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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.
Lois laughed. “Did you ever read No Exit by Sartre?
It starts off like this -- a guy ends up in Hell,
and the first thing he asks for is a toothbrush.”
“Um, I don’t feel like I’ve landed in Hell,” I told her.
“I hope you don’t feel that way.”
CHAPTER 5
Work was a new beginning for a time, as the three weeks or so of local slog kept me occupied, while the longer runs down West gave my mind the space and solitude to put things into a more sensible order than they had fallen into after the funeral. I played my music, I drove my wagon and I planned my days off, whether weekend or midweek.
It's about the oldest continuous memory I've got. Sure, I can remember flashes of stuff like a toy or an animal at the zoo, but this memory is like a movie. I'm standing with my sister in the wings of a stage in a theatre, watching the empty stage as the audience waits for the performance to begin. A spotlight comes on and my parents walk on stage. Dad is in a tux, as an adult I would say he was resplendent in a tux but I was only about six at the time and such words were not in my vocabulary. He was just my father and he was smiling, doing what he loved to do most - make music with my mother.
Thanksgiving was fast approaching. Despite a blisteringly hot summer, there was already some snow at higher elevations just to the west of Denver. Ma had said more than once that this was a sure sign of a hard winter ahead. I knew from bitter experience that her track record in forecasting the weather was better than any of the TV weather women.
Author's Note: When the text is alternating colors, please be aware that the scenes are alternating between the heroes.
The New Kid
Patrick Chatham entered the band room and nervously looked around. He
was new to the area, as his father was a pilot for an F-35, and had
just been transferred to Eielson Air Force Base.. Patrick was two
grades ahead for his age, and this was his 2nd semester of
ninth grade.
He carried his flute in and went to see the band director, Mr.
Thomas. Mr. Thomas had the flutes make room and placed Patrick with
the 3rd chair, until he had a chance to challenge.
I remember those few minutes after I regained consciousness so very well.
I opened my eyes and reached to my face. There was a tube in my nose. I knew immediately where I was, I was in the hospital. But then I looked at my hand. I looked at the back of my hand and it did not look right. I found myself thinking that my hand should be beautiful. That is needed to be smooth and soft and that the nails should be shaped and polished.
On the planet Zhor, as in most pre-modern societies, careers appealing to women can at first seem rather restricted. But in so complex a civilization as Zhor's, a capable woman -- if determined enough --may discover that some rather unique fields of endeavor lay open to her. Lady Caron thinks that she has found one that will suit her nicely.
This story is inspired by Ranbarth's novelette "The Lancer's Tale," available at Fictionmania.
It was a perfectly fine day.
My espresso was perfection: overly sugared with whip cream along the top.
The coffee kept me level-headed—zen in a cup. Nirvana. A way to get my mind to not think about the forty-five minute drive it took to get to work from the suburbs. I had no issues getting from my apartment to the local Starbucks and then onto the “they call it an interstate highway, but it’s a parking lot”, just like Joni Mitchell said.
Vantier a Whateley Tale.....Ancient and Powerful Vantier awakens in a foreign world, struggling to find her place in it.
He is saved from the death of his race and planet....to start all over again....but can she survive?
A human high school and being a teenager? Will she remember what was? And grow in power?
This Chapter---dealing with life's issues and a hidden danger GROWS!!
dun dun daaaaa!!!!!!
Well its been 2 years since I posted a chapter....so I guess its time?
Tammy spotted two figures trying to sneak up on Kat and Paul. She adjusts her scope and pulls the trigger. She drops one guy, and before he hits the ground, the other one falls as we.
Kat didn’t even hear the two guys sneaking up on her and Paul. She heard them drop as she looked behind her. She was glad, Tammy was an excellent sharpshooter.
“Thanks, Tammy.” Kat moves with Paul through the forest.
“Anytime, Kat.” Tammy had found a nice tree she could shoot from.
A collection of stories that re-imagine the Kingdom of Narnia
A world where the King of Narnia. Aslan the Lion,
knows and cares deeply about the lives of ordinary boys who long to be girls
CHAPTER 4
I signed, of course, and once home started the ritual of ringing round the other three firms with whom Mr Mossman had arranged job interviews. I found myself feeling an awful lot happier in myself; for the first time since a windy day in Northumberland I was seeing a future ahead.
based on the Chronicles of Narnia
by C. S. Lewis this story takes place shortly after this author's
A Brief Journey to Badger Wood
for Ronnie Most Visibly Brave
Despite the fact that they were the only two people in the laundromat at that hour, she came over to use the machine next to his.
She was tall. Her hair was blonde, in a short bob with slight curls. She wore makeup despite her clothing being casual. She was looking at his load of laundry.
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.
“Don’t look at me,” Nishalle stated with a frown. “I’m the younger sister, I was supposed to receive the talk not give it to her.”
"Granny, Granny, please tell us a story! Pretty please, Granny!" said nine year old Linda as she sat on the floor with her twin sister Julia.
They had on matching sky blue blouses and navy blue skorts which each had embroidered a red rose with green stem and leaves as well as the first initial of their name. They both looked precious in their white knee socks and black Mary Jane's. Each of them looked intently at me with their deep blue eyes, resisting the temptation to twirl their long blonde hair in their fingers, since they loved my stories.
Before I could answer, Julia burst out, "Tell us a new one, Granny! Pretty, please!"
Sure, Peaches is small and cute and makes a lovely girl; everyone says so. But Sky? More than six feet of champion male athlete and he wants to be a girl? How is that going to work? Can even Peaches help? Are Sky's hopes too high?
Shannon may now be a magical being but she still has to deal with the more mundane aspects of life such as settling in at school and working as a model! But danger is still out there, whether it is high school drama queens, disgraced ex-cops or malevolent supernatural forces. Shannon has to deal--but she does have her sister to help!
Sisters Forever I Wish Book 3 by Amethyst Buy on Kindle
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