“Have a nice day at work dad”, a young boy yells out the front door of his home.

A Letter to My Father

Dear Dad:

Just the first few chapters of another little Story.

The Welsh Mountain Ram.

Briony Betrayed wife and mother.
Sion Her five-year-old son.
Ellairy Her nine-month-old daughter.
Arfon Brionys’ unfaithful husband.
Jenny and Lassie Daves’ sheepdog bitches.
Laddie. Daves’ sheepdog.

Attack of the muse. Our story continues with this highlight of the latest attack.

Covered Bridges-2

Chapter 2

Oh I hate a comfortable bed and the one here at the Millstone Lodge was really comfortable with the memory foam stuff and comforters and really good cotton sheets and I longed for just a bit enjoying the feel of the sheets on my skin.

Then I force myself up and get dressed into my workout clothes and this being home and me not used to North American Chill any more I take a hoody and leave a note staying gone jogging.

People have often told me that I need to think before I act, but who had time to think? What on earth was I supposed to think of? What idea could I possibly have had, if I'd stopped for a moment? Someone was getting hurt! Badly hurt! And no one was there to see, but me.

I stood there looking across the street in a daze till the door to the large house opened.

Absinthe, Opium & Honor…Chapters 21&22.

Chapter 21.

I’m still convinced that it’s so much better to sleep in your own bed but it’s so much better than that sleeping with someone in your own bed.

I know that I’m the right me in these little times you know when I’m lying here awake with Rick’s arms around my body and spooning. It’s feeling this, feeling so female, just girly with every breath.

Okay, maybe Rick’s hard on pressed against me might have something to do with that.

Thanks to Djkauf for the editing

We join in on the day Tracy has her meeting with the Principal. A look in at Sage, Brooke and Rachel too.

Kevin’s Dream

I had the dream again last night.

It used to be a once-in-a-while thing, now it seems like its happening every night, and I think I might be going crazy because of it.

I mean, I’m a typical high-school boy, so why would I dream of being a girl?

It always starts out the same - I go over to my girlfriend Tammy’s house, and I change into her clothes. She doesnt seem to be freaked out by this, in fact in the dream she has a blast helping me strip the boy off of me, and reveal a girl inside.

Chapter 2 of Mares' Tales.

This story has been on FM since 2003 so it's not new, but I'm adding it to my BC portfolio to keep track of it.

I make no apologies for the content of this story. I had only just gone online a couple of years earlier and was at a very disturbed stage in my life.

Only just getting over the suppresive stage and slowly coming to terms with what I was after gaining access to the internet and gradually recognising my 'inbetweenie' circumstance that wasn't much discussed in those early days.

So no apologies and 'Damn the Torpedoes!'

Covered Bridges.

Chapter 1

There’s times looking back that I knew I was different but really I hadn’t a clue at the time how different.

I pull my rental car into the parking lot of my old home. This is where I grew up. The driveway’s still dirt and is just this big half circle that goes from the edge of the lawn to the road. The grass is starting to reclaim it now. My House and my grandparent’s houses aren’t here anymore…Well it’s been a long time.