I might have a new ally in my quest to bluff my way through Charlene's life. If I can keep her from ripping my head off, that is.

Call for Help
A Short Story
By Maryanne Peters

I could hear the distress in her voice, my little Hannah: “Help Daddy. Mommy is really sick. Please come.” A heart-rending call for help.

“I can’t do that sweetie,” I explained. “Daddy is not allowed to be with you without the special ‘yes’ that I told you about, remember?”

“Please Daddy, please,” she said. I could hear Melody crying in the background. The sound of both of my children in distress was too hard to stand. What father could refuse to act, even in the face of the Court order.

 
It's still here!

Blue Moon

by Donna Lamb

Much was revealed the day before.
After coming to terms with the church, Lillyn is eager to call her friends.
It is time to make some plans.
But maybe she is in for a surprise too.

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Dawn says “ the thing is you felt her being killed with your vampire powers it means your devloping into a powerful vampire now my sister”. Willow says “ you know what will be good if Angela is turn into a vampire and she could help in attack on Ethan”. Buffy knew at her at watcher acadmey about the retired slayer.

Princess of Castile

By Jennifer Reed
Thomas meets some new people at the wedding reception

Is there anything worse than leaping back into my female doppleganger's body while she's having sex with a guy I hate? Maybe ... the aftermath?

Patsy Power Part 11

She went on to tell us that when the band was young, Ashley and Georgina were into drink but then gravitated to weed, on to cocaine and was now dabbling with heroin. She, and the rest of the band, were clean and intended to stay that way.

The Other Side of Me – Part 7
by Limbo’s Mistress

It took me longer to recover my wits than I would have preferred. I wasn’t sure which was the more distressing. The fact that Charlene was cheating on Jackson with her friend’s boyfriend. Or the fact that said boyfriend was none other than Danny Morris, the asshole bully from high school.

“What?” I spat, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand to get the taste of Danny out of it. “What the hell?”

“Is that cherry I taste?” he asked playfully, seemingly oblivious to the rage coursing through me. “My favorite.”

Andy's habit of dunking his maple bar had consequences...

The Tour Proceeds To the Conclusion

The first set of gigs went well; we travelled to the venue in the bus, did our show, and came back again. Cambridge was full of drunken students and Colchester was full of drunken soldiers but the others were good. It was when we went up to Birmingham that things went strange.

A random little drabble of a story that came to me.