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Things They Made Me Do - Chapter 5

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Chapter Five - Shady Lady – Part One

Julia is now a mature, successful, transgender businesswoman and has forgotten all about her past and the things that men made her do when she was younger. A chance meeting with Timothy Valentine, one of her past tormentors, changes her life forever. A tale of coercion and degradation suddenly becomes a love story.

Battle Scars Part 6

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Six years ago...
Natalie didn't recognise the woman she was fighting in the building basement as Death. She felt no mercy for her as she kicked her around. But when she touched her hand ,there was a sense of familiarity she couldn't shake off . Something within her told her that she should stop. She kept questioning herself the identity of the woman and how she is related to her.

The Present, Part 17

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Part Seventeen

“Of course!” Amy darted out of the room and up the stairs.

Julia took Chris’s hand and walked him the opposite way towards the kitchen. “Better lighting in here,” she explained, “You do want your boobs to be just right, yeah?”

He didn’t dignify that with a response.

The Mysterious Cabinet Chap. 10

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Rose covers up a yawn as she drives back home. The banquet was boring and the entertainment Ciarán did later was mildly entertaining. The other high rollers that were there might have been impressed with his act, but she noticed Sasha wasn’t amused or entertained. At some point during his act, she thought she saw Sasha cover up a yawn.

A smile forms on Rose’s face as she enjoys the drive back to her place. Tonight, she wasn’t going to bother with going on patrol. Most of the gangs, weapon traffickers, and drug dealers knew to stay out of her area.

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Dee

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I know I know is she ever gonna finish one story ...Its not my fault every time I sleep a new story comes and this gosh forsaken muse will not let me alone till I doth write it.

Quit that!

Child prodigy. Simple words and when one is found you hear that they are usually sent or trained and then are in papers and such. But what of the ones that are not discovered.

Good question isn't it? I should know it turns out I am one such. My name is Dane Thomas. I do not have a middle name. However many of you may know me by a much different name. Sailor D. Yes I am she from that rock group. It all started about a year ago...

A Christmas To Remember

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A Christmas To Remember
By Anon Allsop

I looked at her from the corner of my eye, she was definitely flustered but I could care less, she was their mother and the behavior of her children were her own concern...my problem was that they were most likely going to distract me with their constant banter and shenanigans throughout the entire church service.

The mysterious case of the missing manhoods. Part 5

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Dear Ladies maid Francine and Dear ladies maid Evelynn.

It would seem you young maidens forget the punishment after you were both caught by me when you taunted those poor girls to tears for wearing the training corsets.

I have been given to understand that my grandsons are now my granddaughters and have not been told of such by my own offspring.

I unable to learn more of what is happening from here in Prussia. Since I am also trying to take care of a misunderstanding of magical nature here I do not need anymore from either of you.

Sweet Dreams-23...Holy! F#*K, Did I just get A Life?

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Sweet Dreams-23...Holy! F#*K!, Did I just get A Life?

Chapter 23

I’m crying…

I’m crying and it doesn’t hurt, there’s none of that bastard Cliff shouting in my brain. It’s nothing even remotely close to anything bad. It’s good; it’s actually so good that it’s hitting me.

I’m sitting in this pile of comforters and quilts in the sunshine and I’m softly curled into the arms of the most perfect thing in my life. Alex…

And kissing.

Return to Sender - Part 6

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Return to Sender
by Jennifer Christine
Part 6

My lack of familiarity with HTML codes has meant that some of the conversations with Molly may have been omitted — I’m going to check but it may be that I have to re submit the story _ I hope it hasn’t messed everything up!!

Wine Can't be Pressed into Grapes, part 18 of 22

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She undressed in the dark and stashed her clothes and shoes on the shelves, then looked inward at her structure, deciding what form she wanted for this purpose. She started making changes, reducing her size and altering her structure. Twitching her whiskers and sniffing gingerly at the door, she slipped quietly into the corridor and scurried down it towards the front parlor.

What's Happy About it?

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What’s Happy about it?

Author’s note: As those of you who are always good enough to read my offerings (and some of you even better for paying for them :) you will know that most of my work relates to nice people often placed in adverse circumstances. My trademark is goodness, justice and mercy prevails, or at least just enough to give us a happy ending. This time I have tried something different, with not so pleasant people in, well, I suppose the only description could be shitty circumstances.

Does it have a happy ending?

Read it and judge for yourselves (assuming more than one person reads it, that is.)

Please note, the dialogue is undertaken in a Scottish accent, so please bear that in mind and dinna (EXAMPLE) pick me up for spelling and grammar, as I’ve tried to write phonetically where appropriate.

My Super Secret Life-13.

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My Super Secret Life-13.

Chapter 13

Yep WTF was certainly the perfect term.

Matt looks at me and smiles and I’m…I mean he’s…oh fuck.

Okay I said what I saw but it’s really like this.

Matt’s wearing some kind of wig that fits him perfectly giving him this head full of shiny, wavy sexy tumbly black tresses that go all the way down her…his back. Then there’s the face his face is perfectly smooth, no stubble or anything and he’s got these incredibly thick long lashes and perfect make-up.

Shiny black lace metal choker and earrings and bangles.

The Story of My First Lives - Part 1 of 4

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This story is quite a departure for me. I set it centuries ago, both for the task of authentically imagining a past era, and for the discipline of writing in a ‘period’ style. Attempts were made for names, locations, and events to be historically accurate. Allow me to introduce our narrator …

It was the twilight of the seventeenth century, and the dawn of my life–or lives.

The Story Of My First Lives, by Karin Bishop

Part 1

Chapter 1: In Which I Am Introduced, With An Explanation Of My Humble Origins

The mysterious case of the missing manhoods. Part 4 the replies

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Lord Everett Carl Stewart Envoy of his majesty King George.

Dear Evert,

I see know why his majesty placed this great responsibility in your hands, If anyone was born to be a diplomat it was you.

I have acted a fool. That it was in defense of my handsome son, now by stunning daughter is but part of the explanation, not an excuse. That I drank more than was prudent is also to my shame.

First time 16.......

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First time…..

Musings from WannabeGinger

My first (and only) steady girlfriend hit me in my mid-teens. 17, I was, 15, she was!! This was the Sixties….. But everything wasn’t THAT relaxed! (…not where I was living at least). So I wasn’t yet ready to go out en femme as they call it. Girlfriend time was weekend time, so weekdays were the only possibilities for dressing…..

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Crown or Tiara Chapter 7

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Is this your wish, my sister?
To have us fight against our own flesh and blood,
our own brothers and sisters,
our own fathers and mothers,
our own sons and daughters?
Are we at the place
where we slay each other for comfort?
You resolved to slay our own brother,
and spill his blood on the pure, white clouds.
Melilica shall have no part in this, dear sister.
Do as you wish,
Melilica is already in disappointment.

Excerpt from the translated poem 'The Sorrows of Elanara'.

Crown or Tiara
Chapter 7

By Shinieris

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Taylor by Leslie Moore on Kindle

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From the time Taylor was five, all he could remember was wanting to be Emma’s younger sister.
 

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He loved dressing up in her hand-me-downs. He admired his older sister and really wanted to be her. Halloween was his favorite holiday because he could let his fantasies run wild and be Cinderella or Wonder Woman. And playing make-believe was always fun when he could be the cute little girl.

But, something happened when he turned twelve. He put away the dresses and costumes. The doll house went up in the attic and Taylor’s fantasies were all in his mind.

Until one fateful Saturday that changed everything. This is that story.
 

Taylor
by Leslie Moore
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Eerie Saloon - High Noon - now on Kindle

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Eerie Saloon - High Noon

by Ellie Dauber and Christopher Leeson

A desperate sheriff resorts to magic to stave off an attack from a vengeful gang of owlhoots. Can the bartender's potion prevent a massacre?

It's a long, dusty trail from the Territorial Prison to Eerie, Arizona.

Now the one-time badmen are faced with a life sentence - starting with being trained to work as saloon girls!

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