THE TALE OF JET & QUARTZ
By: Darian Deamos
The Twins celebrate their bithday on the run, and the gang scatters, heading towards the location of their quarry. But someone is stalking the Twins, and with thier protectors off prepareing the way, they are vulerable...

Chapter Six: Puzzle Box

Easy As Crawling In A Nike.
by:Angharad
part:362

I got home and locked the door before rushing up to my bed and throwing myself upon it. I cried for a while and then must have fallen asleep. I awoke to the phone ringing. It took me a moment to recognise where I was, and when I sat up my eyes felt red and sore and my mouth was thick and sticky.

"Hello?"

Authors note, I wanted to put a little of Alicia's past in this story. I didnt know it would take so many pages but I felt it had to be included> I hope that the intense subject matter or length doesn't put anyone off. Please remember, this story focuses on the affects of abuse on a child, years after the events. Not the abuse itself.

Easy As Feeling Very Sick.
by Angharad
part: 361

I’d just come back to my office to get my coat and bag, when the door was roughly pushed open and I was shoved into my desk.

“Just what do you think you are doing?” I was angry and frightened at the same time, he, the security guard was so much bigger than me.

Here I am back home where my Mom is taking care of me ever since I got sick from going to see my beloved husband Mark. He is currently serving a tour in the HOSPITAL WITHOUT WALLS in Africa.

The Distant Queen

by Terry Volkirch

This story is mainly about a romance between two young women who are from two different worlds. It's a fantasy story with some adventure but there are no mythical creatures and there isn't a lot of magic. It's really a sweet and tender romantic comedy with a mostly happy ending.

In chapter 10 (of 11), Gabi mopes around wondering what happened to Marie. Did Marie die? Is she trapped in Limbo? Read on to find out! :)

“There’s so much . . .” Darryl whispered, shaking his head. “So very, very much . . .”

We finished our pud and were clearing the dirty crocks to the kitchen when the ’phone rang. ‘I’ll get it, Auntie,’ I said, putting the pudding bowls on the counter above the dishwasher. I hurried to the ’phone and lifted the handset.

‘Gaby? This is B-Bryony. I’ve t-told Mummy and we’re g-going to see D-Dr MacNeish after tea.’

“Come on, Darling, get yourself showered and I’ll show you how to do your hair.”

How can my mother be so happy this early in the morning–bum, it’s a Saturday too! This hair business is a pain, why can’t I just keep it in a ponytail like I usually do?