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In this chapter, Emily grapples with overwhelming grief. Struggling with guilt and memories, she begins to navigate the weight of loss with the gentle support of the Blake family. Small moments of kindness, like Lily's cheerful drawings and Mrs. Blake's quiet presence, offer Emily a fragile sense of comfort and hope as she starts to confront her pain.
When we left Billie and Kateri, they were the victims of a home invasion. The
story picks up from there.
I am going to put this particular story on hold for a little while, but Billie and Kateri
will be back fairly soon. Thank you, again for your support! ~Clara.
“Darling!” came a call from downstairs.
“Your agent is on the phone.”
I sighed. Despite me telling my agent more than once to use my mobile, she continued to use the landline.
“Ok. I’m coming.”
The morning as with many mornings recently, had not been that productive in terms of writing my next novel. I was sure that my agent, Agatha Smythe-Hall was calling to check on progress. I knew what I wanted to write but it would just not come out in any sort of even semi-readable text.
The News
A Short Story Contribution
By Maryanne Peters
I suppose that I had not much idea about the issues of intersex or transgenderism before Toxically Induced Sexual Morphosis (TISM) hit Ridgewick. Then it became not just the big news in town, but the only news. And the news is my business.
“Dorothy was a child, and she missed her home. Her Aunty Em. I left home when I was 21, and I don’t think I’ll ever go back even to visit. It’s not home anymore. And I’ll be honest: I’ve always thought Dorothy was an idiot for going back.”
She cocked an eyebrow in question and I said, “Have you been to Kansas?”
Will Andy's gift have strings attached? Will he be convinced into doing something he doesn't want to do?
probably. you're on bigclosetrus after all. (Streamer has second encounter with strange viewer)
After I'd left Lily and her collection of friends at the dunking booth, Clay and I found ourselves standing along. We've decided to watch the town's fireworks from the top layer of the town's observatory. The town's observatory was located on a high hill that was about two and a half miles from the end of main street. From the upper level of the town's observatory you could see the whole skyline of the town.
Necromantra (Malibu Comics) has discovered that political problems in Arielle's kingdom of Ulik have endangered the girl. The transmigrated hero has to find a way to join her stepdaughter in her kingdom far away, but one wrong move could destroy both mother and daughter. Fortunately, Necromantra has a knack for inducing people to do whatever serves her best while allowing them to go on thinking that they are in full control.
Mike gazed around the small living room of Susan’s flat. It was in a run-down tower block. He was quite used to this. Women like Susan never had much money for “nice things”. That’s what made them such a pushover.
Mike would flatter them. A little sugar always got the flies. It worked with real women, but with women like Susan, it was always easier. They were just craving for a man to approve of them as a woman. He knew just the right things to say to push their buttons. Many of them were lonely. They lost most of their friends and family doing what they do.
Louise took note of the number and suggested I ring it whilst we were present so they could listen in. It rang out for a while and I was just about to terminate the call when it was picked up.
When people think of Easter, I'm quite sure their minds would automatically conjure up images of colorful eggs, pastel colored Easter Dresses, attending Easter Mass down at their local parish church, mountains of chocolate candies, woven, straw baskets that are always overflowing with candy, toys, and of course king size chocolate bars.
Necromantic magic surged into the large stone room that had been Keir's tomb for three centuries. His new eyes took in the scene, the guards had raised their weapons. Six of them had drawn swords that glowed a purifying blue, raising them defensively against the ghostly hands which filled the room, while the remaining two pointed their arquebus-like weapons at his chest.
Drowning Before My Eyes From the Wyldheart's Call
A DC Comics Fanfiction
by:
ShadowedSin
She was the daughter of Batman and Talia al-Ghul. The greatest detective in the world, and the most hated woman who gave birth to her. Damian just wanted a quiet day out, a date at a gay bar with her girlfriends JInx and Raven. A night to break out of the mold forced upon her by the League of Assassins. But, the Waters of a dead villain and world ebb in her future. Black like tar and at the hands of Light, a force of nature and change.
What will Damian face once she has seen the tides threatening to drown her, and what she become? A monster, a hero, or perhaps something much-much more.
Principal’s office. A tired looking woman is shown in. The Principal rises and welcomes the woman.
Principal: I’m very sorry to have had to ask you to come here Mrs Dupont but we have received complaints from several parents regarding your daughter in the locker room.
Mrs Dupont (sighing and near to tears): Oh, no not AGAIN! Why can’t they let sweet little Bobbie alone. She has not harmed anyone. And I thought the court order would have settled all that. It clearly states that Bobbie is a GIRL!
Peaches is an unusual boy with an unusual school project -- he's going to spend his semester exploring gender roles in high school by living as a girl. Things get complicated but everybody learns something -- including Peaches!
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