First contact is made with the invading Norsemen. Drustina nearly gets caught thanks to a reckless but humanitarian act of kindness.

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Most of the first action takes place just east and south of Scattery Island.

For Dorothy and Drea.

Grogg
By Ellie Dauber
(c) 2002

A father uses the Medallion of Zulo to break up the relationship between his daughter and a boy he doesn’t like. And, as you’d expect, things don’t go exactly as planned.

This is an experimental story that alternates between the action of the story and a stream of consciousness by the narrator character. I'll be curious to see what people have to say about it.

A man is feminized by his wife and his business partner and framed for embezzlement. Can he survive the humiliations his wife intends to subject him to and start a new life?

Thanks go out to Marina Kelly for her very valuable editorial assistance in improving the quality of this story.

We find comments (good or bad) to be valuable in helping us to write a good story. Thank you.

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.

I stepped through the broken glass of the front door of my store, and flicked on a flashlight. I wasnt sure what I was looking for, but here I was, looking anyway ....

The place was a wreck, whether from looting or an outbreak, I wasn’t sure. Still, I had nothing else to do with myself but try and see what I could find here.

I had managed to sleep through the apocalypse. Now, I had to somehow stay alive until order was restored....

Primped and preened to perfection? There are still some things that Michael has to learn.

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.