I am sorry it has taken me so long to post this continuation of Atalanta's Story. I had much of it wrote a year ago but this has been written almost from scratch three times. I has to slap myself from a fourth. I want to thank Ashleigh for editing it and to Bill who helped me in the early stages of this story. And to Todd who read it. I hoped I have not missed thanking or shortchanging anyone. If I did accept my apologies. I guess I should add this is copywrited material.

Atalanta arrives at the train depot to find...

The Jogger
By Anon Allsop

I sat at my window and peered out into the night sky, only the moon was visible to the naked eye. Pouring myself another glass of liquor, I momentarily studied its contents before downing it. Once again, my drinking companion tonight would be my insomnia - and my damn brain refusing to shut down.

Tears welled into my eyes as I thought of her lovely face constantly in front of me, haunting my mind each and every time I would close my eyes.

How did my life get so screwed up? I cried to the empty room.

Chesil Beach.

By

Angharad.

This story was written for the 2015 Gabycon in Dorchester.

My Dreams of Spirit Dancer
by Teddie S.

 
Luke's brother, Steven, came home and found out about his brother being two spirited. He also met Little Fawn and Laughing Maiden, and it wasn't a good thing. Steven left the house after an argument with his dad, and vowed to never come back. Then we found out about Luke's school and how his counselor found out about him being a two-spirit person. And, how she started talking with White Antelope and learning about the Native American people.

In the soup

You ever do something without thinking it through, and find yourself in deep trouble?

Well I sure did.

It started with me finding a book on astral projection. I really didn’t believe it, but I thought I’d give it a try anyway.

It worked.

I found myself floating above my body, and I “flew” out the window into the city.

I wasn’t looking for anything in particular, but when I saw a wedding celebration going on not far away, I couldn’t resist a closer look.

My Dreams of Spirit Dancer
by Teddie S.

 
Little Fawn now has her own dance regalia. Her mother, aunt, and Laughing Maiden had gone behind her back and had a dress made for her. Also behind her back, they set up and held a Give Away Ceremony for Little Wolf at a Pow Wow. Something that she, or even he, really didn't want. Then, a meeting at the police department was very interesting. Everyone found out a lot about the man that attached Caley and murdered Spirit Dancer.

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It was an odd looking pebble; odd enough to cause Abigail to pause as she led her four year old son Sammie by the hand across the play park. Someone had left it on a picnic table at the centre of the little park and she found herself detouring slightly to get a better look.

My Dreams of Spirit Dancer
by Teddie S.

 
This is my take on a Native American boy, who finds, through his dreams, that he’s a two-spirt person, and has a very special Guardian Angel. How he and the Guardian Angel help each other. How he's treated by his people. And, how he also finds a very understanding and special partner.

Where do devotion and obsession meet? When does devotion become insane stalking?

A short story I wrote some time ago and came across on my hard drive. I'm a fan of German lied (art songs) and this is a little tribute to Robert Schumann but a knowledge of the music isn't necessary to understand the story (I hope). It's seasonal, but not this season.

This is a story set in the 1800’s about a family that has lost every family member except the youngest son and his twin sister. Then his sister dies of smallpox and he manages to persuade his mother to let him become his deceased sister.

I originally wrote this some 2 years ago then my muse departed so for some reason I couldn’t commit anything to paper, which meant that the story stopped at chapter 13 (superstitious?) Now my muse has returned and I find that I can continue but I was left with the problem of what to do whether to carry on and post chapter 14 in the hope people would pick up the story or repost from scratch. Having asked the opinions were varied and as a result I have decided to post up the chapter 13 at a episode every couple of days then after this a weekly posting – I hope you all approve.
I realise that the language of the time is difficult to read (and difficult to write) so I have done an amalgam of the vernacular of the time and modern speech patterns

The Mexican Magician
By Ellie Dauber (c) 2015

A Mexican magician claimed that he could disappear on the count of three.

“Uno!,” he exclaimed, waving his magic wand, "Dos!" And, suddenly, he vanished in a puff of smoke.

Gone without a tres.

 
 
*Chapter 5*

Fondue
 
 
“Don’t be daft, she’s got a right rack.” Claire announced.

I pulled my sweatshirt tight, even with my tight sports bra there could be no mistaking my girls pushing out the material.

“But, when we’re riding?”

“I wear a size bigger jersey than I need.” I offered as I rearranged my top, “People see what they want to see.”

GIVE

ANYTHING
This story is one of six stories in the compilation, A New You by Emma Finn, a book of transformation and body swap stories available on Amazon, iBooks, Barnes & Noble and Smashwords.

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The woman who lived opposite our house had nothing that we did but she also had the only thing of value I desired.