“Kat, you and Paul better get over here.” Brittney had heard a commotion outside and had looked out the living room window to see what it was.

Terri comes walking down the hallway rubbing her eyes. She had fallen asleep yesterday on the way back from the camp and was carried in. It was lucky that Kat’s house had another spare bedroom. Then again, it was her family home and she had a sister and brother that had lived here with her till they got their own place.

“Why, what is going on?” Kat and Paul walks over towards Brittney.

Kevin has been having a blast here at Sturgis lately. He has been making drug contacts with several bikers that could extend his reach. He met several women and had fun with them. This was the type of life he missed and enjoy. He didn’t like being tied down with a sissy son and a wife who loved their child more than him and was smarter then him. His wife wasn’t into the S&M games like some of the women he met here were this week.

The Mandela Shift

A collaborative effort of Leila and Haylee V
(c) 2017

*Author's note:

I talked at length with Leila the other day. She is going through a rough patch right now (nothing that should concern our gentle readers, though), and I have had issues with my health and moving into a new residential care facility. She has given me the go-ahead to post the next chapter of our combined saga. We sincerely hope you like what we've come up with.

Haylee V*

Chapter Four

Carmen starts getting ready for her number. Her and Jesse had, had an argument this morning about her coming back to work. One, because she really isn’t of legal age to perform as a drag queen and two, because the cartel guys that were after her were laying low, because another group was moving in on their territory and they couldn’t spare any one right now. That’s what Jesse had gotten from that guy he had caught the other night. She was getting tired of being shut-up in his house with nothing to do except watch television and listening to his cd’s.

Cara’s plane had finally landed in Casper, Wyoming. Her brother-in-law Seamus had gone to get their bags, while she waited for Jack to show-up. The flight had been long and uncomfortable for her. It had been five years since she had flown back to the states. She had stayed in Ireland even after Jack’s father had died. She loved the emerald Isle and couldn’t image leaving it. She knew if she wanted to see her grandchildren in person, she was going to have to come to them.

Chris dies in a horrible car accident and goes to Heaven. He soon discovers that the friend he protected, Arnie, in high school has committed suicide due to constant bullying and abuse. Now, he must go through Hell to find Arnie and bring him to Heaven. However, things are not as they appear.

Rafael looks at the men gather in the warehouse before him. Their objective tonight was two folds. Their first objective was the capture of one Renata Magdaleno. The person use to be known as Roman García Lozada. The person had testified against their leader and stole their money. Their second objective was the capture of one Texas Ranger Jesse B. Baylor. The man has stuck his nose into their business for the last time. Their boss wanted this Texas Ranger dead. Rafael knew which route Renata was taking because his informant was bringing her here, herself.

The rest of the ride to the campground they were staying at for the night was pleasant and fun for Angel. Kimberly, Brenda and Angel sung together when a few of the songs struck his interest. He enjoyed the companionship and fun he was having. Something that had been missing from his life for a while. After they parked for the night at the campground they arrived at. He helps by sitting up lawn chairs and getting some firewood for the fire they were going to have tonight.

Sometime after mid-night, Angel started coming around. He notices his chest hurt and that he was wrapped up as well. He could feel someone lying next to him and the perfume from them smelled familiar to him. Tears start to slide down his face and cheeks and he turns slowly and buries his face and wraps his arms around the person sleeping next to him.

“I’m sorry mommy for making Daddy angry. He said I should have never been born and that it was your fault that I was born the way I am mommy. He said he would be better off with me dead mommy.” Angel cries against D.A.’s shoulder.

Synopsis: Alex is a young boy who wants to be a girl, but has hidden this from everyone around him. That is, until he is saved from a bully by an older girl, Jen, who makes him an amazing offer: Work with her as a waitress at her sister’s themed café!

What is it you really want, a Soulmate or just a Perfect Warrior?

Where Allie discovers that Gnome built ships have Low ceilings

A story based in the real world. For some reason, a high school boy named J.J. went to sleep and didn't wake up for nearly 3 years. Someone else was awake in his place ...

		Sacrificial Alter Chapter 11 of 13 The Finger on the Photo by **Sigh** Copyright© 2017 plaintivesigh All Rights Reserved.

What is it you really want, a Soulmate or just a Perfect Warrior?

Where we finally get to hear (bits of details about) the Prophecy, and get to encounter an even bigger boat... underground

I sat cross legged in the basement of the safe house wearing the comfortable sweat pants and t-shirt I’d found in one of the many dressers filled with clothes. As I sat there I focused on the knot of power inside of me and tried to relax my mind and body. It was harder than usual because of all the things that had happened last night.

I could feel Cordi’s sorrow turn into a cold fury as she moved around the ruined warehouse. The fire here had burned most of the building leaving the concrete and metal, charred and twisted, while devouring most of the rest of the building. As we walked through the ruin I caught a glimpse of a huge arch through one of the many holes in the wall.

“Are we in St. Louis?”

I clawed my way to consciousness and slapped at my alarm. Unfortunately, I misjudged my strength and accidently sent the alarm clock flying into the wall.

“Ugh, . . .” I groaned as I sat up.

What is it you really want, a Soulmate or just a Perfect Warrior?

                Chapter the Third

Where we experience a stereotypical adventurer’s first fight (because of course we do)

Masks Sixteen: Part Seven

by

Rodford Edmiston

"This is more private?!" said Gadgetive, as they seated themselves around the weathered picnic table. "There's dozens of folks watching us!"

"You'll notice, though, that they're keeping their distance," said Energia. "That's an unspoken rule; if folks come out here that means they want privacy, and that means they get it. That includes folks keeping their distance, too. It's sort of a school tradition. So, what's going on?"

"You checked for bugs, right?" said Ike.

I got to know Doug so quickly in fact that it felt like I knew him my whole life. Nothing seemed out of bounds, except my dark secret. And even there Doug got to know me better than I know myself. The real me.

Copyright © 2017 by AuP reviner

Here is the next bit of Stumbles, I've known the initial premise for Erin being Erin, but didn't know WHY until I woke up several hours ago.

I added the tag for Magic because it is and will be part of the story, as I will explain in the talk between Erin and Stasia here.

The cautions are due to the violence in parts of this chapter and the suicide of Erin's father before she was born.

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Stasia had to stand there and wait for a few minutes before the door opened and Erin spoke, "Welcome to my home. Please enter."