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Eli grew up on a ranch in Montana. He had heard about Incursions, Breaches, and the Titans that came through those breaches to slaughter some people and capture others. To him though, it had always been something that happened far away to other people. His life was forever changed though when a Breach opened near his home, everything he knew was destroyed or taken, and he ended up Altered.
My name is Marc and my story began like so many others that are considered as being ‘different’.
I was raised and influenced by a single parent household that consisted of my mother, twin sisters and me. Mother desperately wanted a third daughter that she would name Marcia; instead she dropped the last two letters and I became Marc. A stint at summer camp further ignited and fueled my feminine side.
'Alterations' continues the story of Stacy's journey from 'Exchanged' and 'Little Hope.' Stacy is a young college student who chose to travel to a new dimension to study their advanced computing technology at a prestigious university as an exchange student. Stacy thought he knew what he was getting into when he traveled, but multiple events show that he didn't plan for every problem he would encounter. Recently on a trip his adoptive parents adopted another Little, Bella, to help prevent her from being taken by unscrupulous Amazons. Stacy now begins orientation and classes at Emerson as the small family attempts to stay safe from the outside threat. Can Stacy manage to navigate college classes and everything the dimension can throw at him, and still make it back home with a degree? (Story set in the Diaper Dimension)
Author’s
note: Many years ago (don’t even think of asking how many) I read
a book by David Gerrold, published in 1973, called, The
Man who Folded Himself
It was a very different novel, and was actually nominated for a
Nebula and a Hugo Award. The idea for this came from that book.
Chapters 1 and 2 are loosely based on the beginning, but after that,
it goes it’s separate way.
This
is a story that will be added to when I have time, so please don’t
expect it in any particular schedule.
Thank you to Malady for editing this.
--Rosemary
The
Letters - Chapter 1
Chapter 1
It
had been a long time since Gregory had been to the home of his
grandfather.
I
know. Lots of stories start this way, but this is somewhat
different.
Let’s
resume.
Greg
took the key out of his pocket and looked around. He turned a
complete circle as he surveyed the property. There was nothing there
except weeds. The mailbox was destroyed entirely. It appeared as
though someone had driven by with a baseball bat and smashed it at
high speed. The post still stood, although the top was jagged, but
the mailbox was nowhere to be seen. He unlocked the door and entered
the house.
On
his twenty-first birthday, he had gained ownership, which was
strange. He hardly knew his grandfather. He would have thought that
someone else might have been willed the home, or the old man could
have sold it. It should have paid off all debts, but strangely, he
was the only beneficiary. There didn't seem to be any bank holding a
mortgage, or unpaid taxes. He wasn’t going to argue.
Ben's eyes told so much but his lips said nothing. He simply stared at us with that broken expression that had become his trademark.
In a quick action, he turned and sprinted away.
I started to follow but Mikey held me back, "don't" he said shaking his head briefly.
"He's going to go tell everyone!" I protested.
"Let him" he replied simply.
I looked up at him and he smiled. My eyes grew watery from dealing with so much emotion. He brought his face forward and kissed me on my forehead lightly before pulling me into a tight hug.
My dad was never one to go to church, nor one to talk about what he believed. As a teenager I asked him once if he believed in God and even now I remember his reply. He looked at me carefully from behind those antiquated black-rimmed glasses of his and said simply, “Doesn’t matter if I believe or not, son. God is either there or he isn’t. But this life, well, this life is mine to live as I choose.” At the time I was frustrated that he didn't answer the question; it wasn’t until much later that I realized he had in fact answered something perhaps far deeper.
Total number of drivers 40. Number of company teams 10. Number of tracks 20. Number of countries 12. Time frame 6 months. Number of Fallen Angels hooked on speed 2. The McGuire sisters are back and they’re out for blood in the newly founded International Stockcar Racing Association. After two years driving the Formula One circuit Professional Drivers Roberta Bobbie McGuire and her sister Elisabeth ‘Beth’ McGuire have made real names for themselves. The two young ladies took the world by storm in their first year by placing 3rd and 4th in the Championship points race. Now their plans and dreams of starting in the International Stockcar Association have come to fruition. The Fury twins plan to prove to the world they belong in Stockcar Racing. And they don’t care who they have to put into the wall to bring home the inaugural championship.
’Wee Chi’deedloh.
The project is finished.
Something new for the twins.
The man from N.A.S.A.
I am! Are you really sure!?
T’áá ákódí.
Finally some native music. ~o~O~o~ T-shirts ~o~O~o~ Well, is the project done? ~o~O~o~ There's still snow up here! ~o~O~o~ A great party for the twins. ~o~O~o~ A wolf and a feather? ~o~O~o~ The twins to day care. This should be interesting. ~o~O~o~ You really think that I could do that? ~o~O~o~ No, I'm not. Yes, you are. No, I'm not. Yes, you are! ~o~O~o~ T’áá ákódí.
Seeing my brother hiding down in the back of the Pickup phased me for a moment but it was only a moment. It would not do to show any favouritism with that almost ever present thorn in my thumb, my brother Walt.
I shook my head before saying,
“Out you get Walt. You know the drill!”
Walt slowly got out of the truck and sat on the floor. I didn’t need to tell him to keep his legs straight but crossed below the knee.
“Boss, shall I get some more cuffs from my vehicle?”
Gifted is set in a fictional world of Wekesa. It is a very short story about a young girl with a unique power. Gifted is NOT a transgender story. It is a tale I wrote a long time ago but I never posted it anywhere. This would be the first time anyone other than myself is reading it so I would love to hear what you thought about it. I hope you enjoy reading.
I woke up with a deep gasp clawing at the air around me. Successive heavy inhales of the cold, damp air caused me to let out wild coughs.
I was disoriented but my back, the base of my skull and forehead all hurt too badly to ignore.
I recoiled from the pain and all my sensations coming back all at once. My hearing followed suit and I recognized the sound of heavy rainfall.
"Where am I?" I thought to myself trying to ignore the pain. "I feel terrible".
The Ice Storm - A Linking Spell Story By Anon Allsop
This story was originally written six years ago. It was intended to be transformed into comic form but that fell through. I've held onto it for so long that I just decided to release it here. Hope you enjoy.
The Ice Storm
The freezing rain was falling hard, and had been for awhile. It was causing little pellets of ice to bounce off of the exterior of the house. Two college students on their winter break, stood at the window and watched the ice build on the streets, trees and walkways.
CHAPTER 7
I had no booze in the house for once, which was fortunate, as it would have left me in no state worth thinking about, and most definitely well away from the level of rationality I needed to find. I slept fitfully, the night lasting forever as I woke up over and over again, my car crash of a soul trying to find ways to put my life back together and failing dismally at the job.
Julian “Jules” Miller was just your average 17 year old boy. He was outgoing, charming, and confident. Being an extrovert made it so he ran in many circles. His charisma made it easy to go in and out of those circles. Lastly, having trust in who he was made it so easy to have three girls, Mia San Giacomo, Nina Sisto, and Torry Minot, as his best friends. The mature boy was so well versed in the song which was who he was that he was able to stay close friends with one of those girls, Mia San Giacomo, when she turned him down 2 years ago.
There was knock on the door and the Chief was there with the team, all in civvies. I gave him the key and pointed out the four doors it opened and Gwen and I went into my bedroom to shower and dress while they changed in my lounge.
“I think I have heard of them “I said, “Aren’t they a heavy metal band from the UK?” Jake nodded his head, “Yes, if Carl was still here he would be on his knees right now as Grog is his hero.” “Grog?” I asked, “I thought he was teetotal.” Jake laughed and said “No, I mean the nuggetty guy talking to Jock. His name is Greg Goggins and he has been known as Grog forever. He was rather attached to drink in his youth but has tried every drug known to man. It’s said he is totally clean now.”
When Caleb's sister offers to get him and Jess an opportunity to play-test a new Virtual Reality MMORPG, Caleb's vacation just may change his life and the lives of those close to him forever.
“What the hell happened here?” Pete asked as we looked over the bodies.
“Well,”
Mike started. He didn’t know how his wife would react, but Darryl
jumped in with both feet.
“I’d
like first dibs on dating your daughter.”
“Oh,”
was all Shelly could think of to say.
Tricia modeled her new clothes
for her parents and Darryl. Darryl didn't say a lot but was very
impressed. He had thought that Tricia was pretty before. Now there
was absolutely no doubt of her gender or the beauty that she would
have as an adult. He was pleased that he had acted quickly. Not only
was she a fox, she was one of the most beautiful inside as well.
I was up bright and early to get myself ready for school, I was still learning to prepare myself as a girl and wanted to give myself plenty of time. After a quick shower and shampoo, I put on my bra, knickers and a dressing gown and sat down to try to do my hair like Mam had done yesterday. It was awkward twisting my arm and wrist to try to get the brush in the right position to fill out my hair a bit while blow-drying it. Eventually I got it almost like she had done, gave it a final brush and a spray and I was happy. I decided that the more I do it , the easier and more natural it will become.
This is a story I did a few years ago and posted on Sapphire's. It's an attempt at Science Fiction and Adventure. At the time I wrote it, I had never read any of the Gor books. Now that I have, I'm surprised at some of the similarities.
The story is about Bill, who, through a travesty of justice gets involved with a dying boy. With the help of the boy's late uncle's writings, Bill is pulled into a strange, savage world.
Patrick Reece never went to college but ended up paying the bills by working in a diner. But he had a plan to better himself by writing original songs.
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Dedications:"For Emily"
For Stanman: "He was always there to offer a kind word and encouragement."
"In loving memory of
Robyn Lovelace
My life partner,
my life's love, my friend"
-- Karen J. Taylor
This site is dedicated to the
memory of lost friends
and particularly for
Jeanne Gerrib,
Rick Buhs, and
Bob Arnold.
-- Joyce Melton
Author’s
note: Many years ago (don’t even think of asking how many) I read
a book by David Gerrold, published in 1973, called, The
Man who Folded Himself
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