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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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Catherine awoke in almost the same position as the previous night but arousal was nowhere near her mind as she made her way to the bathroom and held her head while on the toilet. After a very long hot shower she felt considerably better and made her way downstairs with a slight grimace of amusement at the sound of Bobby in the shower.
By the time he made it down she was sipping on coffee, having already set up the makings of breakfast. He leaned over for a kiss and when they broke mumbled “Mmmm, you taste like coffee…”
Troy, Amy, and Samuel follow behind Mr. Bounty and Cheshire as they step outside. Just as they stepped outside a huge black wolf comes running up to Jack.
“That’s a huge wolf.” Troy couldn’t believe how big the wolf was. He figures it had to be about the same size as a werewolf or dire wolf.
“That is the legendary demon wolf, Chaos. A wolf you don’t want to mess with.” Gina had been standing nearby when her father and their guest came out.
“What makes him so legendary?” Samuel looks at Chaos and wonders what makes him so dangerous.
The arrival of the supposed ‘Downsizing Experts’ the following day proved to be rather an anti-climax. They talked the talk but didn’t really persuade Vivienne that the services that they offered were what she really needed.
Their estimates of the costs for their services based upon their inspection of her home and garden made Vivienne gasp with surprise.
“That is an awful lot. It seems rather excessive,” she said to one of the three companies.
The hurt and pain are too much. Being rejected by her parents was the last straw, it was time. S/he may have thought it was time, but plans can and do change.
I’d like to wind the clock back about three years.
Hell, three years, five months, two days, seven hours, four minutes, and forty-nine seconds. Yeah, that’s when everything went kaboom.
Yes, put your hands into the “okay” sign, then put them together and then flick them away from each other and make an explosion sound with your lips.
You now know the thought going through my skull when my fiancé left me. WE WERE TOGETHER for five years. FIVE.
The Other Side of Me – Chapter 14
by Limbo’s Mistress
Thankfully, the conversation during the ride to the party steered clear of any talk of my newly realized sexual orientation. The disturbing revelation was something that would need a more in-depth examination when, not if, I was permanently back in my own body. Until such time, my main priority was keeping up the Charlene pretense. So that’s what Shelly and I focused on.
This time I know I crossed a line.
And paid no heed to the warning signs.
The feelings within me, there all of my life.
As I held them in, they cut like a knife.
I need to release what’s been trapped inside.
Out into the day and no longer hide.
It has all been my fault, of this I do know.
For just not allowing, my true self to show.
I’m surrounded by people, and yet I’m alone.
I dwell in my own house, but I’m not at home.
I’ve lived most of my life, hiding inside a shell.
Tossed a fortune in hopes, into the wishing well.
Memories of time lost, and torturous pain.
Are embedded and grate, there inside my brain,
I searched for the good, but found only despair.
Would often give up with, no emotion to spare.
Belladonna's "Hiding in Hose" (mother seizes corporate control from her son and transforms him into her maid): perhaps it's a dark tale rife with unfairness; alternatively, perhaps it's a moral tale of just desserts. This is my (unauthorized) tribute, Fanfiction, to one of the best FM authors. It is set 15 years after Belladonna's story. Any overlaps in copyright I cede to her.
Special
thanks to Malady for his help in editing this!
This
story is the sequel to One Sunday Morning, a piece I posted on
9/2/20. A couple of people expressed interest in what happened with
Garnet’s friend Jill. I was rather curious about it as well. Thus
this story started to take shape. For about a week, then sat on my
hard drive for awhile. I decided I wanted to find out more about
Jill, and started working on it again. Hope you enjoy!
A
word of warning for those who might object. These stories have a
definite Christian leaning.
One
Summer Sunday –
Sequel to One Sunday Morning
Garnet
drove.
She
was on her way to Joplin, Missouri, to pick up her friend, Jill.
They
had worked together in Saint Louis, at a major hospital there, but
when Jill came out as trans-gendered, she was
abruptly
let go by the administrator.
AGD
The After-effects of Chemically Induced Acute Gonadal Dysfunction
A Scientific Paper (of a sort)
By Maryanne Peters NSD MN (Hons)
The above is an extract from a story that appeared in the Des Moines Register on April 1st 2018. The publication date made many readers consider the story a prank, but among medical researchers the presence of Acute Gonadal Dysfunction is well known, although research is limited by its rarity.
It was Mom who forced me think about what it was that would make me happy, and funnily enough, or maybe not, it was not so very different from what made her happy. I too wanted a husband, a home and a family, but those seemingly simple things turned out to be not at all simple to acquire, and I went through considerably more anguish before I met Evan.
Thanks
to Malady for his help editing and for ideas.
To
Return Home 2.2
"I
don't give a damn who
it is, Bernie! I don't want you linking with anyone down there
again!"
I
stopped on my parent's porch. I had been reaching out to open the
door, but now, hearing Daddy yelling, I wasn't sure I wanted to walk
in on them. All three of us girls had a standing invitation to
simply walk in, as did all of them, including Mama and Daddy, at our
homes.
I
had a particular reason to not want to walk in on this particular
squabble. Mama was doing a favor for me. Apparently Amos was able
to connect to others again. It frightened all of us. What was to
stop him from trying to control us? I was very much afraid.
Controlling me was something he might want to do to get to John.
There's something in the water, no literally! Some THING huge and ugly with destruction on its mind.
It's a fight that's going to require the best the community of masks can muster -- a gathering of heroes like no one has seen before! The call goes out, the threat will be met -- for the world is in
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