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Eli grew up on a ranch in Montana. He had heard about Incursions, Breaches, and the Titans that came through those breaches to slaughter some people and capture others. To him though, it had always been something that happened far away to other people. His life was forever changed though when a Breach opened near his home, everything he knew was destroyed or taken, and he ended up Altered.
My name is Marc and my story began like so many others that are considered as being ‘different’.
I was raised and influenced by a single parent household that consisted of my mother, twin sisters and me. Mother desperately wanted a third daughter that she would name Marcia; instead she dropped the last two letters and I became Marc. A stint at summer camp further ignited and fueled my feminine side.
'Alterations' continues the story of Stacy's journey from 'Exchanged' and 'Little Hope.' Stacy is a young college student who chose to travel to a new dimension to study their advanced computing technology at a prestigious university as an exchange student. Stacy thought he knew what he was getting into when he traveled, but multiple events show that he didn't plan for every problem he would encounter. Recently on a trip his adoptive parents adopted another Little, Bella, to help prevent her from being taken by unscrupulous Amazons. Stacy now begins orientation and classes at Emerson as the small family attempts to stay safe from the outside threat. Can Stacy manage to navigate college classes and everything the dimension can throw at him, and still make it back home with a degree? (Story set in the Diaper Dimension)
The bad news that arrived at the end of the last installment has huge ramifications
for Jordan and he tries to come to come to terms with everything that has been thrown
at him.
A hero's cape flaps in the breeze, half a continent away a villain hatches a fiercely stupid plan...
When the villains start tripping over their own feet, the heroes should be able to lean back and enjoy some slack time.
But it doesn't quite work that way...
“Well what do we have here” she asked me as she wasted no time in her approach.
She walked right over to my bed and had a seat while pulling off my blankets. She took her key from her neck and unlocked my chastity device. She was not very gentle in her methods of removing it either.
I am a berdache, man-woman shaman of the Sioux. I walk by night along the roadside in answer to a crow-summons from my clan chief. I am wanted at the clan home on the Black Mountains Reservation to the west. This is a tale from my journey.
Remember the episode of HAPPY DAYS where Fonzie battled Mork from Ork? In this version, the Fonz still wins, but he doesn't get off as easily as he expected to.
Synopsis:What exactly happened to the students and faculty of Augusta High School, Bigg's Manufacturing and Erin's Cyclery after Drew and his friends went back home to Warsop at the end of the Cultural Exchange Program? This story will attempt to answer those questions.
by Andrea Lena DiMaggio
Thanks to Jill for your help!
Un giorno sa, per noi verra
La liberta di amarci qui senza limiti
E fiorira il sogno a noi negato
Si svelera l'amor celato ormai
Un giorno sai, per vivere
La vita che ci sfugge qui
A time for us, some day there'll be
When chains are torn by courage born of a love that's free
A time when dreams so long denied can flourish
As we unveil the love we now must hide
A time for us, at last to see
A life worthwhile for you and me
“Campbell!” I heard someone say behind me. I was then spun around out of my control. I ended up face to face with Johnny Crawford.
Emily gasped and my heart skipped a beat! He was staring at me like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing! He’d made the connection! He knew I was Sarah Carerra!
Authors Warning: this story has heavy religious theme to it.
In the vast reaches of the universe exists a plain that humans cannot ever reach. there is an area that exists only for the immortals and only they can exist in. In that realm, the mighty god Hashem Eloheam had decided that the final test of humanity will take place. This test would decide whether humanity deserved to survive or parish and it would be their choice. He decided to send unto humanity a young child that desperately needed love and kindness. The child would be helpless in his first 13 years. The child could forefill the greatest prophesies and bring about a new age of wisdom and love onto human kind, or he could be our worst nightmare and fulfill the end times prophecies so many books speak about. The child would be innocent and pure, but be different from other children. The choice would ours and our treatment of the child would determine our fate.
But perhaps, it was an unfair test given the long history of how we tend to treat those that are different.
Mrs. Cavendish adds, “I remember you. That is what you wore. You and your sister were there, she had on that harem girl costume. She looked cute but I’ll bet she was cold. My goodness, you must have been about ten then. How time flies.”
She nods her head and continues to reminisce as mother quietly tells me, “The cords are in the kitchen, in the broom closet.”
Stuck in town for the summer while his parents are away, Tommy Browder is going to stay with the aunt he never knew he had -- and learn the reason why.
For Frank, a truly good man, because the best gifts are the ones we make ourselves for the people we care about. Happy Birthday, hon. Hope it’s everything you thought it might be when you threw the idea my way and let me run with it.
Beyond Fashion by Randalynn
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“Distrust any enterprise that requires new clothes.” ~ Henry David Thoreau, Walden
“Know, first, who you are; and then adorn yourself accordingly.” ~ Epictetus
“Fashion is what you adopt when you don't know who you are.” ~ Quentin Crisp”¨
“Those who make their dress a principal part of themselves, will,
in general, become of no more value than their dress.” ~ William Hazlitt
Every geek’s fantasy is coming true. Superheroes, dragons, spaceships, giant robots, zombies, scantily clad French maids…they have all become real. It is miraculous that civilization has not plunged into total chaos.
What is causing this, and why?
Some nutcases think it is an alien invasion. Other nutcases think it is the beginning of the Apocalypse. Our three non-nutcase protagonists, however, just want to finish their college days in relative peace. Unfortunately, they are about to find themselves…
As Dolly chugged up the hill to the hospital, I wondered once again why Candice called me to help her Brian. I wasn’t an expert, I just wanted to be a girl–end of expertise...
“Certainly. Very few Americans in Saigon speak more than one, maybe two other languages and most of our agents are known or suspected by the other side so as they walk past the discussions change until they are gone again. The only reason I was able to hear them is they don’t think a woman is smart enough to know other languages nor to be a good intelligence conduit. During the one Embassy function I heard no less than four conversations regarding supplies being brought into South Vietnam from North Vietnam or Cambodia. About the only other thing I learned during the gala was to be careful of the French.”
This story was written for the 2009 Gabycon and involves Gaby (Drew) Bond, a velodrome and some bike races - oh and some dresses, shoes and so on. Oh just read the thing it's easier. Important: No bicycles were hurt during the making of this story. - Angharad
Just click on the link to go to Stardust and read the story. Comments are off here, leave your comments on StarDust. - Erin
"A better question, young lady, might be what are you doing in my son's apartment?"
With my mouth gaping wide, my brain seemed frozen, only able to focus on the minutia of the cataclysm about to unfold. I couldn't believe that he didn't recognize me. Apparently he didn't realize I was Sam.
I looked at her, now becoming very suspicious. Why the hell would they want me? Could she be sent by the Germans? But there it was, three passports, all real, staring on me at my table. I decided to play along for the time being and see what more surprises she had for me.
“Passports, I don’t need no stinking passports dear.” I said. “I can stay here as long as I want.” Smiling.
“No, you can’t.” She said. “The wehrmacht knows who you are now. They are going to get you exchanged.”
I don't know about you, but sometimes things just don't work out for me :)
So I'm stopping my writing now and then, not that I haven't ideas, just that another one sucks me in.
And I was really, really planning to write on those other stories I have, not here. But then this dumb muse knocked on the door again and my two braincells started to fight.
And yeah, the left one won.
So I wrote this one yesterday.
But this is only a test. So you tell me?
Should I do something with it?
(If I do it won't come along quickly, I already have too many to 'do')
But it smells delicious to my, ah, refined (?) taste :)
"Granny, Granny, please tell us a story! Pretty please, Granny!" said nine year old Linda as she sat on the floor with her twin sister Julia.
They had on matching sky blue blouses and navy blue skorts which each had embroidered a red rose with green stem and leaves as well as the first initial of their name. They both looked precious in their white knee socks and black Mary Jane's. Each of them looked intently at me with their deep blue eyes, resisting the temptation to twirl their long blonde hair in their fingers, since they loved my stories.
Before I could answer, Julia burst out, "Tell us a new one, Granny! Pretty, please!"
A collection of stories with a sporting theme by Angela. Seven of her best tales centered on the worlds of golf, basketball, football and cheerleading, all with plenty more going on outside the sporting action.
After a family tragedy, young David decides to live by himself in his home where he can be his true self, Katie. It's almost like a dream as Katie explores her new life.
But it's not easy. Where will she get money? How can an eleven-year-old deal with something as mundane as shopping when at any moment some adult may decide she needs help from police, doctors, teachers or lawyers?
It's lonely, too. Katie needs a friend, but who can she trust with her secret? That she's just a child living in her home, alone?
Kirk let a little issue of being mistaken for a girl go a bit too far. Sure, he looked like his sister. A lot! And he could make money as a girl model. Bunches! But there were other problems.... Boys!
The Model Sister by Melanie Brown Sisters Book 2 Now on Kindle
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