Gender Confusion

by

Paula Dillon

Jane: You Tarzan, me Jane.

Tarzan: You Tarzan, me Jane.

Jane: No, no. You Tarzan. Me Jane.

This is a deranged attempt to write the shortest story that earns a kudos point.
I know, I need to get out more.

The phone rang for the umpteenth time that day. Until now, I’d ignored the ringing but this time well, enough is enough. All my friends and business associates knew never to ring me when I was working so whoever it was ringing was going to get an earful from me.

CHAPTER 6
Vicky stood up to hand the new arrival her drink.

“Sián, this is the bloke in question. Kevin. And his workmate, Elaine”

After the inevitable morning distractions Garia's caravan finally departs Holville for the next stop to the south. Their new host seems out of touch and his children even more insular, with predictable results. Serious trouble is avoided, but all may not be well as they depart for Teldor.

It started out with Melvin and Trudy being Jack and Jill for Halloween; with one drastic twist Mel would be Jill… With Halloween gone Mel continues as Melanie and is not living with Aunt Marti…

Shared beliefs will change the world.

This story is based more or less on a theory that I like quite a bit. Has the world always been a sphere, or did the common belief of millions shape the world when a plausible theory had been found? In what way do expectations influence the result? Do we believe we can go to the moon because we can, or can we go to the moon because we believe we can? Our protagonist is about to find out what the expectations of millions can do to you.

This story is a repost (after editing and fixing the tense) from my original post on fictionmania in 2003

Masks Chapter 32

Chapter 32

*Before…

Then it’s a night shirt…Fluttershy actually and some cute but pretty normal panties and I slip into bed and I turn the lights off and settle in.

I can just sort of remember how right it felt when I rolled over onto my side and snuggled up against my spare pillow and that weight shift thing, the form and pressure and then it was drifting away…smiling.

This was good…so good.

Tomorrow will be better.

*And Now…

 
"It means that when he tries to put the move on you,
he doesn't want you thinking about the hot little chick
who smokes like a chimney."

The Cure

“Are you serious, Doc? The way to cure my flat feet is to wear high heels?”

“It really works, Bob.”

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Six months later ...

Sorry I've been a bit late, been going crazy. This chapter isn't as lengthy as I like, but I couldn't condone extending it. The break is natural, and I've found it's a bad idea to try and just randomly add things.

Standard disclaimers apply ( don't know you, don't know the people you know, and haven't based this off anything anyone else has done; cliche elements are a coincidence).

Hopefully amazon can get off their butts and give me an answer about my story; the waiting is making me neurotic (it's been 33 days already, how much longer do they freaking need?).

Copyright Nagrij, 2014.

Drustina helps to resolve the issues surrounding Una's illegitimacy and her potential marriage to Dorvan the Connacht Prince. Later there is an unexpected but fortunate result (for Una's family) when the Great Book of Brendan is recovered.