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In this chapter, Emily navigates a day filled with grief and reflection as she bids farewell to her mother. Amidst the weight of the occasion, small moments of kindness and support from those around her offer glimpses of comfort and strength, helping her take the first steps toward healing.
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She stayed in Japan after the breakup of her first J-Pop band, Texas Belles. The other American members went their own ways, some of them back to the states.
But no one in Japan ever knew Sam, the American bass-playing boy who joined his sister’s band and helped make them a hit. Sam is Ayumi now, as real as a girl can get. And she wants to keep doing what she does best.
CHAPTER 37
I fought down the urge to panic, looking round at our surroundings. The path led in two directions, one being straight up to what was clearly the summit caldera, zigzagging as it went, while the other stretched out to each side, looking as if there was a circular walk around the peak. I remembered reading that the final cone was some sort of special reserve, and it still looked a sizeable chunk of height left to gain..
The girl behind the counter had taken pity on him and placed a glass of water on the counter near the corner. He came in drawn by the smell of freshly roasted coffee, but he could not afford one. He had just enough for the ticket home, or so he hoped. Or a ticket part way and then dodge the conductor. Either way it was a failure to go back there. He would be marked when he walked down the street.
Bill seemed a lot more confident as he left and he smiled as he looked me in the eye. I was pleased for him and hoped Emily was satisfied that he was an honest employee.
Ms Latimer seemed to want to get back to report to her manager so she excused herself leaving Emily and I alone.
Constant in All Other Things 2
Chapter Five
by
Fakeminsk ([email protected])
“Friendship is constant in all other things
Save in the office and affairs of love:
Therefore all hearts in love use their own tongues;
Let every eye negotiate for itself
And trust no agent.” Much Ado About Nothing
Freedom, oh freedom I was longing for you
Sitting alone in the dark, feeling so blue.
Pretending to be someone I didn't even know.
Stopping me from ever being able to grow.
Freedom, oh freedom what a crazy concept to think about.
I have been working hard to find you, feeling almost burnt out.
I was worried I will never find you, feeling empty inside.
I felt like staying in the dark, which was my only place to hide.
Okay, so I have a few things to say here. First off, I am deeply sorry for the very long hiatus. It’s been kind of a tough time for me and writing just isn’t coming as easily anymore. If you’re wondering, no, I have no plans to cancel this story. It will still go on. My goal is, by the end of October, I want to have at least 100,000 words written. That just feels right, 100K words in 1 year. Anyway, what I wanted to state is that I want to get more serious with my writing, and will hopefully come up with a schedule to do so. Will try to go back to 10K words per month, maybe more. Hope you all understand.
Oh, by the way, “Parallel Lives” is on hiatus. I probably won’t be posting any of that story until it is completely finished.
If you ever go into the principal's office you will notice that sitting right of the desk is an old fashioned doll that is sealed in a glass case. At the bottom you will see a sign that reads. “Warning: This doll is cursed, please do not touch it, and please do not touch the glass case.” Many think that this is a joke. But there is a good reason for the doll being sealed up and locked away in the principal's office.
Now I had a label,
and Meredith’s permission to use it. I wasn’t sure if I liked the fit
of it, but it certainly sounded a lot nicer than what Nathan had called
her last time he and Dad were gossiping about her.
Nikki let out a long sigh as she was woken by the sound outside her flat. She'd lived in or near the centre of London for her whole life, so she was used to the sound of pedestrians, of traffic, of businesses and of the countless other sounds generated by the nearly nine million residents of the vast city. What she was not used to, however, was the sound of silence.
It had been exactly one month to the day since the Prime Minister had addressed the nation, saying the words that Nikki and countless others had dreaded to hear.
The week was, indeed, quiet as I went through the joy of my period. It didn’t stop me making the dress for Collette. She wanted something with a shirtwaist top and three-quarter sleeves.
The skirt was full to the knee and she could jazz it up with puff petticoats to look very fifties. I made a very similar one for myself as I thought it would be interesting if we appeared together that way.
When she came over on Wednesday she tried it on and it was a perfect fit as well as being exactly what she imagined.
Lately, I heard a mother shout to her daughter "Go! Get changed!" at the local swimming pond.
This triggered my funny bone and fantasy. Add to this someone here on BC stating he/she/they
wanted to pack a transformation into 500 or 1000 words and write it in one run through...
... and you get the background for this piece of ???
Have fun!
Louis Vaughn, could never quite figure out what it was that he had done but he'd become a man in demand. That demand had come about very much either by accident or the luck of being in the right place at the right time, he’d carved out a second career as an escort. No, not the dirty sort of escort but a person who could be relied upon to behave properly when they are in the company of women and in particular the women who called upon his services. The other sort of escort was not what Louis was about.
Now that we are done with the Prologue, the POV will shift from individual to individual. As such, it is no longer 3rd person Omniscient but 3rd person narrative. Meaning if the character can’t see it then the story won’t show it.
"Go back to your room and clean up. I'll send Paul up to you later,"
Frankie said.
I staggered to the stairs. I felt Frankie's "deposit" trickling out of me. I clip, clopped up the stairs. My head was swimming. Terry was
screaming in my head.
"You just came from being fucked by a man, you must be gay now,"
I was thinking. "I have to act like this, or I will die. I must think l and a woman to stay alive."
Gakkou No Kaiden
The Shadow Army of the Takanda Clan
Did you know the grounds upon which Satoyama High School was built was once a battlefield? During the Sengoku period an army of five thousand ashigaru and two thousand samurai were led into this valley by the famous Takeda Clan general Akiyama Nobutomo. Their goal was to take over this valley and take the castle that commanded the crossroads and allowed garrison the view of the surrounding countryside.
If healing meant changing genders and also species, would you? And how about protecting this new found technology? This gender-bending sci-fi tale takes you to strange worlds as those transformed protect their new people from destructive humans.
The first 2015 publication of Doppler Press was Heather O'Malley's
Geoff Greenfelder's discovery should have changed his life by rocketing him up the ladder of academia . Instead, it changed his life in ways he never could have imagined. After partaking in a sacred ceremony by the Amazonian tribe he discovered, everything in his life changes, including his very own body. What should have been an occasion for joy becomes a trauma Geoff must work through. His only hope for returning his life back to normal is finding the answers that lie in unraveling the mysteries of the tribe before he can return to it.
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