Little ditty about Manny and Maude, seamstrist and guard travellin’ the Land Beyond.
Maudie's sellin’ sartorial splendor, Manny debutante of Maudie’s mirror.

Oh yeah life goes on...

Warning: Please brush your teeth after consuming this story, for it may cause cavities.
Warning 2: Contains some funky formatting, which I blame upon my imaginary friend, Imaginary Fred.

Over the River and Through the Woods
By Maggiethekitten

Just a little light-hearted non-transgender travel tale for Thanksgiving

This story is specifically aimed at Ray Drouillard. Remember, Ray, revenge is a dish best served at sea.

Note: I can handle voting and comments on this piece. It's only fair since Ray posted a story about me. :p

Romeo Cassanova was really starting to regret ever finding that golden ticket. After that incident thirty years ago no one had so much as heard from the Wonka company, but with the reopening came the contest...

Mary white dissappeared down the cream sluice, Ollie Line vanished during the tour of the new sweet-E internet HQ, and he'd last seen the other two in the room with all the fizzy lifting drinks.

The man in the purple suit turned to him. " And lastly, our new line of edible underwear."

'Oh, no.'

What would happen if you could make the world be anything you wanted? Here's one outcome, compliments of an obsessed doctor and the gender dysphoric author who created him.

Do telephones distort the truth or give glimpses into reality. Too many times I have been called "Miss" on the phone. Have you?

"I suppose it wouldn't help if I told you that this isn't a dream?"

"No," I said, and for the first time since I awoke, I laughed. "Nobody in my dreams thought that I was dreaming."

"I do have a talent for getting into strange situations," I admitted.

"I can see that!" Cakey replied, shaking the bars of my cage. "But don't worry. In the morning, as soon as the three of us are awake, I'm busting you guys out."

"Anyway, Percinet wants to marry her, but she won't because of her... problem, you know." Ding-Dong looked at me pointedly.

"I get it," I said.

"How can it be more or less? She either did or she didn't."

"I think Mirina meant to do it, but when she actually did do it, she didn't mean to. It was an accident."

"Oh, Belle! What kind of sense does *that* make?"

I sat down with my back to the rock wall and put my hands on my belly.

"Oh, Lord," I said, "let this baby be a small one and make it come out easy." Then I drifted back to sleep.

"You know," Wiggy told me, "the way Robinson Crusoe realized he wasn't alone was that he found a footprint in the sand."

"That's kind of creepy," I said, looking around us.

Do you know the old saying "Be careful what you wish for, you just might get it" Maybe this'll refresh your memory.

Boobs
by
BrandieS

"There might be a man on the island," Mirina said quietly.

"A good-looking man?" Cakey laughed.

This is a MORFS satire that I originally posted in the MORFS forum. It is based on an earlier forum entry (What would you choose http://morfs.19.forumer.com/viewtopic.php?t=173 ) I used the opportunity to poke fun at some of my fellow authors and even a significant other.

After taking way too long of a break, I just had to answer Rasufelle's Writers' Challenge. The silly little ditty just wouldn't give me any peace until I wrote it down.

Alexandra and the Horrible, Awful, No Good, Very Bad Day.
by Ray Drouillard

I am trying to answer a Writer's Challenge as sugested by Melanie E. Hopefully this will pique your imagination.
BrandieS.

The Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day

I didn't go in, Susie came out. I was flat on my back again, but this time I had Susie on top of me. "Hansel and Gretel?" I gasped, "Laurel and Hardy more like."

Susie and Jeffrey 3 by Jamie Hayworth