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When we left Billie and Kateri, they were the victims of a home invasion. The
story picks up from there.
I am going to put this particular story on hold for a little while, but Billie and Kateri
will be back fairly soon. Thank you, again for your support! ~Clara.
Against his better judgement, a man gives his wife a very feminine piece
of lingerie for their anniversary. She does not appreciate the gesture and makes
an offer that he takes her up on.
With everyone watching, I stepped to the table, filled a goblet, and downed it in one go.
Ugh. Whatever vintage Horatio had brought out this time, it wasn’t Asmodian. Nor I’d bet of the wines Vance had spoken highly about a long time ago, those crafted by the elves of Nidavellir. I’d forgotten how bitter were most of the offerings in Hell - heck, I’d even have preferred that Chardonnay from the dragon soiree I’d attended with Isaiah.
Dangit. Isaiah.
What was I going to tell my friend? That his greater spirit would eventually decide whether I should be allowed to exist? And if decided against, Azrael would be forced to destroy me.
Would that mean Isaiah would have to try to kill me too?
When Ozzie finally stopped to catch his breath,
Avery summed up the case in a single sentence:
"The problem is that you ordered a French Maid Costume,
and now that you're wearing it, you can't take it off."
"That's right," he said. "You make it sound simple,
but it's a nightmare, I'm telling you!"
At Aunt Greta’s–
A Bolt From The Blue!
by Gabi
Chapter 18 of a Continuing Saga…
Farah and I went to bed that night wondering if we would find ourselves back in 1944 again. In spite of the first couple of times I had time-slipped, since then it seemed it was the bed that had acted as my “Tardis” to wartime.
‘It was great meeting your bro,’ Farah said as we undressed. ‘He’s cute and soooo cool, and he doesn’t seem to mind that you’ve changed into a girl. In fact he seemed quite pleased.’
‘Well, I guess he’s always thought I was a bit girly,’ I confided; ‘but he was never mean about it–unlike a lot of other boys.’
In part 2, Alan goes to see Liz, but does she really help him or do things just have to get worse before they get better? Witchcraft works in mysterious ways.
NOTE: I finished editing part 3. I'll post it tomorrow. I hope you enjoy my story.
I owe a debt to Kristina L S. I had no intention of writing a story for this challenge because
I couldn't see how it could be positive.
Nick's was tragic; Laika's a horror story. I mean...The Day of the Dead?
Sounds like a zombie movie. She showed me you could.
Yin and Yang, the balance of opposing forces in nature. The ebb and flow, give and take, all is a circle.
“Don’t you think they look so handsome in their uniforms?” Becky asked Claire as they watched the soldiers march down Main Street.
A band played. The soldiers sang. It was incredible sight to see. They wore clean uniforms. Their buttons and pieces of brass glistened in the midday sun.
Instead of building a resort or a city, Marvin Pentwater built a haven and workplace for people who have been gifted with powers. Years later, his grandson and heir, Marvin Pentwater III, received his gift. Young Marvin couldn't complain about his physique, nor could he complain about the gaggle of talents he wielded. What he could complain about was the distinct lack of power. He grew up in a place where powers are common and esteemed, but he couldn't lift but a few ounces with his telekinesis. Soon, he met an unusual friend with similar challenges.
sex: 1/10 violence: 1/10 profanity: 1/10
Categories: Elemental, PSI
Timeline: 2062
Chapter One: Sibling Rivalry
I felt myself being lifted off of the ground. "All the control in the world won't help you now! You need power for that," my nine year old sister taunted as she used her telekinesis to rotate me end over end. I could have cried with frustration, but I wasn't about to give her the satisfaction. "You should have morfed into a girl!"
Chapter 5
Two different worlds, that’s what Charlie lived in.
He wasn’t two different people. Charlie and Claire — they were one and the same inside.
The two worlds? One was the world of Windham Manor. It was the stately world that Claire was spreading her wings in. It was the world of endless possibilities.
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