Joan and Jared get to know each other better. Sam cooks dinner! Joan worries about returning to school on the morrow...

An unexpected visit to Tulem brings an unwelcome surprise. Kat and Tyra visit the home of Kat's blood father. Tyra looks for a new dream. Kim's marriage brings on a sense of urgency. Daphne's betrayal brings new possibilities. Arranging a meeting with the Guild of the Slave Traders.

TGIF by Maggie “Kitten” O’Malley

Parts of this story use ideas and characters from Shalimar’s Kid’s Kamp universe and The Dream by Prudence Walker. It is given to my friends and family who have always shared their love and magic with me. Special dedication is given to Rebecca Anne Stewart, affectionately known to us Becky, who will always be in our hearts. Special thanks to Holly Hart for translating this from “Toddlerese.” Hugs and love to everyone, from the Kitten and her Moose.

Okay, I guess it doesn't have to wait until tonight, seeing as how I'm sitting at the computer while my hostess snoozes softly nearby. Trying not to wake her, as it appears she needs a full eight hours of sleep instead of the three that I do. Well, here's part 17, then, so enjoy!!

New bodies can be inconvenient. Out of chaos come possibilities. A deception ends and brings a new beginning. Elsbeth meets her match. Will Tyra's children come to know their mother?

Tales of the Season : Charlene's Story

By

Lisa Elizabeth

Synopsis: Terri is asked to do the unthinkable, try out for the cheer squad, and strangely enough, she does, but not because she wants to, but because there is something she needs to do.

The game between Ted the Clarence and the Devil in Drag continues with the hearts of Richard and Jo as playing pieces....
 

Blue Moon 6.1-6.5

by Donna Lamb

United States Independence Day Special Number One! I've been thinking... rather than the whole, writing a 'Behind the Scenes' what would people think about simply having a no FTS-questions barred chat session that I could log and then post? Just answering the questions and explaining things? Here's part 13, though we're getting close to the end, and this is the longest FTS chapter yet! Hope you all enjoy it!
Last Minute PS: I got wrapped up in another movie (Stranger Than Fiction), sorry, Sk8r Grrls will be in the next hour -- promise double!

Leah and Joanie escape death with Miki's help but are not sure how. A radio conversation with strange call signs leads to a rest stop and a revelation. Joanie and the MCO clash again. Leah is reunited, briefly, with her parents. A bumpy flight to Oahu leads to dinner, a night of drunken sex, surfing, TV, singing and shopping. I'm not saying who does what.

Andy Warhol said,"In the future, everyone will be famous for 15 minutes." What if your 15 minutes came late in life, and fame decided to never let you go? Could you survive the circus your life would become?

        It was nearly eleven-thirty at night when Christina stumbled through the door of her apartment. Her legs burned after ascending the six long flights of stairs. She let her suitcases drop; her arms feeling dull and stretched. The humidity in the dark apartment was oppressive, the hot air encasing Christina's skin, causing every inch of her body to sweat. Feeling the energy seep out of her muscles, she dropped onto her hard bed. She kicked of her shoes and socks then shimmied out of her tight jeans. Christina leaned back and turned on the fan mounted in the window over her bed. It did little more than cycle the hot air, but that was better than nothing.

Joan makes a new friend. Jared becomes an integral part of everyone's future... The band just keeps getting better and better...

Tyra finds a way to forget about Ketrick — for the moment. A royal wedding. A close friend dies, but leaves a great gift behind. A old face leads a new investigation, as Tyra prepares for the greatest shock of her female life.

Irony

by

shalimar

A TS talks to her ex-wife about the TS's husband.

"Come in. It's open!" I said when I heard the doorbell.

My ex-wife entered and walked over to where I was sitting on the couch. My feet were under me on the couch and I was just sitting there, bleary eyes.