As Mir'tan and I rose from our slumber, the tranquility of the night gave way to the urgency of the day ahead. Despite the unsettling revelations regarding Dr. Lin, I felt a sense of determination coursing through my veins, ready to face whatever challenges awaited us.

The sudden announcement over the coms jolted us into action, the distress call from the Alliance Fleet troop transport demanding our immediate attention. Mir'tan's decisive response echoed in the room, her eyes meeting mine as she issued orders to prepare for battle.

Chapter 3

Next morning, after breakfast, he loaned me a gown and slippers and I crossed the garden between number two and number six, carrying my clothes. I was sure that I would be seen by the others but, today, I didn’t care. I had done what Jenny and Aggie surely did. My mind was full of memories of last night, a perfect way to lose my virginity.

Knowing
A Short Story
From my new collection of Short Science Fiction Stories on Amazon
By Maryanne Peters

Raphael was angry, and that was an emotion that was not unexpected.

It is not an emotion that I have ever experienced and that is deliberate. It is almost universally destructive, but it is part of the human condition. Not experiencing it serves to remind me that I am not human, although I aspire to be as human as possible, not the least to better understand how I may serve and protect.

Have another chapter of this slow burning piece. Please enjoy.

He's got a brand new job working maintenance for a beauty salon. But with his long hair, feminine features, and gentle demeanor, maybe Alex can be of use in other ways...

After quitting his horrible job at a hardware store, Alex is free but aimless. To cheer him up, his older sister, Grace, surprises him with a pick-me-up trip to the salon for a much-needed haircut. Though what was only meant to be a simple trim results in an unexpected job offer as the salon's new in-house maintenance man. Alex must adjust to his new job surrounded by constant feminine energy, all while crushing hard on the salon's cute, young owner -- and her insistence that he test out some of their services...

This ~60,000-word, 243-page gradual feminization novel is about identity, experimentation, and the ups and downs of discovering a new side of yourself. Full book available now on Amazon for purchase or free with Kindle Unlimited!

Hope y'all like it :)

-Jennifer

3/30/2024, 6:20 AM

Completely True Account.

Almost Captive In A Box

This is what I can remember of a completely true story that I have never written about or talked to anyone regarding the creepy people I met. It was so traumatic that I blanked it out until now.

This took place between 2005 and 2006 near Sherwood, Oregon. Later when I returned to make sure I was not remembering a hallucination, The place was gone, and tract houses had been built there.

Jack’s Ranch:
Jack listens to Clair’s voice as it comes over the speaker from his cellphone. He had gotten a call from Clair early this morning and listened while she told him about the assassin that had been sent by Nickolas Kuznetsov to kill everyone inside the house.

“Do you think you ladies can hold out if an assault team is sent towards you, Clair?” Jack was already thinking about calling his sister and her team to see who was available.

We walked to the entry of the woods and Anna pivoted on her foot and turned to look at something behind us. She had a look sadness on her face, like she was looking at something in the distance, but not behind us. Anna gave a brief sigh and then walked into the tree line.

Dot and Sam 39

A Child's I's
Copyright 2024 by Heather Rose Brown

CAUTION: This is one of my darker poems. While it does mention death, there's no depiction of anyone being hurt or harmed in it. Still, if something like that might be triggering for you, then please be careful.

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CHAPTER 75
I was more than a little confused the next morning, as I rolled out of my bed to find, rather than its edge and my slippers, a snoring body in a sleeping bag. A few moments of panic ensued before I realised that I had ended up in the bunkhouse rather than my bedroom. I was still in my posh dress, but someone had laid an unzipped sleeping bag over me for warmth.

How much had I poured down my throat? What must Alys think?