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Guy Tregaskis stepped onto the porch of the large suburban home and paused for a moment to feel its force. He considered that all homes with any age carry a force, made up of the people who built it and the people who occupied it, and perhaps even those who occupied the land before the house was built.
Highlights of a Brief History of Mine by Edeyn Hannah Blackeney
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“Nick!” Izzy yelled sharply as a rock half the size of the car hit the pavement behind us.
More rocks of varying sizes crashed around us as I fought to escape the cascade. Screeching tires wailed in my ears as the smell of burning rubber filled my nostrils. Finally we burst clear then the car shuddered as if a giant had hit it. Metal screamed as granite smashed into Isobel’s side of the Mustang, pushing us towards the far side of the road and the steep, tree strewn cliff below. I had just enough time to grab Izzy’s hand before we plunged over the side, and into the abyss below.
As usual, Robin, Tina and Jenny waited to walk Andrew to school. No one made a big deal about it, but each girl carried in her heart the memory of the promise they had made to Mr. Gabriel, that they would protect Andrew.
Besides, it was fun! Andrew was very smart and funny, and a great friend. Walking together was a treat, not a chore. It just brought the four of them closer together.
Before I begin to tell the story of my time in Los Angeles I thought I should tell you something of my early life.
I was born march 12, 1947 in Queens, New York City. I arrived in this life at 8:38 PM. My parents were joh and Ruth; both veterans of WW II. My father was a NYC police officer. My mother was a housewife.
No longer with the reason of doing fashion shows for Elle, Jason and myself are encouraged by our partners to explore our new found interest in how we look.
Eight Dragon's 03 The Spent Cicada's Song - 02 A Veil Barely Seen
By Rebekkah deMere
These are the missing chapters to Eight Dragons that were not posted on Bev's Balcony or Sapphire's. They were only listed as seperate posts on TG Fiction. They have been culled directly from the posts with no editing. However for all the fans out there - Enjoy!
CHAPTER 93
Giggling. It’s what girls do, apparently, and it was certainly what Chantelle did. There were moments, though, especially when Albert moved suddenly, that the startled rabbit appeared.
Cale’s waiting paid off an hour after dusk. The lights on the third floor flicker out in the adjacent inn. Soon the two girls would be fast asleep; a few drops of crushed night weed and the two would never awaken. A painless death, it was the least he could do.
I don't know what is was that night but I decided to read the advertisements in Craig's List. After the messy, painful divorce from my ex-wife I have not been looking for someone.
Sean -now Darcy- need only learn a Danaan purification ritual to return to her old body. A week in the teenager's body, no more, and then back to his fiancé Sarah and normal life; easy, hey? Not with the entire Formorian race looking to off her, and a harp who suddenly has a mind of her own.
The child was found in the local park around 9.30pm and rushed to the nearest Accident and Emergency Unit, it`s condition was terrible. Clothed only in a nappy that looked like it hadn`t been changed in days going of the faeces and smell terribly of urine, never had a child been admitted to the hospital in such a state. Even experienced medical staff were struggling with they`re emotions and trying hard not to vomit.
While hunting for more chapters for another story, I came across this short piece written by Teddi and concerning her AFS volume 01.
I found it to be of interest and hope you will also as it explains just a little of the strange thinking which sometimes goes on in strategic planning.
CHAPTER 92
The next morning was the usual post-party nightmare of half-eaten food and filthy glasses, not to mention a mild hangover. The Woodruffs had stayed over, and the girls, but everyone else had made their way home by cab or shanks’ pony. There were things to do, and fortunately there were young people to kick out of their sleeping bag who could be made to do it. I don’t think I look terrifying in a pair of fluffy pink slippers and a terry dressing gown, but I did my best.
What would you do to get ahead in life, in love? Would you turn your life upside down; move to a foreign country; abandon your job, your home, your family? But you wouldn't change your sex! Would you?
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