Note: this is a work of fiction and the characters, settings, etc. belong to Willams Street. If you have no idea of who TOM, SARA, Toonami, or the Absolution are, skip to the notes section of the story. This is a NON-TG story.

The Absolution was dead silent. It had been silent since that fateful September day back in 2008 when Toonami was shut down. There was a brief moment when TOM almost came back to life, but that was a while ago. The people responsible for that increase in the robot’s brain activity were startled when they saw what occurred because of the April fool’s joke.

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I Cry

I cry for those who have no love, who are in pain.
For those who cant see themselves as they want to,who struggle to be who they want.
I cry for the ones with no voice, who sit in terror of past wrongs.
I offer not pity be strong feel my hand helping you if you slip and my shoulder for you to lean on if need be.
These tears are for the silent screams that all of us shout that no one hears.
Feel my joy as you take a step with out help.

Chapter X - Paul

We went right to my room, and put my dress away. I laid on my bed and just looked at mother.

"Why didn't that guy at the mall listen when we said we had boyfriends?"

Potentials-8 The Start.

Chapter 8

*Samantha Chase…

I sort of see the puff of Cody reappearing out under the bridge area and then another puff of him vanishing again. “Okay…I hope he’s okay and not getting himself in too deep.”

I feel a Zzzt feeling off in the distance. I say feel that because as a TM or Telemechanic I’m sensitive to electricity this was a serious discharge, and another and another. I hear a scream that goes along with it.

“Shit, shit, shit…that can’t be good.”

Just a little ditty to keep my poetic license. Besides, all's fair in love and war.

A Prince's Tale
By shalimar
Copyright 1964, 2001

In days of old
This prince was bold
with women undercover

He had to confess
He'd wear a dress
If he fought another

A war broke out
There was a rout
He had no horse to ride

You could understand
Our prince he ran
He had to save his hide

He met a witch
No ordinary bitch
She saw our prince's fear

He lost his pride
"I've got to hide
Or they'll kill me over here."

And with a motion
She gave him a potion

The deaths of Anthony Threadgold and his wife Taiko, who were both artists, were described as a ''terrible tragedy'....

Lay down
Your sweet and weary head
Night is falling
You’ve come to journey's end
Sleep now
And dream of the ones who came before
They are calling
From across the distant shore

Chapter IX - Mother And Shopping

It was going on midnight, and everybody was making their excuses that they were tired, so all the guests started leaving. Mother came over to me and gave me a big hug, and told me we were going shopping again on Sunday.

"I love to go shopping. Where are we going?"

"Well we need to get you a few more jeans and tops. Winter is going to be here very shortly. This is still fall yet, but very soon it will be very cold. You need warm clothes. So, we are going shopping on Sunday. Besides, now that I have my daughter, I want to dote on her a bit."

A pair of twins cause headaches at Hayfield Hall.

An unauthorised story set in the SPA Universe created by Karen Page. These events are intended to take place one year after the events described in “A New Style of Education.” Reading that story first is essential.

Note: This story assumes the counselling team at Hayfield Hall does not change significantly as a result of events yet to be revealed in Karen's story.

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Tears of the Princess

By Melodie Thomas

Edited by Holly Hart

Chapter 7

Thursday, September 9, 2010