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Home of 3000+ chapters of Easy as Falling off a Bike by Angharad and many other stories.
A suitor and a trip to the doctor's office keep Stevie on edge. Once again, I am
a wordy writer, so only read if words are something you enjoy. Also, if you complain
that you don't understand a character's motivation while also admitting you skipped
parts of the story, then... never mind.
I hope you're all remaining well. These are such stressful times. God bless.
The Harper estate, Golden Bluffs, is a living museum on Mansion Row in Newport,
Rhode Island. Once the home of the most important chronicler of The Gilded Age,
Louisa Harper, the museum offers glimpses into Louisa's daily life in 1890.
The staff portray members of the family and staff.
Unexpectedly, a new Louisa is needed...
Group Meeting:
Demetria comes walking into the meeting room where she spots eleven other pregnant women sitting in a circle in comfortable chairs. Among the group of women, she was the youngest. She couldn’t believe how many of them had been forced or raped by people they trusted. She didn’t have that problem, she wanted to become a woman and became pregnant on purpose.
Harry Grant at 25 fell victim to the international criminal, Ron Simon, AKA the Switcher. Poor Harry had been mind-swapped with an old man of 65. Forty years of his life stolen in a moment…
Tiffany’s life was becoming exciting even beyond Melissa’s wildest dreams. Tiffany was followed by fans wherever she went and as she became accustomed to the notoriety, she also was becoming more at ease with being Tiffany.
Poor ole Joe Bockkernodd . Upset with life. Work, work all the time. Whenever he saw a girl with her boyfriend, a wife with her husband, he thought, “Oh how lucky they are. Never having to work. Always having somebody to take care of them. Oh, if only he was one of the lucky ones with someone to take care of him.”
Josephine Bockkernodd, Chapter 1
Supposedly written and revised by Starla Anne Lowry
But she will not admit it
"Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit ..." she repeated as she hyperventilated. She ran into her bedroom and stared at the piles of clothes. The mess was one thing, but how could she explain all the male clothing? "I'll just tell them I have a boyfriend," she reasoned aloud, "And he's out of town ..."
I sat on the stool, legs crossed, in the closed bar, idly holding a drink, the bartender counting the till. Ellie, in a cloud of cigarette smoke on the next stool, saying she wore mens' suits and ties at work. My black knit dress, flowing silk Moschino scarf, wig, even stockings would all carry the memory of it later.
Easy As Falling Off A Bike.
by Wassername?
part 99
I awoke with a start, I was stiff and everything hurt for a minute. I had fallen asleep at the computer, leaning on the desk. I probably had a straight line down the side of my face, or the indentation of the back of my hand on my cheek. I bent down with difficulty and retrieved the mouse from the floor, its fall had probably woken me up.
After surviving an unpleasant 'incidence' Mike becomes Em and finally Emma Jane as she travels south with Steve and Leon. A brief shopping trip with Steve's sister, Julia, helps her to become comfortable with life outside James Brand.
Thad was spending his times at the Mall dreaming and hoping. Rose was also at the Mall, doing the same thing. When their worlds collided it was magic.
Rose Colored Glasses
By poetheather
Rose sat there in the mall, sipping from her chai as she looked over the crowds. She settled her glasses on her face and scanned the thronging mass of people. This was the part of things that always made her the most insane, the waiting.
An entry in StardustR.us' "What it was, was Magic!" - story contest.
A people at risk, barbarians at the gate, how many times have I heard that story? How many times has it been my duty to stop it from it from happening? But then would I want it any other way?
So when I was called before milady I was not surprised to hear it one more time. However, when I realized how different my task would be from normal, I worried that my skills were not those needed. They weren't, but...
I woke up and stumbled to the bathroom, it was nearly ten in the morning. I got myself dressed and after a brief breakfast of toast and tea, I went to the bank and withdrew two hundred and fifty pounds from the hole in the wall. I would do the same again tomorrow if I could.
They say that everyone in the world has a twin... well... what if that twin had the same name, but a much more exciting and adventurous life? Enjoy! (Please?)
Revised Rules for the Morphic Adaptation Unit, Mark 5
Foreward:
Some may consider these rules and notes to be extreme. Some may find
them offensive. I have been told that I should write "minimal" rules and
let people play, like has happened in other universes. I tried that;
even with reasonable guidelines, my universes have been radically altered
by adventurous authors. If the story universe is to stay open, it is
with some stronger guidelines to help keep things in line with my
original creation. So if you consider these notes and guidelines to be
Jamie was stabbed and left for dead behind the club where she worked as a stripper. Sometimes things just don't work out the way we planned or hoped...
I sipped the tea the nurse had brought for me, it wasn't the nicest cup I'd tasted, it had the tang of 'institution' where they bulk buy catering packs. I suppose the NHS is a volume consumer and so on. I drank it anyway, the doctor was still with my dad, so I couldn't do anything anyway.
Harry Grant at 25 fell victim to the international criminal, Ron Simon, AKA the Switcher. Poor Harry had been mind-swapped with an old man of 65. Forty years of his life stolen in a moment…
"Granny, Granny, please tell us a story! Pretty please, Granny!" said nine year old Linda as she sat on the floor with her twin sister Julia.
They had on matching sky blue blouses and navy blue skorts which each had embroidered a red rose with green stem and leaves as well as the first initial of their name. They both looked precious in their white knee socks and black Mary Jane's. Each of them looked intently at me with their deep blue eyes, resisting the temptation to twirl their long blonde hair in their fingers, since they loved my stories.
Before I could answer, Julia burst out, "Tell us a new one, Granny! Pretty, please!"
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