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I suppose that I should have expected that my first day in the CID office in Loughborough Police Station would follow my previous days through school, university, and the Police College.
“Sorry, son, the juvenile court is in the next building.”
Campfire Stories, Urban Legends, and Ghost Stories.
By
Cerrridwen Circe Whitethorn
Introduction:
Hello, I'm Cerridwen Circe Whitethorn, I'm seventeen and I'm a Junior at Benton Academy. I'm also an Adventure Scout and I've been one since I turned fourteen. The slim pamphlet you're holding in your hand right now as you read these words is the product of four months of investigative journalism and paranormal research.
Caught dressed in a little girl's dress, Alex must explain himself to his
judgmental mother. He also finds himself befriended by the teenager who lives down
the hill and has to make some decisions about how he is going to proceed from here.
Easy As Falling Off A Bike.
by Angharad & The Killer Kitten.
part 79.
I sat and watched Simon, he looked as tired as I felt. We had been talking maybe an hour, yet it felt like a month. I hoped it was still sunday, but if it wasn't I thought I might just about understand.
“Eric was an outcast, right?” Samantha posed. “Erika however is the envy of every girl in Camp Kumoni. She is fun and thoughtful.”
“Can’t Erika be popular without dating guys?” Erika asked.
“Yes, but you have to do it correctly so that the camp doesn’t think you are a bitch, or a snob or else you’ll end up just as secluded as if you were back at school.”
"These powers of yours are asking me to be a baby sitter?"
"Heaven forbid. He has an older sister for that. He will be wanting a companion, like, a pal, if you get my meaning."
"Thirteen year old girls, in the eighth grade do not pal around with eleven year old boys."
Tim laughed. "Even I know that, lass, you being in the eighth grade and all, but the Powers had something different in mind. They were wanting you to go as a boy again..."
The emotional roller coaster continues, read on.....
Easy As Falling Off A Bike.
by Angharad & Bonzi Cat,
part 78.
My experience of men and I suppose boys, was mostly negative. They either jeered at me or beat me up. Standing here with Simon, I began to realise that he might have similar experiences with women, albeit, with less physical violence.
Upon hitting the ground, Lizzie Jane saw the huge head of the tyrannosaurus rex coming toward her very fast, mouth open with sharp 13 inch teeth. This was the king of the dinosaurs, which, with one bite from his massive four-foot jaws, could snap any backbone. She didn’t have time to get up and run. Even if she could, a T-rex could run 40 miles per hour.
The Long Journey
(A Lizzie Jane Adventure) Chapter 8
Kris yet again worked miracles, not because the script was bad, but because she was having a really crappy day, her laptop has been pronounced D.O.A. and she still managed to get this back to me. Well done Kris!
She took it and opened it up, peering in at the picture of Mama that always smiled at me from inside it. Once again, just like every time I set eyes on that tiny image of her, I wished that I'd've had the courage to really know Mama. Granny poked at it, muttered under her breath, snorted once or twice as she cussed at it, then snapped it shut and handed it back.
The Group, A Tale of Talespinners by Edeyn Hannah Blackeney
Copyright October 2007
My entry for the, "What It Was, Was Magic!" contest on Stardust.
I hope you all enjoy it, it was fun to write and think about the old folks back where I grew up, talking and rocking on their porches. Just barely over 2000 words, this one.
This chapter is the introduction to the wildest ride any ten year old will face -- yes, Lizzie Jane turns ten years old in this chapter.
The wild ride is yet to come, but events in this chapter will shed light on events in the next chapter. Without this knowledge, a lot of people will not understand the exploits of our Lizzie Jane
The Long Journey
(A Lizzie Jane Adventure) Chapter 7
This is the continuing story of a young transgendered woman who's fallen in love with someone who demonstrates, through every day actions, what unconditional love really means.
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I was sitting at an outdoor patio sipping on a cup of tea and watching the world walk by. It was a beautiful spring morning and I was luxuriating in the feel of the sun warming my face for the first time since the end of the long winter. To the average person, I would hardly have been noteworthy.
The summer had waned, giving way to the cool days of autumn. The leaves had
turned giving us a last burst of color before succumbing to the north winds
relentless onslaught. As usual, I had frittered away the summer. I had plans
mind you, I just never carried them out. To some extent, it was laziness but it
I’m not sure why I choose the path that I choose that morning, maybe it was born out of some frustration over the situation that I found myself in, or the deep desire to keep a loving family together. However, I do know that I have never regretted it since.
A school for superpowered children seemed like a good idea and definitely a change from fighting mad geniuses and superhuman brutes. But who knew that helping set up a school for super-powered teenagers would be so challenging? Not to mention dangerous and exciting...
"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!"
What would you do to get ahead in life, in love? Would you turn your life upside down; move to a foreign country; abandon your job, your home, your family? But you wouldn't change your sex! Would you?
Getting Ahead in Romance by Maryanne Peters Now on Kindle
Rob Wescott was unlucky when it came to love. That harmless statue that his ex sent him and he left by his bed turned out to be not so harmless when he woke the next day.
Rob, now Bobbi had to make a new life for herself. But would she continue to be unlucky in love?
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