Easy As Falling For A Quack
by Angharad
part:370

Stella came back about half an hour later, she was so smug, I was tempted to annoy her. I resisted the temptation.

"You still awake?" she said returning to my cubicle.

"Looks like," my words part echoing through the vents in the steamed up oxygen mask. "You look full of yourself, so I assume he asked you out."

"My life isn't so much back to normal after all, because even though everybody knows, and everybody knows everybody knows, I still wound up doing something totally weird this morning."

Letters from Sky

By Jan S

Part 5

Easy As Falling Off, Like.
by Angharad
part: 369

It seemed that apart from recuperation, my purpose in being in hospital was to set up a dating agency. This wasn't just because of Neal and Trish, but someone else who should be a little better known to you.

Easy As Calling For A Mate.
by Angharad
part:368

The next several days were spent partly sleeping, having the odd test and pill or receiving visitors. Apart from Simon, Stella and Tom, I had one or two from uni come in to say hello, including Pippa and Neal, the latter bringing me in a framed photo of Spike for me to keep on my locker.

Alicia’s New Life
By Christine

Chapter 8: alicia goes shopping

We didn't have any reason to worry... until just before sundown, when the barometer dropped like a rock. This is how it happened.

Jason's Story

by Kristine Roland

Chapters 24 - 25. The continuing story of Jason, a young boy that is coming to terms with his transgender nature, and his mostly supportive family.

Emily broke free of her mother’s hand and ran into the living room, seeing Jason she stopped in her tracks. “Jason! Oh… You look so pretty in that dress.”

Without a trace part 5: More Questions

A Story by Allie Elle

Easy As Falling Off A Bike
by Angharad & Hampshire Air Ambulance
part:366 leap year?

Author's Note: I wasn't going to continue this story, thinking it had run its course and 365 episodes is enough for most people. However, I had emails and PMs (not PMS!)which convinced me otherwise. Also I couldn't spoil a special person's birthday, so here's the next one.
Angharad.

Dear Diary
by Edeyn Hannah Blackeney

Alicia’s New Life
By Christine

statment by Kathy Peterson
I know that there is no way that I can take back what I did to my brother so many years ago. The only thing that I can say is that at the time, I was 14 and had just lost both of my parents in a terrible plane crash. We both were given into the custody of our older brother who didn’t care about anything. When he hooked up with this mean blonde, she gave me many ideas how to torment my brother. I was 14 and wanted to take my anger out on someone and he was the littlest.
To my shame, I did take my anger out on him. I know there is no way that I can take back what I did to him and every day now, I am sorry that I hurt him. His life was ruined by what I did but my only defense was that there was also Sandra. If it wasn’t for her then the abuse on my brother would never have went as far as it did. It was fun for about three years, but into the fourth year I started having very serious reservations about the cruelties I had inflicted on my little brother. But by then, all of the damage was already done and we had a broken slave girl.
I was actually happy that she was rescued from us for I knew even if I went against Sandra’s wishes that Sandra wouldn’t stop hurting her. I was happy she might be able to live her own life. But I kept feeling the need to see her, and apologize for my part in the evil and to beg her forgiveness. I know it was stupid to break into her new home, but I needed to tell her face to face how sorry I was.
Chapter 7

The Sight
By
Nick B

 © Nick B 2008

Bestist thanks to Gabi for her editing skills at short notice.
No horrific bits in this one either, TK

“His hormone levels would be right were he a female of that age, but not for a male.”

“What does that mean, doctor?”

Petra looked at me; she had a sort of frown on her face.
‘Is something wrong?’

‘I don’t know. I couldn’t help hearing you talk to Miss Morris while I was waiting outside the form room; it wasn’t very clear, but I think she said you aren’t a girl, but a boy called Mark…what’s going on?’

 

Orphan 21

by Susan Brown

PROLOGUE: Last spring these letters began showing up in my email. I thought the address had been typed wrong and sent a reply warning the writer, but it bounced back as undeliverable. I know that seems impossible, but the letters are here, and I think the web holds many weird gremlins.

Last night I decided that, perhaps, the universe brought them to me to show to others and, if you can get over your qualms about eavesdropping on strangers, some of you might find them interesting too.

Letters from Sky

By Jan S

Prologue & Part 1