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The game is over, and reality will never be the same again.
“I can’t,” the girl snapped as she turned to glare. I thought the glare was directed at me for a moment before realizing that she was glaring at her white-feathered wing over her shoulder. “I don’t know how to use these things yet.”
Our story comes to an end with this installment. I am so grateful that so many people
seem to have enjoyed this story. That really is the paycheck for an author on BigCloset.
THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU to everyone who read the story and many extra thanks to those
who took the time to leave comments and critiques. Have a wonderful winter, or summer for
those of you in the southern hemisphere. I hope to be back with you all very soon!
It was 3:00 AM, and the Thief…opened the large, ornate door. That was it. He couldn’t believe it. If his trusted Agent of so many years hadn’t been the one to tell him, he wouldn’t have. They had met earlier that day, in the busy food court of the local mall, the smell of bad Chinese food heavy in the air, stale, tinny pop music playing from some hidden speaker above their heads.
The movie's production is underway, the surgery has been scheduled, and John is ready to become
a complete girl forever, but TMZ has evidence of John's true biological sex, obtained from an
unknown source. How can Bebe and friends persuade them not to make that evidence public?
As always, our heroine is in pretty deep and troubled waters.
We have a tradition at school that I’ve always hated. Dress Up Day is a monthly event, and both the boys and girls are expected to dress in their best on these days. That isn’t all either, we also have to address each other as either Mister or Miss, follow the strictest rules of etiquette, and be both mannerly and respectful of each other along with our teachers and any other adults visiting our school that day.
A Day in the Life -- teaser for the Stardust contest
This is not a fan fiction for the Whateley Academy series. This is my other entry in Bob’s Stardust R Us first anniversary story contest. This story has nothing to do with my Whateley serial period — no really, I mean it!
Imagine what life would be like if the bariers between realities were damaged. Or in this case, picture The Twilight Zone meets Monty Python with a touch of surealism thrown in for good measure.
As I struggled through the fog toward consciousness, the first thing I noticed was the overwhelming smell of perfume, accompanied by the no-less-permeating odor of cleaning fluid. My head was resting against some vinyl upholstery, and I could feel the persistent rumbling of an engine all around me. I wanted to open my eyes, but it seemed to take forever to make my body do anything at all. Instead, I just lay there and tried to figure out what the hell was going on.
I felt the world swing around, just for a second, then settle down and resume its steady rumbling. 'Wherever I am, I'm moving,' I thought. 'Feels like a bus. What am I doing on a bus?' I vaguely remembered leaving the gym, and walking toward my car, and then ... nothing.
A vignette about Tom's Golden Egg, just before he discovers it. No TG or Cross Dressing themes other than its connection to the original "Market Research". It just came to me this afternoon as I was waiting for Friday to end...
Hi everyone, Danielle here, just a quick note to all my readers out there. Many thanks for all the support shown me in the totally unexpected flood of E-Mails I received after I posted my first two stories.
While figure skating alone on a pond and trying to avoid the watery inlet, two big local looking short haired women in jeans and flannel shirts arrived on the scene complete with hockey skates, sticks and a puck. After lacing up they maneuvered on the ice aggressively and started shooting the puck down the ice. They seemed oblivious to me and in fact I had to dodge a couple of slapshots as I worked my figure eights, I felt a slam and was thrown into the water by a check. I heard a laugh and then one of them used her stick to pull me out.
This is not a fan fiction for the Whateley Academy series. This is an entry in Bob’s Stardust R Us first anniversary story contest. This story has nothing to do with my Whateley serial, period. No, really, I mean it -- cross-my-heart-and-hope-to-die.
Posting to Stardust defeated me, so Bob Arnold will post it for me. This a brief teaser.
Joanie films more NOVA and tests for that BBC Wales show. She's ambushed by a paparazzo and agrees to be the companion of a TV doctor. Babs and Joanie have a life-changing phone call. Our heroine meets a PBS legend and is filmed for This Old House. Work begins on her farm housing project. Joanie plans to teach a unique history seminar and gets bad news about the Smith's twins patent. Pinky reveals why Whateley labled her a dangerous student.
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?
After his mother dies the only option Kris has is to take his kid sisters to grandma's house. But Massachusetts to Maryland is a long way to travel on only $50. How will they make it, will grandma be able to keep them and what kind of life can they expect?
Baseball players are the most superstitious of all athletes. Andy has played baseball his entire life and is currently a Minnesota Twin in the twilight of his career. The Twins win a game after Andy shaves his leg for the first time. When the players decide that there is a causal relationship between Andy becoming more feminine and winning games -- all heaven breaks loose.
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