I'm going to do something here and ask you, the reader, to comment, critique, pick my story apart. I have been writing and rewrting this story since 1991...
The first go took me 6 months and was over 600 pages, hammered out on a old Olivetti manual typewriter, the kind that came with a satchel to carry it around. I had learned to type as a child on my father's old Olivetti manual that came with it's own hard suitcase so hammering on the keyboard was(and still is) second nature.
Richard was looking for some fun in his boring life. He was walking down the street when he saw a shop that mysteriously seemed to call to him like a siren's song. He walked in and was greeted by a funny-looking little old man. The man somehow knew of Richard's predicament and exclaimed that he had just the thing to solve his problem. He brought out a device he said that could take Richard to many different realities.
Mrs Carson looked at the girl's swollen Belly, But? What? How? That can't be possible she did just turn into an egg yet here she sits obviously looking like a mutant girl with a swollen belly and says she is breeding herself? “How can this be it doesn't sound logical at all.”
When we went out clothes-shopping,
she didn’t fuss about trying on bras or skirts, or insist on buying only
jeans, like some people. And you saw how she was dressed, just now —
she picked that out herself. But we didn’t have time to buy very much
because she got so anxious about the housework she’d left undone.
The look on his sister’s face was a complex mix of emotions, amusement, anger, surprise, such a wide range of human feeling can be broadcast with a simple glance. Marley froze then quickly tried to cover himself with his hands, which he realized was kind of useless, he wasn’t exactly naked anyway. “You’re supposed to be at scholar bowl,” he spit out.
“Yeah, I wish I was, it was canceled, So, what’s going on?” Ann asked with a wicked smile. Marley was trapped, his sister blocked the door, he made a useless glance at the window and thought about jumping through it.
“Look man, when you said shooting the rapids would be an adventure I kinda thought, you know, a nice sort of civilized outing with trucks and guides and whatnot!”
“Yeah, I kinda figured there’d be some water involved too…” Pete gestured around them. “Think the rafts wills slide down these things?”
Kevin stared off into the distance, fuming as the wind hummed over the dunes.
When my mother died and my father, someone that I had never met in my life, proposed to take me in, I actually believed that I was going to live with him. That of course wasn’t going to happen. That man, without even meeting me once, was sending me to a boarding school - a boarding school that apparently didn’t even know my name or gender, because in the letter they sent me to tell me I was accepted, they kept referring me as Miss Brooke Falconer.
That was completely ridiculous, I mean, I was Brook Woods, a tough (yet slightly short) guy!
No one knew how the nearly dead youth belly crawled onto the road that ran along the edge of the state game lands that chilly Thanksgiving night. No one even began to understand how the shattered eleven year old managed to keep living. The broken collar bone and split lips were hardly worth mentioning since both legs and both arms were broken. A quarter of his ribs were broken while the rest were fractured. One lung was collapsed and the other punctured. The broken jaw, nose and orbitals as well as a fractured skull were added evidence of the brutality he’d endured. The internal bleeding in the liver, spleen and kidneys had mostly clotted by the time he arrived at the trauma center after being medivaced.
This story is a Fan-Fiction saddled in the Whateley Academy Universe created by Maggie Finson and other Authors.
Please notice that English isn't my native language and I'm still working on my grammar.
First of all I want to thank the Canon Authors for their incredible inspiring tales as well as my editors and collaborative Authors Nuuan & Shadowsblade check out their stories if you have time for it. Thanks also for reading this little introduction, I hope you have fun reading the story.
As usual, the morning starts with freshness and light drizzle. The light is soft and gentle, filtered through the hazy rain. I breathe in the sweet air and relax with the moist scene outside before me. Just got up and have to get ready for work.
Looking at myself in the full-length mirror, I feel proud. I always do. Part of it is because I hold a senior position in the company and have a very comfortable income. I have other reasons to be proud – but that I will explain later.
Sam's sister, Jenna, has dreams of working as a hair stylist. But with Jenna's hair too short to do much with, Sam reluctantly lets his older sister put his own long hair into girlish style. But just this once... right?
Here are 5 teaser chapters for my 33 chapter novel cleaned up, re-edited, and available on my Kindle page. If you've already read, thank you! If you haven't yet, I hope you enjoy! :)
A teenage girl makes a bargain to increase her age in the hopes of gaining freedom for her and her boyfriend to be together but being older is not all it’s cracked up to be and she may just have made a terrible mistake.
A female to female magical weight-gain and age-progression transformation.
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“It’s just not fair mum!” cried Trinny, feeling more and more exasperated. “I wanna go to the disco with Andy!”
Seven seas seven skies
Lightning strikes and brave men die
Tatanka great, Tatanka small
When darkness comes they kill them all,
Tatanka
You take what you want but you don't ask
You're future doesn't lie with things of the past
The search for freedom will never be found
As long as we stand upon this sacred ground
David, awkward around boys and unable to fit into their rough
and tumble activities, had felt much more at home with girls and their
generally gentler pursuits. By the time he was seven he’d developed a deep
longing to be one of them and detested the body he’d been born with.
Connie decided to take matters into her own hands and become the girl that she knew she was supposed to be!
This story is set, with Morpheus' kind permission, in his Twisted universe.
It's a sequel of sorts to my earlier novel Twisted Throwback, but it
should stand alone tolerably well (though it features three characters
from Twisted Throwback). Thanks to Morpheus for his feedback
on the rough draft.
“Geeze, this show is kind of lame, there’s no action, no guns, no giant robots, it’s just people talking,” Mike said. From his position in the reclining chair.
When my mother died and my father, someone that I had never met in my life, proposed to take me in, I actually believed that I was going to live with him. That of course wasn’t going to happen. That man, without even meeting me once, was sending me to a boarding school - a boarding school that apparently didn’t even know my name or gender, because in the letter they sent me to tell me I was accepted, they kept referring me as Miss Brooke Falconer.
That was completely ridiculous, I mean, I was Brook Woods, a tough (yet slightly short) guy!
71 year old John Dodge, retired military, now sits in a nursing home, his body riddled with cancer, waiting on the grim reaper to come for him when he is given another option.
Many thanks to Sleethr for taking the time to assist with the editing
"Morning mom" Sarah announced her and Cassie's presence.
"Good morning... dears" She smiled a reassuring smile, hoping her slight hesitation wasn't noticed. She knew it would be a little awkward, a new experience for everyone, and will need getting used to.
"Morning auntie"
"You look lovely Cassie"
"Thank you" Cassie said, smiling nervously
Boy, was this new. For Anne and Cassie, and Sarah felt it too, but things became more relaxed and 'normal' after a little while chit-chatting over breakfast.
OFF THE DEEP END ~ CHAPTER 3
ANEMONE & ENOMENA PART ONE
Mermaid Princess: First Day on the Job
Laika Pupkino 2016
Way back in another life---before I was kidnapped by pirates and jumped overboard in the dead of night and almost drowned but got turned into a mermaid by a genie from a bottle---my friend Pepper used to say how I was lucky to not have any siblings. Every visit, texting or phone call had at least one epic tale about the latest fight with her sister or how the little brat would borrow Pepper's things without asking, and then lose them or just leave them laying somewhere half wrecked...
But I could never quite believe that having a sister like Ginger wasn't good at least as often as it was bad. After being an only child for all my life, being twins with a mermaid princess was.... WoNDeRfuL!!!!
Maybe if Anemone and I had grown up together it wouldn't seem so special, but I was too new to this life to take any part of it for granted. It was hard to feel like there was anything worth fighting about when just brushing my long soft golden hair put me on a total high, if I wasn't already on one from having woke up in my clam shell bed that morning to discover: “Yep, still a princess!”
Anemone had been an only child until now too, and she was loving us being sisters as much as I was. We went everywhere and did everything together, and all the ocean's dolphins and whales and sea turtles, the fish, the stars, the shrimps and lobsters (but not so much the crabs...) and even the unbelievably stupid sponges were our friends.
“Yes, dear. Now, what are you going to do about your new friend, here?”
Faith turned to the animal, and said, “You could go home, now.”
“Home is with you.” She heard from the hellhound.
Faith concentrated, and first her wings turned back into their tattoo form, then the staff did the same forming on her right forearm, and finally a glow surrounded the hellhound and a moment later Faith had a new tattoo, this one on her left forearm.
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Richard was looking for some fun in his boring life. He was walking down the street when he saw a shop that mysteriously seemed to call to him like a siren's song. He walked in and was greeted by a funny-looking little old man. The man somehow knew of Richard's predicament and exclaimed that he had just the thing to solve his problem. He brought out a device he said that could take Richard to many different realities.
