Dear Ladies maid Francine and Dear ladies maid Evelynn.

It would seem you young maidens forget the punishment after you were both caught by me when you taunted those poor girls to tears for wearing the training corsets.

I have been given to understand that my grandsons are now my granddaughters and have not been told of such by my own offspring.

I unable to learn more of what is happening from here in Prussia. Since I am also trying to take care of a misunderstanding of magical nature here I do not need anymore from either of you.

There is an age old question...

She undressed in the dark and stashed her clothes and shoes on the shelves, then looked inward at her structure, deciding what form she wanted for this purpose. She started making changes, reducing her size and altering her structure. Twitching her whiskers and sniffing gingerly at the door, she slipped quietly into the corridor and scurried down it towards the front parlor.

Author’s note: As those of you who are always good enough to read my offerings (and some of you even better for paying for them :) you will know that most of my work relates to nice people often placed in adverse circumstances. My trademark is goodness, justice and mercy prevails, or at least just enough to give us a happy ending. This time I have tried something different, with not so pleasant people in, well, I suppose the only description could be shitty circumstances.

Please note, the dialogue is undertaken in a Scottish accent, so please bear that in mind and dinna (EXAMPLE) pick me up for spelling and grammar, as I’ve tried to write phonetically where appropriate.

This story is quite a departure for me. I set it centuries ago, both for the task of authentically imagining a past era, and for the discipline of writing in a ‘period’ style. Attempts were made for names, locations, and events to be historically accurate. Allow me to introduce our narrator …

It was the twilight of the seventeenth century, and the dawn of my life–or lives.

The Story Of My First Lives, by Karin Bishop

Part 1

Chapter 1: In Which I Am Introduced, With An Explanation Of My Humble Origins

CHAPTER 46
I thrashed a little in the morning, trying to get the nightdress to ride down rather than up. I don’t know why, but every time I wore one it ended up around my waist. Nothing to do with Larinda’s designs on my body; simply some odd set of mechanics at work.

thank John for the title, please suggestions are welcome. This came out of nowhere. I don't even know what era this is yet nor type of world. However Tanya Allen did say to put down what my muse does send me so...

I found the girl inside the boy,
Found out it was cause for joy,
For in unity man and woman are not parted, but
Are whole as one being in spirit with flesh unstarted.

To find comfort in self a balance must be found,
Male need find their female as well as the other way 'round.
It matters not what body as long as there be balance of spirit
When finding joy in life and all within it.

On the whole it matters not what sex we are born,
Be just glad to be alive no matter the form.
Although usually what we get we need keep and
on the whole I feel no need to weep.

Pink Angel

I saw her standing forlornly in the corner of the store, her price marked as “half-off”, and I simply had to bring her home. She was a Christmas lawn ornament, a life-size announcing angel with trumpet ready to blow, lit up in pink in honor of breast cancer research.

I put brought her home, and set her in my tiny front yard, and then went inside. I was all alone now, and felt desperate for company, so at the start or at the finish of every day, I found myself sitting on my front step, talking to my new guest.

Dear Colleen,

First I must express my deep shame at being unable to prevent father from sending off that unseemly note to your mother. I should have been able to intercept that foul missive. Mother had warned the household staff to intercept all correspondence until father's anger had subsided but not all of the family servants are loyal to mother and I. Father is an imposing figure of a man and wields strong influence over many in our house. As Lord he was within his rights. But no man is without faults and we failed him in this time of difficulties.

Have you ever found yourself losing several hours of writing to a power failure?
I hate it, wasn't recoverable either.

So I had to rewrite it, raw to the bone it is.
It also came out quite different.

So, if you don't like this version I will try to understand.

I promise that the one I lost was better..

Kidnapped 1
By kayla don
Edited by Red_MacDonald

You know, it’s weird to be standing here in this spot, outside the place that made me the person I am to day. As I look at the building that has haunted my dreams for the past fifteen years, I just have to think back on the events that took place all those years ago.
******
“Mom, I’ll see ya later.”
“Be careful and call me when you get there.”
I went to the garage, hopped on my hummer H1 golf cart, and took off towards my friend Cade’s house.

TOY TIME

This is an intense story, and may trigger people with PTSD. Please read with caution.

I’m going to work, its another typical day, dealing with the ex, my gender issues, and .... other things. I look for something to listen to on the radio, just flipping through my pre-sets, when I hit the local sports station. They are talking about the night’s football game, and I relax, letting my attention get back to my driving.

It's another short one.
Life keeps on interrupting.

Legacy of the Anari

by Ashleigh Blayze

Chapter 9

Enjoy!

Daughter to Demons

by Jeffrey M. Mahr and Levanah

Part Three:
Diamonds are a Girl’s Best Friend

Chapter Twelve:
Keep the Home Fires Burning

What would happen if you met up with the sisters of fate.