Chapter 7

I watched deep blue lighten to gray, felt that extra stillness, extra
quiet of a weekend morning in a strictly-business downtown. Standing by
the hotel window, I stared down the long, straight, empty streets of
this place I didn't know, at all the hopes and happiness, despair and
desperation sheltering under the endless neat rows of roofs, beneath

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The Greatest Lie
Chapter 7
Discipline

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Easy As Falling Off A Bike
by Angharad
part 253.

Exhausted and feeling quite ill, I lay on my bed. I needed to know what had happened to the thug who had died in hospital. Had I actually taken a human life, me the brave soul who feels upset at running over beetles in the road. I was really upset with myself.

I went to talk to Tom. He was busy in his study, I knocked and entered.

Lost, and found again
His wife has died, and his grief consoled only in his dreams. It is there that the woman he loved is closer to him than could imagine.

"It's never hard to know what boys are thinking," Maisie said.

"Or what they're looking at," Susan added.

Annette goes to the Gulf Coast Champions headquarters and finds out a bit about herself.

Fadeaway 3

by

Paula Dillon

The guys at work liked Ernie. Without much conversation at all, they always knew he was somehow different, but he could outwork any operator there, and he was good for a little joking now and then. Would Ernie's secret ruin everything?

The Story of Tarja -- Chapter 10

Easy As Falling Off A Bike
by Angharad
part 251

I ran over to my car, Stella's bag was still down in the footwell. I felt my eyes tear up. They had taken her.

"What the hell is going on?" Tom was stood by my side.

"They've got Stella."

"Who's got Stella?"

"Those bastards, the Russian ones."

"How do you know?"

"I recognised the one who tried to take me."

You always worry, can they see? Is there something, maybe the way
you've let your hand relax or your wrist bend, despite all the times
you've caught yourself and clenched your fingers, straightened the
curve. Something -- the way you hold a hand to your mouth? Or tilt your
head? Why do you hook your knees together when you sit: ankle on

The Greener Mile
By Goldie Hunter

Darryl finally gets to go home . . .