When our connecting flight from Bangkok finally arrived at ‘Tan’* we quietly made tracks. We managed to successfully return to our own area, while barely avoiding a work detail or two which Trank happened to note were forming up shortly after we arrived. Even at our own compound he was working point.

“Dad? Do you mind?” Maggie asked her father.

“Also, I haven't seen Shelly in almost ten years.” Bernice admitted. “I've missed her being around all the time, like when we lived in Castro Valley, when you were Tracy's age.”

Big thanks to Djkauf for the edits

A big one this time. Tracy on the day of her departure. William at work. And a surprise visit from Molly Hallmark

Shift HAPPENS By Misha Nova

You never know just who holds your key.
Some times acts of kindness and love have far reaching effects that echo and ripple through the lives of all that act touches. And then something magical takes place, A SHIFT HAPPENS

So this is my first work of "fiction" and I don't have an editor so Please be kind it's based loosely on a dream I had, and I am writing it in chapters because I don't know how the whole thing will play out yet but I felt the need to post it

Part Five of Five

Freya smiled at the two remaining, “Myste since you are able to do so I will ask you to go back with the Baron physically. I will also give you both amulets but I think your advice will be more useful if one of you is present in person to give it.”

“Of course Freya,” Myste said.

Chapter Three Continues Here

The meal finally ended and we all returned to our home, it was getting late but everyone wanted to talk about me. Oh it wasn't anything bad just about how far we were prepared to go with my living as a woman for the next three years and when everyone left in the early hours they appeared satisfied with the answers they got to their questions.

Introduction
This is one of five possible continuations of the story Path to the Crossroads. It is necessary to have traveled in the mind on the path to the crossroads before choosing in which direction to continue. May the reader find adventure, pleasure, and maybe even peace of mind, down the path he or she has chosen to travel.

No Matter What - Epilogue

Authors note: This is kind of a follow up to No Matter What. I strongly suggest you read the first part if you want to understand any of this.

Sarah opened the fridge and put the leftover cake away.

“What a party!” she exclaimed to the rest of the group who were helping her clean TAN’s new meeting space.

“I’ll say,” Jose laughed. “Who would have thought that a tiny group of me, Tony, and Amanda would get so popular?”

“Well it helped when PFLAG started referring people to us,” Dorothy added.

The six of the seven people who had stayed to clean up sat down in the lounge area.

“I remember my first meeting,” Dorothy pondered. “It felt like a group of old friends just hanging out at Jose’s house.”

Chapter Two Continues Here

Did I really so look feminine?

Ok, I couldn't find work and was now being offered a good wage for what I was already doing and  £250 a week wasn't to be sneezed at. I wouldn't have to pay rent, food bills and no utilities to pay for either so the money I was being offered would be spent or saved how I wished.

Introduction
This is one of five possible continuations of the story Path to the Crossroads. It is necessary to have traveled in the mind that path before choosing in which direction to continue. May the reader find adventure, pleasure, and maybe even peace of mind, down the path he or she has chosen to travel.

Introduction
The start of a journey in the mind to a point of divergence where the reader is free to chose down which path he or she wishes to continue.

Part Four of Five

Important notice to fans of Sara’ work, please read the following Blog post :)
http://bigclosetr.us/topshelf/blog/38506/i-wont-be-laying-do...

"No, Ben, No. There are no ghosts in real life. It's only pretend. Ghosts exist only in stories and movies, never in real life."

I sighed. "Okay, then. Let's talk about a story. Let's say we both just started reading a story, a ghost story. And in this story a man named Ben sees a ghost named May. Not in real life; just a story. In that story, what would Ben do?"

Claudia's lips tightened, and she looked angry.

As my band of happy miscreants worked their way through the tunnels, point suddenly gave the hand signal to halt before indicating there were enemy ahead. When we stopped to think about what we were hearing we could tell there were muffled voices somewhere ahead. How he could have heard them surprised me until I heard a loud but brief grunt of pain rising above the low background noise. I tried to make out what the voices were saying but it was mostly just indistinguishable from the background. We continued to move in but more cautiously and as quietly as possible.