Three Men & a Christmas Spirit.
By Tanya Allan

Three young men break down on the way to spending the Christmas break in the French Alps, in a region where cell coverage is almost non-existent. Only one speaks sufficient French to seek help. Leaving his friends with the car, Terry Cooper sets off to find a telephone just as it starts to snow. He meets a woman on the road, but before he can speak to her, she vanishes. He believes she has gone though a gate, so he follows to find a large chá¢teau at the end of the drive. On answering the door, the butler mistakes the bedraggled Terry for a girl. On entering the chá¢teau, Terry is allowed to call the breakdown organisation. however, on leaving he sees a portrait of the woman he saw on the road. What is weird is that he bears a striking resemblance to her.. What is weirder still is that she has been dead for nearly two years.

He is then seen by the owner of the chá¢teau, who cannot believe that the young person in front of him is male, or that he has walked here by chance looking just like his dead wife.

So begins a fantastical adventure that can only have one outcome; ...

..... or can it?

Much singing in space. The plot thickens like old motor oil.

And of course more mind numbing scientific detail.

Standard disclaimers apply, as well as all the other old standard things.

Karen Shaw ponders whether it's worth the risk to try escaping from captivity at the isolated desert military base. But she can't do it alone. Will she find sympathetic allies who wish to blow the whistle on Project Eve 2.0? She isn't certain. But what she is certain of, is that if she remains at the base her welfare will be endangered.

Come back soon…Part 8 Finale.

I think it took three full days for me to calm down really after getting Mar’s letter. I mean I was kind of calm especially after a nice little pill but with everything that I’d been through and that had happened and just built up in my life that letter became a touchstone.

I kept in the envelope but that envelope was with me everywhere…well except the shower.

When Mika woke up in the morning, her chest was slightly itchy and she had some hair in her mouth. It was most certainly longer than she remembered. Almost instinctively, her hand flopped onto her nightstand, where a half-used tube of anti-itch cream had been left laying. She didn’t realize until halfway through applying it that something was off.

“... What-” she stopped. Her voice seemed somewhat higher than before, not by a great deal, but definitely had lost its masculine edge, as if she had been practicing speaking in a female voice for quite a long time.

“It’s tooooo eeeearlyyyy...” Crystal whined from the trundle bed, hiding her head under the pillow as the morning light shone through Mika’s rosey pink curtains.

“Crystal?” Mika whispered. “When did you get here?”

Crystal slowly pushed off her pillow and stared at Mika like she had lost her mind. “I’m on the trundle because you kept pushing me out of bed last night..” she groaned.

“Oh... Sorry,” Mika giggled. “I was having a bad dream. More like a nightmare, about how things would be if I hadn’t started hormones yet, and waited until like, yesterday, when Daddy...” she trailed off. “Oh God, that’s why I’m so fucked up this morning... Daddy,” she sighed. She definitely remembered the accident.

It is a safe time to linger checking out girls toys, and women's clothing, under the guise I am Christmas shopping for someone else... Tonight he will not ever forget the dream...

So it took awhile; for those of you hoping for a Room in Hell update, soon.
Thank you for you patience, standard disclaimers apply, etc.

Enjoy the space opera.

Later that night Mika was laying in bed in a pink night shirt that was in her drawer when she heard her father, “Is he still pretending to be a girl?” in a shout.

“How can you be such an asshole?” Mary shouted back. “She’s our child. But all you care about is your damn job anyway so what do you care?”

“Well it’s my damn job that buys that sissy all his fucking clothes,” his father yelled back.

“And my career doesn’t mean shit to you does it? I sacrificed everything so you could rub elbows with those balding fatasses-” was all Mika could stand to listen to. She grabbed the earplugs she kept on her nightstand and crammed them into place. It wasn’t as though her parents fought all the time, but whatever it was they were fighting about, it was always extremely loud.

This time though it cut deep. This was the reaction she was afraid of. She started to cry as she covered her face with her pillow.

“I wish I was born a girl,” she sighed deeply. “I wish he’d just fucking leave,” she sobbed.

The Faithful, North African and Middle Eastern Islamic nations, are plotting to seize the oil resources of the Middle East. By controlling the earth's oil and its major trade routes, they plan to bring the world to its knees. Then, when the entire world is kneeling, the Faithful of Allah will read to them from the Koran, preaching the message of Islam, the True Faith. The Faithful will stop at nothing to achieve their goal. But how far will they go? And how many lives will it cost?