After the Halloween Party

Ugh … I got to watch how much I drink, my head hurts.

But what a party?

My buddy Paul always did know how to host em …

And then there was that chick.

Soul Sword Ch 4
Chapter 4: Unsheathed and unveiled! A sword reborn!

By Blackout

Editor: Zip

Terry was your typical average teenage boy. But like most stories he was about to startled by some unexplainable power but hey that’s what makes the story interesting. Read on as the life of one typical teenage boy except for his hobby of swordsmanship is turned around as he discovers a world he never thought he would enter in more ways than one.

BY MOM BY DAD BY SATCY!!!!!

I yelled from the front porch as they were heading out for the weekend.

I had the house all to myself for the whole weekend and to day was Friday and they weren’t do back till Monday morning.

Mom was taking dad and sis to the airport and then she was heading out of town to visit my aunt Clare.

I had my whole weekend planed, Friday afternoon to Sunday night I was going to be my other self, here’s the thing I am a cross dresser not gay not transgender and its not a fetish.

A Chapter covering Drustina's journey from Byzantium to Warsaw through the Pryapet Marshes.

The Angry Mermaid 45

Or

Y Morforwyn Dicllon. 45.

Mabina. The youngest daughter and Twin to
Drustan Her twin brother.
Grandpa Erin the twins grandfather.
Giana The twins grandmother
Caderyn The twins father.
Herenoie The twins wise and beautiful mother.
Morgaran The Twins oldest brother.

Keeping track of the occult mishaps of unsuspecting college students can be a full time job, even if its more of a personal mission than any sort of official post. Unfortunately, there are times of the year when a little 'mishap' can lead to far bigger problems. One of those times approaches...

Part 2 of my contribution to this season's Samhain competition.

Bishop stands just outside the food court in the Renaissance Mall. Two hours have passed, and she’s frustrated and just a bit angry about how totally wasted those hours turned out to be. She’s wandered through six women’s clothing stores plus an upscale department store, and so far she’s managed to come up empty.

‘Not for lack of trying,’ she thinks bitterly. ‘Or of choice. How many different kinds of clothes do women wear, anyway? It’s crazy. And when I did take something to the dressing room to try it on, it didn’t look right. It all looked too old, or too young. Some of this stuff makes me feel like a clown. Worse, some of it makes me look like I’m for sale. God, I HATE this. I feel so helpless ... useless. Bateau said I used to walk into a room like I owned it. Now I can’t even pick my own clothes?’