I first ran away from home when I was 10 years old, my mom had left two years earlier because of abuse from my dad. The first time I ran away, I was caught and two weeks later, I was returned home. The last time I changed my name and I ran away into New York City... I became what we called a street rat; living on and under the streets...

Twenty Three, Part Two

Getting to know yourself. First lesson.

Chapter six...let's see how this goes. Standard disclaimers apply of course. I would love all sorts of comments and criticism this time too,and so would the evil overlords that rule in the dark corners and bowers of man's domain. (get where I stole that line from right for internet rewards.)

Special thanks to the letter 5, the hounds of tindalos, and the person who messaged me over a perceived mistake for 3 days.
We may have literally argued the same point using different words, but I appreciated your attempts to set me straight.

Case File

It had been a pretty quiet day, and I was taking advantage of it to get some paperwork done when I got The Call.

“Massive Magic outburst at the Hotel MAcDonald.”

Don’t Blame Me I’m A Martian-32

*Before…

I look at Cheyenne.

“Can we talk?”

Mom looks at me as dad’s passing her a towel. “You two are not hooking up you got that! Dylan you’re not going through three girls this summer.”

“Mom!”

I turn red and Shy nods and gets a plate of whatever and takes me by the hand.

“Sure…let’s go where we can just sit and talk.”

We leave but pass Kaylee who’s biting her lip and heading towards the house for her own breakfast.

Hoo-boy I can feel mom revving up even as Shy’s leading me away.

*And Now…

just something i put down at the spur of the moment. enjoy it no matter how bad it is

Somber and quiet it was as the words were said ," This has to be done,its now or never."

Twenty Three.

Man was making such a mess of the world in 2020, something had to be done, or womankind would be lost forever.

Images 54

Chapter 54

*Before…

It’s just perfect settling in with him and falling asleep with him in our bed right to where there’s this tiny little hand pinching my nose shut and I do the cough waking up bit.
Giselle blinks at me and does the sleepy eyed rub at her eyes with her hand. “Pot.”

I smile and take her hand and slip out of bed even though I was in that dead sleep thing.

I’m her mom…

It’s what we do.

And I love this feeling too…dry mouth and eye crusty gunk and all.

*And Now…

Everything has gone off the rails for Patricia and Cardoza has the Controller. Can she escape and, if so, what kind of life will she have? Elements and Themes listed apply to entire story, Rating to this submission. Thanks to Marina Kelly and and Robyn Hoode for their editorial assistance.

The Tempest

Drustina completes her 'Tour of Inspection' of the Saxon and Mercian realms then makes preparations to espy the western Celtic seas and realms to ascertain what can be done to thwart the growing Norse threat.