Celeste Rawlins moved with practiced efficiency through the eastern lot of Millridge State Park, her footsteps nearly silent on the forest floor. The afternoon sun filtered through the trees, casting dappled shadows on the path ahead. After her morning classes had finished, she'd decided to follow up on the unsettling energy readings from yesterday's reconnaissance with Erica.

Chapter 8

The following morning, Willow told her father about Brent going to buy the drums and that the account will be emailed.

“You can pay for them out of my account, Dad, and transfer a thousand to the debit card account I use. When Maisie takes Gina and me into Coventry, I’d like to take them to a decent lunch. The way that Maisie has pitched in with everything is amazing.”

“That’s all right. I’ll do that tonight. Just make sure that you’re not Miss Moneybags. You may need that nest egg later on.”

“I’m not saying you don’t have good family members. Shit, you’re in it, so of course it does. But as a family, it’s fucked up. Know what I’m saying? It’s like, they don’t know the meaning of the word. What family’s supposed to be all about.”

By Penny Lane and Iona Laing

CHAPTER 81
We landed in the afternoon, just after a rain squall had blown through; the place was a lot wetter than WA, that was clear. Maz had the window, and as we descended towards Changi, she was almost dancing in her seat, pointing out places that I couldn’t actually see, as Ish was already leaning over her for his view. I would just have to see it all from ground level.

“This was the military airfield originally, Mike. Alan’s Dad used to go to the beach here. There was a place called the South China Sea Club, but it was just palm thatched huts, a bar, a juke box and a local man cooking chips in a wok over a gas ring. On the floor. Such changes!”

Security Training Center Number 2:
Jake and Jessica look at the young fifteen-year-old teenage girl standing before them. She was wearing the black skintight outfit they had given her to wear. The suit had sensors built into it to monitor her vitals.

“Alright, Brandi. First, you’re going to stretch, so we can get a baseline on what your body is doing.” Jessica was standing near the monitors and already getting basic readings from the suit.

A Hillbilly Funeral
By
Rebecca Anna Coleman
Part One of Three

I took a deep breath and slowly I released it. My heart was beating like a jack-hammer, and once more I firmly gripped the rectangle shaped NES controller. For endless days I've been battling the never-ending horde of monsters, killing and slashing my way through the many acolytes who wanted to plunge fair land once more into eternal darkness. I'd searched the land from one corner to the other, seeking out hidden knowledge. 

Chapter 25: Mother's Training

Chapter 23: The Trial

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A Very Rough Draft of Chapter Fall of Wildcat Fall; suggestions are appreciated

Besides being long in the past compared to the time onthe Earth I came from, there was a major difference, and it had to do with restrooms. I was 4 when my parents first spoke with me directly about it.

“Kevin, you’re going to go off to school pretty soon, and you’re going to have a choice.”

“What’s the choice?” I asked, not yet connecting this with what I’d heard about restrooms and thinking I was going to get to choose between different schools.