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Bailey has lived in the shadow of his popular, cheerleader sister, Jessica, for as long as he could remember. Everyone loves her while he remains remarkably invisible. That changes when he tells his friends he can mimic all of his sister's cheerleading moves and gets forced into a bet he loses. While showing them he can do what he claims, one of his friends films it and puts it on the internet. Now everyone wants to know who the talented "girl" with all the moves is, including his sister and the cheer coach.
Like The Lost Boys, Wendell never grew up. He just stopped growing when he was very young.
As a very small man, his future seemed bleak and sad. Then he met Maggie who saw a
potential in him that no one had ever seen before.
Jessica and Luke are siblings who have experienced a whole world of pain and hurt in their short lives. When it seems that, for once, things are finally beginning to improve, a local drug gang invades their existence, and their world threatens to crumble down around their ears. Read on to see how they and their friends fight back.
Distant birds in Gabriel’s sky hang motionless, and the breeze ruffling through her brother’s soft curls ceases entire. The scene of the mighty slabs guarding the entrance to the Monument below sits frozen, and, unlike before, the page does not turn.
Everything remains still instead, as if suspended by Raphael’s previous words.
Akito had hinted to his folks that the team was a little different and our first session of the year brought home just how different it was going to be. Up to now we had all been using issued leotards that the school got cleaned for us. That evening Miss Ryoji presented us all with three sets of leotards.
Shannon O'Reilly was bullied and everything his older sister wasn't. When his sister Sarah gives him a chance to change things through a single wish things don't go as planned.
“We’re not objects!” Sophie chanted, backed by dozens of her friends and colleagues. “We’re not objects!”
“You go, girls!” A passer-by, a young woman in her early twenties, said, giving the picket line a thumbs up as she walked past them and into the vast concourse of Heathrow airport. Nevertheless, Sophie still felt uneasy.
Seeing the ‘Closed’ sign at the door Victor was just about to give Linda a call, terrified that he would have shown up at the wrong address and as a result be too late at what he considered his absolute last chance to get his old life back.
Be careful, for life is much cheaper here than where you live, and I will kill you if you abuse me. Lest you think that is an idle threat remember that a life sentence in a women’s prison in the UK would be infinitely better than the life I currently live as a so called free woman here.
This is a direct continuation to What It Takes To Survive. If you haven't, please read that story first!
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"... And that's the weather you can expect today. Now back to Alan in the studio who has updates on the story that has gripped our nation and the world"
I didn't remember when the radio had come on. Maybe it was back when the car did. I hadn't been listening then due to Mikey making small talk but it now had my attention.
“In the end, it was a cruise ship called Bastion of the Seas that picked up our faint distress signal during one of their trips and made the decision to go off course and investigate after calling it in.
They'd lost the signal soon after and considered it may have just been a misread but the captain made the decision to keep heading for the last known location.
The flare had given them all the confirmation they needed. The last flare, though faint, led them straight to us.
For myself, I had been trying to figure out where I stood with my new companions. Although I was dressed like a typical American student, I clearly did not fit with them because I looked, and spoke, more like the Japanese boys.
Sarah's Stiletto fitness class at the center ended. I was awarded certificates, one for Tim, and one for Karen. Somewhere on YouTube is a recording of our final recital. Of course, in it, I'm almost unrecognizable. It garnered some nice comments and likes at the time, and then pretty much dropped from sight.
There have been some changes since then; I moved in with Julie (she had the better furniture and view of the two of us).
I kept screaming. For help. In pain. In anger. I glanced down at Mikey who barely seemed to be moving. Ben had a twisted smile on his face. His eyes were red as the blood that had begun to stain Mikey's clothes. In the moonlight, it was clear to see that Ben was crying in creepy juxtaposition with the smile on his face.
This story revisits many of the characters and locations found in the first story in this series. The story can be read stand-alone, but it may be more enjoyable if you first visit or revisit ‘A Walk to a New Life’, which is listed on my stories page. Whatever you choose, enjoy it.
The story follows the changes in the life of Rory Sinclair, as his alter-ego, Samantha, becomes more and more significant in his life
For 35yrs the border between the Human Empire and Gorgonzola Empire as remained mostly peaceful. The citizens for the Human Empire of this border region are loyal to the last man, woman, and child to the Empire. It was on one of these worlds that gave birth to a legend. The world of Apollo 6 is one of the harshest worlds within the Empire. One so harsh that only it could claim to be the birth world of James J. Owens, the most feared of Death Dealers. A world that is even now poised to give birth to a new legendary warrior. One who shall be baptized in the blood of the Empire’s enemies. Robert Wolff youngest great grandchild of James Owens’ sister Cecilia Owens.
This is not a story but an incomplete transformation I started but lost interest in. I am giving this incomplete transformation up for "adoption" to any who are interested. I only ask for credit on the portion I wrote.
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