WARNING - THIS TALE IS UNFINISHED

This is a sort of Science Fiction tale. If you include Time Travel in that genre that is. Not that anyone actually travels through time in the story. Dear me no. Nevertheless it is the closest I can get to an accurate description. It's really about a young boy. And what he finds in the forest one day. And how it changed his life.

And your's too in a way. And mine. All our lives I suppose. In due time.

In this second chapter Ugmor'n3 and Er experience a stout Cortez moment. The fears that mingle with their wild surmise are forgotten as they gaze upon their new horizons. Until the awareness of a greater and more immediate threat strikes.

You haven't met Er yet but even my Muse approves of her. Indeed claims she was his idea. Complete codswallop!.

duty and destiny - part 2
by armond
 

 
 

The young lovers Caden and Avila plan their summer wedding.

Jaussen uncovers the plot, but can he reach Westfalon in time to save the prince and his sisters?

As lunch rolled around, Ryan found out a definate perk of being in this class.  
Lunch was catered to the room!  

"Bon aptetit all", Ms Jacobs cheerfully said as the cart of food was wheeled in.  
It was the basic cafeteria lunch food plated up already for them.

"Why do they deliver lunch to us?", Ryan asked Todd.

"We are kept sheltered from the rest of the school as we go through out  
transiton. It's supposed to ease our social strain as we go through all of  
this.", Todd explained.

Ryan was still thrown off by Todd's feminine voice, but sort of understood why  

Something to Declare by Cyclist

Chapter 42

We returned home by taxi, and I am afraid I left Geoff to put things away and make tea. I had to wash. All over.

Sweet Dreams…I’ll never have them.

Okay yes that’s one hell of a depressing statement. But it’s true. Hey…My given name’s William Hunter, I get Will or Bill or Billy but the thing is I’m none of those. I don’t have a clue who I really am but tell me one teenager that does.

Monday September 20th, 2010.

Bridges: 8

Chapter 8

It was morning when Brandon took me home. I’ve been up for most of the night with Brandon just driving around. He walks me to my door. I turn to look at him. “Thanks Brandon, I really needed last night.” I lean down and kiss him on the lips from the step I’m on. He needs to shave and as much as I’m not sure the prickle of bristles is something I like or don’t. I like the feeling of under my fingers though. I like kissing him too, very much.

It makes me feel significantly female.

it was on a friday night,like every friday night I stopped after work and have a couple of beers,
just to wind down a busy week.

story by sorcerer

Sometimes, it is what you do that matters. Sometimes, it is who you are. Usually it is just being in the proper place at the proper moment in time with the will to act.

Something to Declare by Cyclist

Chapter 41

This was it, the moment I had dreaded. Her hand stayed where it was for far too long, and she glared at me with what seemed like real hatred.

If The Shoe Fits...
Chapter 5. ALEJANDRO

“Why did you all ignore me before when I was asking for help? I thought it was because you didn’t speak any English but clearly that’s not the case.”

“Could we just focus on the task at hand please.”

A tale about Little Leaguers, eleven-year-olds, having sex? Nope. This story is about the sex (or gender) of the players who played youth baseball before girls were officially admitted to the program in 1974. It’s about one particular girl, Kelly Rodman, who may have been the first of her sex ever to play in the Little League World Series. Those who know my stories will appreciate that there must be a twist — a curve ball — to this tale. After all, it does come from Texas, the land of Pecos Pete and other tall tales.

Sex and the Little League
By: Dawn DeWinter