I would like to thank all of the authors who worked so hard and entered in their life's blood in the form of novels, novelettes, short stories, and chapters of serials. This is a temporary list of all the entries. I realize there are a few entries in this list (in the form of chapters) that are inclusive and not properly marked on the story page yet). That will fixed tonight. Please take the time to read these entries in the meantime while we are all waiting for Erin to set up the voting page.

Every now and then, our subconscious may well tell us things we need to know.

"...maybe you think I'm totally weird but, Mars; they feel good, and they are, and I've never gotten to before, ... they are just real important. I mean there are so many things to wear now...."

“Oh, honest to God, Mom! No!”

“Whose black suitcase is that on your bedroom floor with the boys’ briefs peeking out of it?”

Lynzie’s face went white.

“I thought so. You two are busted.”

The Guardian of Sharon’s Rose

Prelude, Chapters 1-3

by shalimar

What better way to read a Summer Romance than to have it occur in the time and place most used by romance novelists: London during the Regency Period, specifically: From November 1814 to just after Waterloo?

Prelude:

September 1,1066

“Thou art the ‘Guardian of the Rose?’”

Chapters 26 - 28. The continuing story of Jason, a young boy that is coming to terms with his transgender nature, and his mostly supportive family.

Easy As Failing On A Bike.
by Angharad
part: three hundred and seventy bloody five!

Time seemed to hang, as the phone rang again. Then it stopped as Stella picked it up. Tom and I looked at each other. She came back in. "Wrong bloody number," she banged her hand on the table in frustration.

Charlene never realized how much there was to being a woman of the hills. “Anytime you want to back out and be something besides a woman, you can,” was the words of Lizzie Jane. No way was Charlene going to go back to her old life. If the things she was being taught were what rural women needed to know, she was all for it.

My Special Day

By Anistasia Allread

I decided to try a different approach from my normal for this story. It just hit me this afternoon and spilled forth. I hope you enjoy.

Easy As Staying On A Bike & Winning The Gold Medal!
by Angharad
part: 374.

The afternoon wore on, tediously at times, as I tried not to move my painful ribs. Even going to the loo was a pain, the sitting and standing and bending to wipe the nether region; not a bit funny. I dozed now and again, but would wake myself up either by moving or coughing which produced sharp pain in my chest.