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Gaby's Trial

Gaby’s Trial.
By Angharad.
(A story based on the characters created by Maddy Bell).

This story was written for the 2008 Gabycon.

The doorbell rang and Maddy went to answer it.

“Hi, Maddy, is Gaby around?”

“Somewhere, I think she’s watching a DVD of Lance Armstrong or something. Hang on, I’ll call her. GABS, HARRY’S HERE!”

A moment later the diminutive figure of Gaby Bond aka Drew, came skipping through the house. “Hi, Harry,” she as Gaby, embraced the pleasant young man who stood waiting for her.

Alexandra and the Horrible, Awful, No Good, Very Bad Day.

After taking way too long of a break, I just had to answer Rasufelle's Writers' Challenge. The silly little ditty just wouldn't give me any peace until I wrote it down.

Alexandra and the Horrible, Awful, No Good, Very Bad Day.
by Ray Drouillard

Fishing

Fishing

The chance of a life time, something I’d dreamed of since watching the movie “Splash”. I am attracted to the idea of mermaids and mermen, with so much of the earth covered in water, and yet so little that we can visit, a whole new world to be explored is just waiting.

Coward?

Coward?

He sits there, trapped by his fear, his cowardice.
He's afraid to do anything that might draw attention to himself.
He's afraid to meet with his co-workers off hours.
He's afraid that he won't be able to bluff his way through all that guy talk.

He's afraid that he'll have a bad time.
He's afraid that he'll have a good time.

The End

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.The End

Written by Dauphin
Read this letter from a boy that really is considering suicide. Can you understand why he wants to?
"Very realistic, as some boys would feel the same. Let us hope they have courage" Diana
"Emotional and Serious, Dauphin wants us to consider the person behind the dress" Andrew

Pray Happy For You

I wrote this late at night, worn out from a very disappointing day. All I knew, and it is my only Anchor, was that my suffering is no different from others I know here. I was in utter despair with tears flooding my vision. Much to my total astonishment, some of you enjoyed it. I am non-plused by your reactions, but thank you.

Transbike-London

"Ah, greetings my young friends, how may I help you this fine and wondrous Day"

"Sir, Does this bike actually work or is it a ruse to sell bikes?"

"Good lady, this bike does work as promised, why do you ask, surely you don't wish to become a man?"

"No way!! Quite the opposite, I want to become a woman!!"

Letters.

This was sent to me as an email joke, I know we get hundreds sent each year, this one may cause a chuckle. I don't know who wrote it.

Dear Wife:

I'm writing you this letter to tell you that I'm leaving you forever.

I've been a good man to you for seven years and I have nothing to show for it.

These last two weeks have been hell. Your boss called to tell me

Coulda Been... For Christmas

I would very much like to think I would find a point in which I had no more of these fantasies "in me" as it were. Unfortunately, I don't think that time will come anytime soon, so I'll continue to contribute these almost memories as necessary.

Coulda Been... For Christmas
by Edeyn Hannah Blackeney
Note: This is dedicated to the memory of George Morse.
My Grandfather.

This didn't happen. The real story is less proactive, but really... this is what might have been in different circumstances. There's a kernel of the relationships at work here, but...

Josephine Bockkernodd

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Poor ole Joe Bockkernodd . Upset with life. Work, work all the time. Whenever he saw a girl with her boyfriend, a wife with her husband, he thought, “Oh how lucky they are. Never having to work. Always having somebody to take care of them. Oh, if only he was one of the lucky ones with someone to take care of him.”

Josephine Bockkernodd

 
Supposedly written and revised by Billie Sue Pilgrim
But she will not admit it

Lucky Shot

Lucky Shot

by shalimar

copyright 1968, 1990, 2001, 2007

A soldier lost less and more than he expected.

Suddenly shots came from every direction as the troop was on patrol in the jungle. Everyone in the troop took cover and returned fire.

"Medic! I've been hit!" shouted one of the soldiers.

Coulda Been... Yet Again

Another fantasy, and it looks like dedications are gonna be the norm for these. I think these pieces are helping me, but writing them is really painful. I sat sobbing for a good two hours halfway through this one, and if you want to see the real story of what happened, it's in my blog on here. I'm not going to link to it, it's easy enough to find.

Coulda Been... Yet Again
by Edeyn Hannah Blackeney
Note: This is dedicated to the memory of Michael Andrew Galyen.
My baby brother.
18 March 1991 - 12 September 2007.

This didn't happen. The real story is much more painful, but really... this is what might have been in different circumstances. There's a kernel of what really happened here, but...

Coulda Been... Another Time

Third one of these. I'm definitely enjoying writing them, as it's always better to think of pleasant things. A fantasy of what might have been if events had allowed, this one set between the first two installments. Another dedication in this one, too, maybe I should go back and dedicate the first one to my mother...

Coulda Been... Another Time
by Edeyn Hannah Blackeney

This didn't happen. The real story is much more painful, but really... this is what might have been in different circumstances. There's a kernel of what really happened here, but...

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