The doctor said I had ambi-something genitals. I found out later it meant, not fully girl or fully boy. Later still I found out it just meant uncertain, which I think was just a fancy way of saying they didn’t know what they were talking about.

My brother David said, “There is no way Caro is a boy. No boy would be seen dead in her clothes.”
My sister Alice added, “There’re more than a few girls, including me, who wouldn’t either.”

CHAPTER 22
There is something I have always liked about a sleeping bag, and in later years I discovered the same feelings for small tents. It feels nest-like, a small space entirely one’s own, where everything feels close and warm. I luxuriated in my bag for a little while after I woke, but I needed a wee, and there was only so long I could put it off. In nighty, dressing gown and socks, I did the necessary before creeping down the stairs and past the living room door. From behind it came the sound of more than one snorer. I filled the kettle, and then decided to set a pan of water boiling so that there would be plenty for the tea that I knew would vanish almost as soon as it was poured.

"The problem, Mrs. Parsons," Mr. Derringer said, walking to the other side of the conference table and resting his fingers against the sleek black surface. "Is that Miratran seeks to change people at their very core. A drug that forces them into a comatose state and pushes them to live out a fantasy of the user's choosing, forcing them to be someone that they're not with the expectation that when they wake up, they will simply BE that person.

Bacon...

I yelled “NO TAYLOR THEY ARE NOT GOING TO PICK MY HAIRSTYLE AND THEY AREN'T MY SISTERS AND YOU AREN'T MY MOM” Taylor said “don’t speak to your mother with that mouth and now that’s 1 more month your my daughter.” “Mom we have the hairstyle” said Peach and Rachel, Mother said “what is it”. They said “down the back, blonde, and wavy.” I screamed “NOOOO”. Mother said “that’s two more”

I said “sorry mother”. Mother said “and also say sorry lovely sisters who I wish I was like” I said that and then we ate dinner and went to bed.

St. Richard of Salemo, Detroit, Michigan:
Bishop Henri looks at the report he received from his field commanders. The attack going on at the Bounty ranch wasn’t going their way.
According to the report, the ranch was heavily defended. It had a defense system that wasn’t on any of the blueprints or aerial photos they had managed to take of the place. On top of that, the Bounty family and their wolves were holding their own against their soldiers.

[another oldie from 2010 dragged out of cold storage]

[Notting Hill, West London]

The owner of the flat buzzed his caller in through the front door to the house. Thirty or so seconds later there was a discrete knock on his flat.

Liam answered the door. He’d been expecting the person who now stood in front of him.
“Hello Trixie. I didn’t think you were coming tonight.”

“Hi Liam. I had a few things to take care of. Still I’m here now.”
Liam smiled.
“You know I’m always pleased to see you. Trixie.”

Catlin was in pain as she pushed herself further and further. She arrived at Mrs. Patel’s with her suitcase. Her mother and father had agreed to let Mrs. Patel take her in for a few months. Once she was shown a room. Cheshire had her change into a leotard and come out to the exercise room.

First Cheshire warmed her up with a few exercises. Then she started teaching her more difficult exercises. After they were through with those, Cheshire gives her a physical test to see what she already knew and how she could improve on what she knew already.

There are too many raptors. They’re dominating the landscape.

Marc has a difficult life. His father and brother’s are men’s men and he is anything but.

Where necessary or possibly helpful to some, there are notes at the end on word usage.

You either do your best to put a babe under my heart or you sleep on the floor.

NOTE. For those familiar with Castle from elsewhere, this is a new backstory that takes place forty-eight Castle years before the incursion of 568 after the Fell year by which time Travisher has long since dien and Will is the sixty-two year old Master huntsman and about to retire.

For information on spelling I refer you to Castle The Series - The Title Page. You are not looking at typos or mistakes it's supposed to be like that!
Unagreeän, single, unmarried, one without a marital agreement.

I picked the mobile phone up, disabled it and looked hard at the nearly full slurry tank as a wicked idea and smile came over me.

She was half your age and putting it out!

Warriors way chapter 6...Showgirl!

So what will happen now, the story goes on!

New story in the growing Hekawi universe!
Read the others in this new universe

Meagan's Tail

Nuuan's
“Necessity is the Mother of Invention” and “Déjà vu”

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“Okay, now walk to me,” Rachel said with a smile, beckoning me across the room. It was hard, and we’d been at it for two days. My legs felt like lead even with the metal crutches lodged beneath my armpits. She’d said I wouldn’t need them forever; eventually I’d be able to support my own weight but for right now, I couldn’t even fathom standing up on my own. I looked to her weakly, forcing a smile, and putting one foot in front of the other. My hospital socks easily gripped the hard wood floor of my hospital room where she’d opted to do at least some of my physical therapy.

Alexa’s friend Dr. Horton looks at the whip marks on Jill’s body. The cut on Jill’s face looked like it had been done on purpose with a piece of glass or something.

“What happened to the little boy that had been with you?” Debra applies an antibiotic ointment to the whip marks.

Some of them were deep and nasty. Whoever whiped this poor girl, did a nasty job on her.

“He’s in the hospital right now. I managed to get him there before he passed out.” Jill did everything she could for the poor kid.