a pack of wolves crammed into a car with a smashed-in front end drive past a "Deer Xing" sign

Abbey Chord 🎵@abbeyisme· Dec 11

Added to my list.

Screenshot showing the book This Has All Been Wonderful has been added to my “to read” book list.

Abbey Chord 🎵@abbeyisme· Dec 8

Proud to be on this list.

A screenshot of a block list called Antis for “people who hate “people” who use AI/Bitcoin/VR/Robots, or only criticize those technologies to defend their ego.”

Abbey Chord 🎵@abbeyisme· Dec 2

This history dork is going to watch this over and over.

Blu Ray cover of Ken Burns’ documentary of The American Revolution.

Abbey Chord 🎵@abbeyisme· Oct 31

Love early voting in NJ. Hate that I have to research board of ed candidates even though I don’t have kids to make sure no weirdos get on there.