Betty

I was gasping, panting and sweating like a cross country runner in Death Valley. I was still too reactive and not proactive enough. So my next move still gasping the thin air around me was to alter the Barrier frequency just enough to create a slicker surface than it usually has. Reducing the purchase the wind could get on the fabric of the Barrier. Who ever was generating this storm was seeking blood, so if I don't think and act fast they may just have enough horses to pull it off., I could not flinch even once. I needed to act as my strength was depleting. Unlike Atlas I could not afford to shrug and wouldn't even if I could.

What is a beautiful, talented, and oh so fabulous super villain to do when her favorite painting is stolen from her private lending library…aka the art museum? And to make it worse, she is now put in the awkward position of having to save a hostage. For once in her life, the Imp is not amused. This is a non-TG story that takes place in the Whateley Universe.

http://www.crystalhall.org/index.html

It’s a need not a want.

Built in, born in and yeah the jury’s still out with the hows and the whys of being this way but I’ll never see things that way, the way that some see it as a choice, like this was something that we decide to do.

You don’t choose.

Not one person that I know in life or online chooses to be trans or gay or lesbian or bisexual or anything else other that the “Normal.”

Sigh…

Sorry but these were the thoughts of a newly released woman living in an empty house.

Black Friday Blues
By
JulieDCole

“Are you an author or professor or something?” she timidly asked. Credence had ridden on the elevator with him a dozen times and increasingly wondered about him. He seemed so dignified? What was this magnetism she felt for him? Maybe he was dangerous to her, could perhaps hurt her, take advantage of her or even kill her? Why did he never come to the potlucks? He was civil, even friendly to her but it had never gone beyond the usual pleasantries and a sentence or two.

THE REWARD

ONE

The Craigslist Killer Part 3
© 2014 by Nom de Plume

I paid the cabbie and hurried up a few steps to a side entrance to the Palmer House. It was still unlocked, and I let myself in and made my way quickly down a deserted shopping arcade. I was grateful for the solitude, conspicuous as I must have been in my taffeta dress, shawl and stilettos, but I didn’t encounter a soul all the way to a bank of elevators.

One night only, but still almost 14K because SOME PEOPLE decided they wanted to have long, analytic conversations about themselves. Fennis and Lakshmi turned out to be very interested in exploring their feelings. I could have done a whole series just about them wearing skinsuits of each other, but that's not what this story is about so I tried to hurry things along.

Lots of switching around, some evil and some not. Someone asked for there to be a more Scooby-Doo feel to things, so I did that flavor for a chase scene or two. It couldn't get too outrageously jinkied, but I think I got a good balance in.

And back by popular demand: THE SKELETON! WHOOO! I didn't know who the real villain of the piece would be and the skeleton was popular, so it gets to come back.

The Craigslist Killer Part 2
© 2014 by Nom de Plume

“Missy, are you still there? Please don’t hang up on me!”

“I’m here.”

“I really want to see you.”

“I don’t know, Ron…let me sleep on it, okay?”

“Sure, Missy, whatever you say. Can I call you tomorrow?”

What is a beautiful, talented, and oh so fabulous super villain to do when her favorite painting is stolen from her private lending library…aka the art museum? And to make it worse, she is now put in the awkward position of having to save a hostage. For once in her life, the Imp is not amused. This is a non-TG story that takes place in the Whateley Universe.

http://www.crystalhall.org/index.html

(I'm no good at Gimp or Photoshop, you'll just have to imagine that Iris has thistle-colored eyes. Though I do now have an anime-ish avatar depicting Iris.)

What is a beautiful, talented, and oh so fabulous super villain to do when her favorite painting is stolen from her private lending library…aka the art museum? And to make it worse, she is now put in the awkward position of having to save a hostage. For once in her life, the Imp is not amused. This is a non-TG story that takes place in the Whateley Universe.

http://www.crystalhall.org/index.html

WHORE

By Emma Finn

Updated and streamlined from its original online publication, Whore is now part of the short story compilation AN New You by Emma Finn, available on Amazon and Smashwords…

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I was almost certain she was a whore and that tantalised me – that I was spying on her without her knowledge. It thrilled me almost as much as fingering the slip of paper in my pocket, knowing about the power the unnatural words on it contained.

Aunt Caroline's Girdle

by

Pamela ([email protected])

"Where did you get that?"

"Get what?" I said to my wife Linda. The tone of her voice caused me to become instantly anxious.

"This girdle."

I looked up at her and she was holding a white panty girdle.

"Oh, shit," I said to myself with an awful nervous flash running down my spine and into my stomach.

"I found this in your suitcase Blake, wrapped up inside your dirty laundry."

Looking for Miss Right on the Interwet...by Allexcited69, how he failed in the class of Ms Napoleon Jill..

Warning: this story is a figment of my imagination. All characters, places, venues are made up and fictional. The story revolves around a lonely Slave looking for Mistress Right on the internet.
Some scenes contain raw language, southern slang, explicit sex and some verbal violence and humiliation. Reproduction of this story is prohibited without the express consent of the Author.

Be careful how you treat people. You never know when Karma may come knocking on your door. And we all know that Karma is a...

“Just let me get a quick spritz of perfume—just to freshen it up, you know… OOPS! Did I spritz that in your face? Silly me!” The red-headed bombshell watches his face screw up into a grimace; like he is going to sneeze…then his eyes sort of glaze over and he sits there with a silly grin on his face.

Dare To Live – Chapter 2
( Vivere è bello anche )
By Julie D Cole

Dare to live until the very last, Why, why, why is the life we live not the life we want?
Our life is often all we have to give.

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I couldn’t believe she took lines from the song in my mind. Maybe there was a connect of minds somehow and who are we to even try to understand the wonders that go on.

Dare To Live
( Vivere è bello anche )
By Julie D Cole

Dare to live until the very last, Why, why, why is the life we live not the life we want?
Our life is often all we have to give.
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This is a totally non-canon thought exercise, describing the first-time "transformation" of Peter and Luke to Ruth and Lucy, in my story "A Bikini Beach Summer." It was suggested by a Multiverse interpretation of Bikini-Beach reality shifts.

CHAPTER 29
He was sitting up in the bed, and the evidence of the attack was clear in his face. Blake busied himself in setting up our recorder while I took the more comfortable seat by the bed.

“You must be Inspector Powell. Pardon me if I don’t get up”

Ellie Bishop's widowed mother has a secret lover. Ellie is happy for her mother, but will that still be the case when she finally meets her mom's new girlfriend? Set on the planet Paxum.

Everyone’s favorite magical cassette is back! This month featuring 12 short, short stories that will transport you from the exclusive and dangerous worlds of royals and aristocrats, to slices of contemporary life, to the last days of Planet Earth, and an interview with Minikisa the author of “Of Heroes and Villains”.