Paul was your typical waste of skin cruising through life. If you asked his mother to describe him, she would tell you he was intelligent, hansom, and the biggest underachiever she had ever met. Paul was going absolutely nowhere. He filled his days with a dead end job and his evenings with television and marijuana. That was, of course, before THEY came looking for the “Guardian”.

All right, first things first. There is NO TG or CG content in this. It's bloody, dark, and rather unpleasant. It's also important in setting the stage in the latter stages of the Tale of Jet and Quartz, and adds a great deal of depth to one of the major characters in that tale. If it looks like this is going to bother you, then skip this, and spare me the angry e-mails. You have been warned.

Well, I guess I'll be nice and let you know just how things go from that VERY unfortunate place I left you last time. I'd say I was sorry, but I'm not.

But before I continue, allow me to remind you that more of this story, and the entirety of the MORFS universe, wich includes many, many more excelent pieces of fiction, can be found Here

Easy As Falling Off A Bike.
by Angharad.
part 10.

Stella led me out to the driveway, Simon was loading my broken bicycle into his boot. "Cor this is light isn't it?" he remarked about my bike, "carbon fibre, I suppose."

Easy As Falling Off A Bike,
by Angharad,
part 9.

Eventually the shenanigans on the floor stopped, Stella helped me to my knees and then to my feet. I felt extremely stupid and embarrassed and was blushing like a stop light. Simon still lay on the floor convulsed with laughter, Stella was also chuckling. She looked at me seriously for a moment and said, "Now you've lain with him you'll have to marry him." This brought a further fit of guffaws from the floor and she dissolved into giggles at her own joke.

There really isn't a lot to say here. I stew the pot some, some repercussions unfold, and in general, things progress logically. If you don't kill me for this clifhanger, there are a few later that you will kill me over, I'm sure. So let's get to it then, eh?
(Oh, and if you want more of this universe, or for some strange reason want to write in it, the complete universe, and the submission rules, are at: http://morfs.nowhere2go.org so I hope you have fun)

Spider Man
By Missy Crystal

Some people are born men and others have being a man thrust upon them. Petula Barker was an ordinary research assistant until she accidentally injected herself with spider venom. Three days later, she woke up as Peter Barker. After he is caught dressed in her clothes and carrying her purse, he is arrested and has to convince the police that he is really she or vice versa. A female to male transformation story for the often neglected side of our transgendered community.

THE SENTENCE
CHAPTER 5
BY
Jillian Spears

Well as days go our little Jilly is having what you might call a very interesting one. Seems her major crush now knows of her plight, and as faith would have it. She ends up being the one who is going to take care of Jilly all day at the up coming birthday party. I wonder just how that is going to turn out? So many surprises

Easy As Falling Off A Bike.
by Angharad.
part 7.

Stella waved me to stay put, while she went out the bedroom door and I heard her call back, "Hi Simon, back already, is it still raining?"

My heart was pounding,I wanted to quieten it in case Simon could hear it downstairs. Compared to this, the pounding in my ears from a hard hillclimb, was nothing. I felt really frightened, who was Simon?

College Girl
By poetheather
Chap 4

Somehow I made it through lunch without screaming. I was getting frustrated by the constant correcting. Nadia had whispered something to Gwen, who passed it to Meredith who smiled and nodded. I knew something was up and almost bothered to worry about it, but I had gone beyond caring. They were winning and now I was going along for the ride. After all, the only thing I could do was quit, which I wouldn’t do. I had given my word.

This like many of my stories came to me in a dream, and then was written in a single sitting. I was thinking about the dongle in the story as I need one myself to get my second monitor working, I have one already but a second would be handy.

Some liberties have been taken both with the actual adaptor and with the IT department and it’s network. Mainly as they mean the story works.

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Here's a story I wrote several years ago and posted
on another web site. I hope to get a wee bit more

Easy As Falling Off A Bike.
by Angharad.
Part 5.

"So where did you do your Yak breeding?" I asked tongue firmly placed in my cheek.

"Oh that?" she almost casually dismissed, "in a yak nursery, we used to have one but swapped it for a microscope."

"For a microscope?" I asked in amazement.

"Yes my fiance used to treat testicular cancer in ants."

"Ants have testicles?" I asked, the conversation was surreal but it was fun.

"Where do you think baby ants come from?" she demanded.