The Faithful, North African and Middle Eastern Islamic nations, are plotting to seize the oil resources of the Middle East. By controlling the earth's oil and its major trade routes, they plan to bring the world to its knees. Then, when the entire world is kneeling, the Faithful of Allah will read to them from the Koran, preaching the message of Islam, the True Faith. The Faithful will stop at nothing to achieve their goal. But how far will they go? And how many lives will it cost?

“We going over to Trevor’s house today to learn how to make jam?” Mika looked over at Crystal as they got their stuff out of their shared locker.

“Yeah, Fiona’s so excited,” Crystal laughed. “She’s been begging us to come over and meet his mom for like ages.”

“We should so invite that girl to go ice skating with us this weekend.” Mika smiled.

“Did you tell LInds yet? Or are you going to surprise her?” Crystal teased.

“Yeah, I told her this afternoon.” Mika bubbled excitedly. “She was so excited, she can’t wait to put her skates back on.”

“I’m honestly shocked she hasn’t gone pro with it,” Crystal said as she closed their locker. “She could at least do Junior Olympian with her talent.”

“Yeah, I’ve tried to talk to her about it, but I wont force Lins into anything.” Mika said. “She is our friend after all.”

In this next Wren Adams tale( actually the first sent to our charming Miss. ); we're introduced to an aspiring web vlogger/internet musician, who finds herself possessed by several spirits of the Halloween season, reluctantly helping them to resolve some final & rather bawdy issues.
With Wren Adams gracious permission, this nicely naughty tease starts off the new adventures of a girl with a uniquely open mind

"I'm a transsexual."

. . . . He's, what?

"It might be a shocker to you, it might not be. . . But, it's what I am."

The nomads chasing me had a few bikes capable of almost keeping up with me but with my rate of acceleration I was going to leave them behind so, in desperation, they increased the volume of lead they were throwing at me.

 
"I have never taken a mind-altering drug," Lane told me, "but I'm pretty sure
I know what it would feel like. After a night of listening to her crazy stories,
my brain would overload, and my head would spin like a top for an entire day."

 
 
 
It took about 10 minutes for Simon, Andy, and Patrick to get him dressed. He looked like an oversized baby girl in his pink footed one piece hooded sleeper, except his zipped up the back, and locked. Well that and the fact he was handcuffed and manacled.
 
“Well now, isn’t that better? Pastel Pink is definitely you. You are going to Massachusetts. Carol is there with your journal, and your files. I’ve been reading all about your activities. Carol is LIVID that you’ve raped those women. She’s even angrier that you would give her jewelry you stole from those women. I’ll tell you now, IF you see her you better be polite because I KNOW she would gladly cut your very teeny wiene off.”

I pulled my K-bar knife again, and this time I wickedly slashed Maxwell from shoulder to hip.

 
 
Thank you Chelle for your proof reading/editing skills! Of course, any errors are solely mine.
 

The Faithful, North African and Middle Eastern Islamic nations, are plotting to seize the oil resources of the Middle East. By controlling the earth's oil and its major trade routes, they plan to bring the world to its knees. Then, when the entire world is kneeling, the Faithful of Allah will read to them from the Koran, preaching the message of Islam, the True Faith. The Faithful will stop at nothing to achieve their goal. But how far will they go? And how many lives will it cost?

Three Wise Men and Maggi
by Julie D Cole

This one is the one most of you are waiting for I think. Enjoy and sing along with my muse (she's belting out all the opera she knows, poor thing.)

Copyright Nagrij, 2014.

(P.S. Stupid new year, I almost dated this wrong....watch me do it for my next chapter.)

Martin Fleming meets a watery end, but from beneath the surface something new will arise.