A Hanshin Giant player had just beat out a bunt single on a very close call, one that brought the Yokohama manager out to argue with the first base umpire.

“I’m so sorry,” were the last words ever spoken by Doho Taneda.

Synopsis- A clash between Hiromi and her grandfather nears even after a unexpected event shakes the Watanabe Yakuza. At the same time the Swan Song committee prepares to bring Agent Ripley in from the field, whether she complies or not.

Warning- There is a one scene involving violence against a woman that while not graphic could shake up sensitive readers.

Peter is down on his luck but that is about to change due to a Fairy Godmother and a plastic pail of candy!

The mud fought me for every step, grasping and pulling at my legs, as I fled for my life.

Chapter 12 Olaf-Orena, Kurt-Kirsty

It all started on Halloween night 1989. Four High School jocks were out looking for some fun and hoping to score with any unfortunate girl they could find. On this night that unfortunate girl was Sara Reid.....

Tomatsu Ichikawa stopped looking at the glass in front of him and studied Hiromi Sato instead. He was fifty years old give or take a few years, and had a pockmarked face. A lit cigarette dangled from the man’s lips.

“So am I, Sato-san. If my bosses knew you were here....”

Synopsis– Agent Chrysanthemum’s body is located and Gabrielle Tanaka makes contact with Hiromi Sato.

A young professional explores his ultimate dream through the use of a magic book and finds that sometimes, dreams really do come true!

This is the first of several chapters and will get a bit dark toward the end, so readers beware. This is unedited, so if someone wants offer their editorial comments, they will be very much welcome:)

If you enjoy the story, you are invited to see it illustrated at Wishes_Fulfilled-cmp.pdf (3 MB)

Found and Lost
By Missy Crystal

This is the sequel to "Lost and Found." I recommend you read that story first. For those who have, "Found and Lost" explores Jack's relationship with Penny. Can they find happiness together?

Driving to work this morning, the traffic sucked, as it usually does in the Metroplex. I made up some time once I got past the inevitable fender-bender that had slowed everybody down; and arrived at work only a few minutes late. Joe, my supervisor, was waiting for me when I walked in.

“My office, please, Sharon.”

This one started rattling around in my brain after a violent encounter with a large piece of lumber. The idea seemed to fit with the current writers' challenge from Melanie, so I took a break from my current project to tap this one out.  ­ ­

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I hadn't been home in years when I got the call from Grandma, that my father was in the hospital, and now suddenly here I was ....... Like a lot of families, ours had its share of secrets. My sexuality for example, which was known but never discussed, under a shadow of omerta. Or the fact that my grandmother was an actual witch. My sister Joy + I only found THIS out when Grandma body swapped us, in hopes that leaving us like this a while might teach us something. So when we visited my father's bedside he assumed that I was Joy, and I couldn't believe how awful he was being to me! But I had no idea what awful was until I was left alone with him, and learned another of our family's secrets...

My father was in the hospital with- well they weren't sure what he had. Grandma, Joy and I all hopped in my truck to go visit him. Under ordinary circumstances I would be driving, but our circumstances were far from ordinary. I had been magically "transcorporated" into the 5'4" body of my sister, a less than upstanding citizen whose driver's license had been revoked. Joy now towered over me in my body; and while he was in physical possession of my license, this truck would have to be fitted with snow tires before he could drive it. On that cold day in Hell...

Possession

Chapter 1

“Where are we going to get another person?” Pam Nolton asked Connie White. They were in the building cafeteria after work and had only 2 hours to come up with another woman to make the thirteen required for their Wicca Ceremony — but the ceremony was being held the same night as the full moon celebrations and all the Wicca friends had plans made for weeks.

“Okay, listeners, we have a sad story here…” Jane Bronte, hosted her usual radio show on a Sunday morning, playing pop classics that no one could remember, interspersed with audience participation.