Continuing the challenge of raising everyone's boredom threshold!

Easy As Falling Off A Bike.
by Angharad & Mark Twain.
part 38DD (my cup runneth over).

I rushed into the admin block and stopped, toilets, I needed toilets. I spotted the sign just in the nick of time, scurrying for the door before I made a mess and a fool of myself.

It was supposed to be an ordinary party

Serial boredom for the beginner, easy reading.

Easy As Falling Off A Bike.
by Angharad.
part 36.

College Girl
By poetheather
Chap 16

After another fight with ANOTHER girlfriend, Jake asks "God, why are men and women so different?”
...and GOD answers him!

‘What’s up?’

‘Oh God, oh God, oh God!’

‘O hell, don’t go all religious on me. Tell me what’s wrong?’

The reviews page for a tale posted on the transgender-fiction site "HyperGraphia" in the year 2017 turns into a forum for the discussion of unsettling world events. The fact that few of these 22 reviewers seem able to stick to reviewing the story is somewhat understandable, given the unprecedented peril our planet faces. This is...

The continuing saga of the perils of transitioning, boys and drink.

Easy As Falling Off A Bike.
by Angharad.
part 34.

I went out into the street with Big Mac and the others, some of whom were fooling around or joking, there was a sort of party atmosphere which was unusual for a thursday night.

College Girl
By poetheather
Chap 15

I woke up entwined with Meredith. It was a glorious start to my second day of Rush week. Getting to see the other houses was really cool and I liked that, despite the country music. I was actually glad that Nadia had managed to arrange for me to do this. It was certainly an eye opening experience.

I hugged Meredith and extracted myself from her embrace. My bladder had woken up and it was a bit urgent. Being in her arms was wonderful but some things were too important to put off. I really needed to pee and slowly wound myself out of her arms.

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Easy As Falling Off A Bike.
by Angharad.
part 33.

I reflected on the beating my father had given me, it was one of many such reflections. I hadn't hit anyone since primary school, when Mary Smith took the doll I was playing with, so I decked her. In the jungle that was primary school it seemed much more acceptable besides she got her own back after I pulled the wheels off her pram, she whacked me over the head with a toy guitar. I think I still have a small scar somewhere near my crown.

Chapter 17 — The surprises.

At some point during the night Sandra lowered her head and laid it on Nibs' chest and they both fell into a restful sleep.