Lashes

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Masks Chapter 1

Chapter 1

I stared at the wall of them.

And stared, and stared and stared.

There was something just so…I don’t know about them. The masks and the make-up kits for the girls that they got to wear every Halloween.

Not that I could.

I didn’t know it could be like this. By Symphony Simms

I didn’t know it could be like this.Chapter 14.

Pimples.
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This little ditty is the first story I’ve ever written that uses a dream. We all dream in one way or another and this is one of mine. Enjoy.

Julina certainly did not expect THIS!

 
Julina of Blackstone
Her Chronicles

by Julia Phillips

008 - An unexpected step …

Walking in Beckys Shoes — Chapter 10
By
Julie D Cole

Starting College my way. A story of fiction by Symphony Simms.

Starting College my way. Chapter 17.

September 13th. Saturday Night Music Evening, including the bit where I dump on Barbara.

Strange Water
Copyright 2013 by Heather Rose Brown

In a post-apocalyptic world where water (not gasoline, as in Mad Max 2-The Road Warrior) is the most valuable resource, an apprentice finder discovers something incredibly strange.
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Ganging Up

I've no idea what time I dropped off and to be honest I was still feeling quite maudlin when I thumped the stop button on my alarm a little after six Monday morning. With the sun streaming in through a gap in the curtains there was no reason not to go training and a good ride would work wonders in sorting my head out. I wasn't the first up this morning though, by the sounds of it, Uncle John was getting ready for work downstairs.

Alan Goodspeed is an ordinary teenage boy with all the hopes and dreams of any other teenage boy. Except for when he was a teenage girl. And then there was the whole pixie parenthood thing. That's fairly normal... right?

Images 52

Chapter 52

I’m still humming the song as we pull back into the diner and I head inside and slip through the crowd of customers and all the way to Taylor and he’s flipping some stuff from the grill to plates and I let him put them up to the pick up window.

Then I kiss him before he has a chance to put anything new on the grill and I go over and over again leaning into him pressing close and go until some of our regulars at the counter start to hoot and holler.

I wave at them and I keep kissing him for a few more minutes.

Oh yum it is such a good thing to kiss him.