As I watched the green light above the camera turn to red my stomach tried to rebel one more time. I didn’t want to do this. Our grief should have been a private thing, shared only with our family and the small community of our friends. Jan’s death had been hard enough without the media avalanche we were being buried under. I was about to interviewed once again when all I wanted to do was cuddle with Bea and our remaining children as we tried to comfort each other. Someone had to speak out though and I am much more accustomed to public speaking than Bea is.

“Thanks, Jerry.” Cassidy loads the bags of corn into the back of her uncle’s old pick-up truck.

She already had a few bags of sugar and some brand-new containers. She picked-up to fill with the moonshine she was planning to make. She pulls her panties from her butt crack. Arthur had made love to her before he left for work.

“Here, put this mask on. The smog outside is unbelievable today.” Nancy hands each member of Tammy’s team a mask.

“I didn’t know India suffered from smog.” Jessica puts the mask on.

“It’s not really smog, but the air is really bad this morning.” Nancy knew some people were affected by the particles in the air.

“Is it going to be like this all day?” Sophie hasn’t been in Katwa for a while.

“Nope, it should clear up by noontime.”

“Good.” Tammy looks over towards Sophie.

Tyler tried not to squirm as he headed home from school on the chilly January morning, even though he knew what was waiting for him when he got there. It had been no ordinary Tuesday at school- then again, few days were 'ordinary' for the sixteen year old boy.

A Marvel X-Men Fanfiction starring Wolverine and Jean Grey

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Rairy Contrary Chapter 1 An Asshole

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Warriors way chapter 5...Showtime!

So what will happen now, the story goes on!

New story in the growing Hekawi universe!
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Meagan's Tail

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

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The truth doesn’t matter any more, Mum, because nobody wanted to listen to me then, and it’s too late to make a difference now.

NOTE THE SECOND PARAGRAPH CONCERNING THE PAEDIATRICIAN IS A TRUE STORY AS CAN EASILY BE ASCERTAINED.
THE REST IS A PRODUCT OF MY IMAGINATION AND IS A WORK OF FICTION. IT IS POSTED AS A WORK OF FICTION AND ANY RESEMBLANCE TO ANY PERSON LIVING OR DEAD IS PURELY COINCIDENTAL AND UNKNOWN TO ME.
REGARDS,
EOLWAEN

The sun was fully up by the time we got ourselves together and made our way out of the forest, heading back to where me, Selena, and Ryu had left Wren. But the trip back was antagonizing. We had lost Frank’s partners and Sybil was missing, but most importantly, Greg’s death. But I was too worked up to really think about my relationship with Greg. Plus, there was the small matter of being in severe pain. My leg hurt, so I could only badly limp. Ryu and Selena helped me walk, the rest shuffling about, and then there was Frank.

Jill watches as Freddy tries to lure another teenage girl to his van. She hated the bastard and wanted to kill him. He was the one that had kidnapped her and knocked her out. He had taken her to the perverts that abused her sexually and physically.

She checks the stun gun she stole from a law enforcement supply store. She watches as a young girl was about to be suckered into Freddy’s lies. She walks across the street and up to the driver door and opens it.

Ethan stretches like a cat as he wakes-up in bed. He was enjoying dressing like a girl all the time now. The silk nightgown he wore to bed rubs against his smooth skin and sends goosebumps up and down his body.

He looks down towards his chest and he was slowly developing his own breasts. He decided after high school that he wanted his own breasts. He had been wearing fake ones all the time for his performances. So, he talked Dr. Wolfhart into increasing his estrogen levels, since his body produced so little testosterone.

Chapter 2

While I waited for my father to work out who else he wanted me to work on, I tried to work out how to make myself taller. I had been born in the 3rd percentile for length and I never really caught up. My younger brother was both taller and more heavily set compared to me. I had been a sickly child and Mum was always telling me that she didn't think I would survive to reach 5. At one point, I was examined by a paediatric doctor who did some measurements and told me that my eventual height would probably be just under five feet.

Prologue

I watched a film the other day and it really resonated with me and my life. The film was 'A life less ordinary' and the main character (MC) began with an ordinary life that was dull and uninteresting. An event happened that in the big scheme of things was nothing serious, but it was the straw that broke the camel's back and resulted in the MC taking unexpected action. Fate then intervened and led the MC on a crazy journey.

Karen strips out of her clothes and drops her glamour as she enters the condo her and Lady Betty lived in. She misses being in her Neko form while she is at work. She wonders how long Betty is going to be at work today. Karen walks into the kitchen and grab a baby bottle from the refrigerator and warm it up. She prefers to drink milk directly from her wife’s breasts, but her wife kept baby bottles of her breasts milk in the refrigerator when she wasn’t around.

Galen slowly came to, his head aching from being punched by a gun. At first, it was just lights and movement. Over time, though, everything became clearer, the voices piercing. Finally, Galen fully came to, headache and all, but otherwise alive. He tested his ears and eyes, just making sure that they didn’t cause a concussion. Everything checked out, so then he focused on where he was. He was in some office room. It looked abandoned, the paper scattered around and the shattered computer monitors on the cracked and water-damaged desks.

I’ve read that friends are ten a penny and come and go, but the hate a good enemy provides can last a lifetime and keep you warmer than a good fire on cold winter nights.

“This is my commandment, that you love one another as I have loved you. Greater love has no one than this, that he lay down his life for his friends.” John 15: 12 & 13 - The Bible