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Skyler finds himself in an awkward situation and, because the situation could lead
to a huge scholarship, all the women in his life seem to want to keep him in that situation.
As I have done in a previous story, there are links posted at the end of each chapter that
will bring you to a YouTube version of the music mentioned. There's only one link for this
chapter, but there will be more as the story progresses. Please feel free to leave comments! A QUICK NOTE: This was a long and somewhat challenging story for me, AND it
was written during the most busy, exhausting and frustrating six months of my life. I hope
it appeals to you. If it doesn't, that's cool, too, but regardless,
it was my link to sanity during a tough time.
A promise to tell Blaine the truth. A blackmailing teacher making her move.
A visit from friends from back east. Homework. A TV show to be made... just another
week in the life of an average fourteen year old girl. Bebe's got a lot on her plate!
The quiet hum of monitors filled David’s hospital room, the soft beeping marking the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. His mother and Emma had just stepped out for coffee, leaving him alone in his still-unconscious state. The fluorescent lights above cast a pale glow over his motionless form.
The peace was shattered when one of the machines began to emit a shrill, rapid alarm. A nurse, passing by the door, rushed in to check the monitors. Her eyes widened as she read the rapidly climbing numbers on the screen.
The State Troopers waited at their roadblock. All other traffic was diverted. It was just them and the armed fugitives headed their way at high speed in a hot - in more ways than one - muscle car. The brigands could outrun the police ground vehicles, and even the helicopters, but not the radios. The Troopers stood in the afternoon sun, sweaty, tense and edgy, shotguns and assault rifles at the ready.
Written by Dauphin A boy is asked to pretend that he is a princess when the real princess is kidnapped. Of course he can do this, he is a real sissy. Or can he do this "Inspired by an old tale, This story will keep you on the edge of your seats." Diana "This is a trading places story, but I wanted to do it my way. It is quite sweet" Dauphin
Being re-written, to correct the spelling and grammer mistakes
In which our Technicolor Angel's gruesomy dark side emerges, and she tolchoks me soundly from gulliver to yarbockles, leaving your humble narrator one bruised and weepy and disillusioned young devotchka, who sadly concludes that she must leave the employ of this certifiable bozova, who has suddenly turned all brutal-like...
===== HUMOR ME
===== by LAIKA PUPKINO
===== Part Four: THE OLD ULTRA-SLAPSTICK
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.
"...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...."
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?
I will get the rest of the story up, but only after the contest closes, sorry. but RL interferance.
This is another story in my FEMELLA AILUROS ARMATURA universe, which includes my better written work of My Name is UGLY. I will just say that this story line is the most complete out of any of my previous works. I truly hope you will vote for NEWE GYRLGYDEN by me, POLYROBOTICS1. This chapter helps cement the other parts around it by providing the light for the story. Thank You.
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.
Synopsis: Terri is in-over her head and angry to boot. Her mother is the latest in the list of people who know her secret. Who else knows? Is her life ever going to stop getting more complicated?
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.
Angelique is back. Along with assorted ancient gods and goddesses, a plot to unseat Lucifer from the throne of Hell, and a lot of other fascinating things. She always seems to get the 'interesting' jobs.
As the girls of the former Hanks Gang serve their 60 days at the Eerie Saloon, they begin to adjust to their new bodies and make new lives. This being the Old West, there's also a shootout, poker games, and a kidnapping.
Wilma, Jessie and Bridget have new opportunities but old ways of thinking, especially thinking of themselves as men, are hard to break. It's all a question of learning the new rules for how to live as women.
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