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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.
“Where are we going to get another person?” Pam Nolton asked Connie White. They were in the building cafeteria after work and had only 2 hours to come up with another woman to make the thirteen required for their Wicca Ceremony — but the ceremony was being held the same night as the full moon celebrations and all the Wicca friends had plans made for weeks.
I decided to try something different for this contest. I strung together some poems to give a span of a relationship. There is romance in here, honest.
Easy As Staying On A Bike & Winning The Gold Medal!
by Angharad
part: 374.
The afternoon wore on, tediously at times, as I tried not to move my painful ribs. Even going to the loo was a pain, the sitting and standing and bending to wipe the nether region; not a bit funny. I dozed now and again, but would wake myself up either by moving or coughing which produced sharp pain in my chest.
“Okay, listeners, we have a sad story here…” Jane Bronte, hosted her usual radio show on a Sunday morning, playing pop classics that no one could remember, interspersed with audience participation.
Easy As Falling Off A Hospital Bed.
by Bonzi
part: 373
I sat in the chair trying not to move too much, the bruising I'd received from falling off the bed was now becoming painful, and even breathing was hurting. I think I'd probably bashed some ribs a little too hard. If by non-disclosure, I was going to get out of the hospital, I would keep my suffering to myself.
Rikki sat at another short table in the nicely furnished quarters the Battle axe had provided for him. Most of the furniture was sized for dwarves, but fortunately the dwarves replaced the bed with one that he could sleep in without his legs hanging over the end.
“Thank you Battle-axe, for joining us.” Rikki nodded to the dwarf. “We have a few internal matters do address then we’d love to make plans for some fighter practice tomorrow.”
“Aye, we look forward to it as well, Captain.” The Battle-axe nodded.
By Swishy Michael Taylor was a 17-year-old boy living in a town in Australia. Something happened and he found himself on a path to becoming a 17-year-old girl. This is a story about an ordinary teenager that had something extraordinary happen to him and how he tried to cope.
Easy As Getting Back On A Bike.
by Bonzi (Mum's out riding)
part: 31 doz.
It was friday morning and I was laying on top of my bed trying to read Cycling Weekly while I waited for the decision from the consultant. Two of the women with whom I shared the four bed unit were talking at volume and were making it harder to concentrate.
Easy As Falling Off A Bike - Hard As Landing On The Road!
by Angharad & Bouncing Bonzi
part 371.
The next few days were as boring as before, perhaps more so as I was staying awake more of the time. Stella came in every day in time for Dr Kelly's coffee break or lunch. If he was busy, she stayed and chatted with me.
I had been taking hormone pills that I had bought on the internet for about 6 months now. Things had been easy to hide for the first few months, nothing major happened. Hell, I haven’t even told my parents yet. How can I tell them? I mean, what would I start by saying?
“Hey mum, hey dad, I’m not your son, I’m really your daughter despite being born a boy and being called Mark.”
"Remember, girls, what I told you when you first came onboard. If we're all going to get through this, we've got to stick together, help one another, and you've got do what you're told. If you want to ask questions or discuss things, or if think you've got a better idea, leave it till tomorrow. We've got to move fast."
From insubordinate Hellhounds to Hellish Bureaucracy, Lorelei is learning to deal with The Ways of Infernal Power. It ain't easy, in fact, it can be hard as Hell. And that's just for starters!
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