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I suppose that I should have expected that my first day in the CID office in Loughborough Police Station would follow my previous days through school, university, and the Police College.
“Sorry, son, the juvenile court is in the next building.”
Campfire Stories, Urban Legends, and Ghost Stories.
By
Cerrridwen Circe Whitethorn
Introduction:
Hello, I'm Cerridwen Circe Whitethorn, I'm seventeen and I'm a Junior at Benton Academy. I'm also an Adventure Scout and I've been one since I turned fourteen. The slim pamphlet you're holding in your hand right now as you read these words is the product of four months of investigative journalism and paranormal research.
Caught dressed in a little girl's dress, Alex must explain himself to his
judgmental mother. He also finds himself befriended by the teenager who lives down
the hill and has to make some decisions about how he is going to proceed from here.
Mia rolled over and slapped the snooze button on the alarm. She laid on her back for a minute and stared at the ceiling. Monday. June. No longer a (technical) virgin. She smiled and rolled onto her side. She laid there for a few minutes more, eyes closed, mind blank. Then the dreaded alarm went off again. This time she turned it off and sat up. It was cool in the house, the air conditioner was pumping, and gooseflesh instantly rose on her arms and body. She looked around for her slippers, then gave up and headed to the bathroom.
At Aunt Greta’s–
Revelation
by Gabi
Chapter 19 of a Continuing Saga…
We scrambled out of bed and went to the bathroom. Farah had the first shower and I followed on. After we had dried ourselves we returned to “my” bedroom.
‘Greta! Freya! Hurry up!’ came a voice from downstairs. ‘Brekky’s ready and we have to go to church this morning.’
Edited By Nora Adrienne with Special Thanks To Terry Naut and to Heather Rose Brown for the Illustration!
As Kelly and her family and friends get on with living, Kelly seems unable get past the funeral as she continues to sing that song. Yet Kelly has a plan unknown to everybody. It is after a fateful costume party that Kelly discovers the girl within.
It all started this morning. I was resting on the heater, letting the warmth soak into my fur and flesh. I had been well fed had just finished grooming myself, and was thoroughly enjoying not doing anything at all. One of my humans, the girl, was moving about the room, seeming to be almost floating. She picked up something here, put it down there, came by for quick scritchie, moved along to move something else. This human seemed obsessed with placing things in other spots.. Silly humans, but what can one do?
This is not autobiographical, mostly. I wrote this to see if I could write a story with no dialog and have it be good. It's a story, it has no dialog but I leave it to you to tell me if it is good or not.
One Sissy’s Story -- Part 1
Maid Joy
It felt like hearing nails on a chalkboard all the time. There was something fundamentally wrong with the whole world and I didn’t know how to fix it.
They say that everyone has a twin somewhere. What happens when your twin is dead, as well as being a lady. The following story is fiction, more or less. Enjoy.
This series began a couple of years ago, and like many I set it down unfinished, uncompleted. The original Title was Comdex, Clothing, and Confusion. The first few chapters are rewrites.
I felt under a state of siege, and began to batten down the hatches, well pull the curtains at any rate. The only problem being that it means they can’t see in but neither can you see out, and therefore, what they are up to.
The phone rang and Tom answered it. “Certainly not, goodbye.” He put the phone down and turned puce. “The impudence of it, would we like to come out and talk to them?”
"Inspired by a film, this story shows at the end of the day, we all decide for ourselves" Diana "Many consider this a flop and not one of my best. Funny enough, it took me ages to write" Dauphin
Being re-written, to correct the spelling and grammer mistakes
“Agent Ripley, did you ever pick your feet in Poughkeepsie?” an occupant of Firecracker Four called out over a loud speaker. “Agent Ripley......”
The Hiromi Sato persona had no recollection of the Operation Swan Song recognition code. Hiromi bided her time as the Firecracker cars continued their slow approach.
Once again, Tom Slater tried to crawl out underneath the weight of the Hiromi Sato persona. The woman was again too strong. Hiromi Sato was just too determined to defeat all those she regarded as her enemy.
Chuck then took a moment to speak again. “Who is Agent Ripley, and what’s this Poughkeepsie shit?”
Chapter Eleven
Synopsis- The Swan Song committee tries to reel in Agent Ripley with a plan called Operation Firecracker.
Steve is married to Dee Lilah, who is running for the U.S. Senate. The League of Women’s Voters has scheduled a beauty contest for the candidates' spouses. Ironically, the League hadn’t anticipated a female candidate and had made the rules quite stringent in regards to what the spouse must wear and do.
Harry Grant at 25 fell victim to the international criminal, Ron Simon, AKA the Switcher. Poor Harry had been mind-swapped with an old man of 65. Forty years of his life stolen in a moment…
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