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In this chapter, Emily finds herself thrust into the cold, unyielding environment of a police station, the weight of her actions pressing down on her with every step. The harsh fluorescent lights and the relentless questions amplify her fear, leaving her wondering what comes next. But just when the walls feel like they’re closing in, Emily’s world takes an unexpected turn.
A suitor and a trip to the doctor's office keep Stevie on edge. Once again, I am
a wordy writer, so only read if words are something you enjoy. Also, if you complain
that you don't understand a character's motivation while also admitting you skipped
parts of the story, then... never mind.
I hope you're all remaining well. These are such stressful times. God bless.
Danny's Perdition: It’s the 24th century and Danny has discovered that his work for the government has several times condemned people to termination. The newest suspect has been thoroughly transformed by a department called “Visual Perfection,” and now Danny must do his duty, once again. Would traveling across the continent in an antique machine offer a realistic alternative?
Also included A Dollar Short: Tilford has a dead-end job. The idea that someone would offer him a great position seems alien.
Jessie was different. It may not have been a huge change but there was a definite difference. "I think I may like the new Jessie," Amanda exuberantly told her mom.
"Before you go to school, I need you to take this pill. It has all of your regular vitamins you take to build your strong body but in one pill."
"Why the heck is it pink? Ha, pink is for sissies and girls...but I guess if it saves me from all those other pills...ok, give it to me. Freakin pink pill...whoever made that needs some help." With that Jessie was off to school.
"I can't do this anymore," Amanda cried on the way home. Jessie, her 13 year old son, was uncontrollable. She had no idea where he went or what time he was coming home.
"How did I mess up so horribly?"
"You didn't mess up dear," Susan countered. "He is just like his father. It is in his genes. I am not going to see another life wasted though. When we get home I need to show you something. It is something I have been thinking a lot about and something I have been doing hours and hours of research on...and I think it is our solution."
Suddenly Jessie was overcome with emotion. It hit him from out the blue with the intensity of a Mack truck. He was helplessly caught in its grasp. His eyes met Jason’s once again…then he glanced down to Jason’s lips. His lips looked so good…so inviting.. They looked undeniably yummy. Jessie couldn’t think straight…he felt a magnetic attraction pull him closer to Jason’s face. Wait, this was not right…was it? He so wanted to feel Jason’s lips on his…he just wanted them to touch for even a brief moment. That would be ok right? It didn’t matter, he had no say in the matter. He felt as if he was not in control of his actions any longer. He glanced at Jason’s eyes once again as their lips got closer. Jason’s eyes had almost a glazed look on them, Oh they were so handsome! Caught up in the moment, Jessie let his emotions fully take over as his lips met Jason’s.
Edited By Nora Adrienne with Special Thanks To Terry Naut and to Heather Rose Brown for the Illustration!
Kelly and her mother attend a dinner party at the Woods where Johnny shows definite sexual interest in Kelly. After a tiff where Johnny and Kelly a dinner party at the Woods, Kelly and her boyfriend once again sate their passion. Afterwards, Kelly becomes confused about who she really is and her inability to resist loving Johnny, causing her to make a choice that changes everybody's lives.
In this last part, Theia ties up some loose threads and deals with a couple serious personal issues before she finally learns the ultimate meaning of life.
WARNING: If you have a fear of snakes, then this story isn't for you. A large nonpoisonous snake figures prominently in this story.
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There is a natural rhythm to our lives. Some of these rhythms are influenced by external factors while others are influenced by small chemical changes in our bodies.
When and where these changes occur is anybody's guess. The most prominent changes take place in that time zone known as...
By Swishy
Michael Taylor was a 17-year-old boy living in a town in Australia. Something happened and he found himself on a path to becoming a 17-year-old girl. This is a story about an ordinary teenager that had something extraordinary happen to him and how he tried to cope.
Annette, Gemma's Mum and Dot all come to Gemma's aid.
I got up, put on my pt uniform and headed out for the base. It was in the middle of winter, so we had to wear our sweats. Considering it only started getting cold, I didn't have my sweats on hand so I spent fifteen minutes looking for them. I don't normally mind, but it was raining so I would be cold and wet today. After finally finding my whole pt uniform, I went to start my car, but the battery was dead. Arg!!!
Theia and company finally make the move to California to see the grand new office building for the first time, and the surprises continue to trickle in.
WARNING: If you have a fear of snakes, then this story isn't for you. A large nonpoisonous snake figures prominently in this story.
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“You are right Marla, but he's much better than most men so cut him some
slack,” Mom replies. “We don’t have time right now to settle scores. Why don’t
you go warm up the register so we can ring things up as we make our
selections?”
There is that time issue again. What is up with that? I know better than to ask as
the only answer that I am likely to get is I’ll find out later.
The little lad was small for his age, ten years and one month, and was unusual in as much as he could read and write–not very well, but better than his father Albert, the woodcutter
This is the same story that's been in the Hatbox for some time, now released with new editing and a new cover on Amazon. The story of Jake and Cody, friends--and Freds--for a lifetime. See story for joke about the Freds.
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