She knocked on his bedroom door. Not hearing an answer, she pushed the door slightly, calling him a few times. When there was no reply, she pushed open the door widely and her eyes fell on the disgusting looking thing on the bed. It looked just like a butterfly's cocoon, except that this one was as large as a man and definitely didn't contain a butterfly. She got closer to the bed. Touching the fluid leaking from the empty chrysalis, she noted that the fluid had almost dried, suggesting that this chrysalis had been empty for at least a few hours.

"Sir?" she called again.

She opened the bedside drawer, removing the Glock 17 inside it, just in case. Readying herself, she got out of the bedroom, the gun pointing downward and called for him again. She may not be a field specialist, but she didn't spend two years as the Headmaster's secretary without picking up new skills.

The Butterfly Project
By Shini Eris

Legend of the Ancient Kingdoms

 
After the banquet Athanas gave Natasa something to think about but she collapsed in the middle of an argument. What could have happened to cause her to collapse? Was it intentional or something else? What's in store for the boy turned girl now that she is in the Prince's kingdom?

Lifeboat Rules

By Theide
 

Voices – a poem by J Morose

In the dark of night I hear her calling,
The whispering lilt of her voice divine,
Within the mind's depths and shadows falling,
I now know that her sweet voice is mine.

Angela's Thoughts
by Janet Harris
 

This was going to be "The thoughts of a brain-transplant donor" but then I began to think of myself as the recipient,
so I chose the shorter title above. I mean, I only vaguely remember being Roger and it seems a long time ago now.

Wuthering Dormice (aka Bike) Part 648 by Angharad

Legend of the Ancient Kingdoms

Sweet dreams till sunbeams find you
Sweet dreams that leave all worries behind you
But in your dreams whatever they be
Dream a little dream of me