Witches
A Short Story
By Maryanne Peters

You do not choose your religion, almost all adopt the religion of their parents. And sometimes the religion that you are born into cannot be described by a word. So, I have always said that I was raised as a wiccan. I can call myself a wiccan. But that is not quite true.

I'd been debating how to get back home or to my car. I wasn't sure if I would get in trouble if I went back for it. I was standing outside the ER entrance when a human projectile came at me and literally jumped into my arms and told me to take her home.

Helped by the prudery of that time, Georgia had very little difficulty in hiding his condition. After all, there was only one small part of him that could give him away, and that was enveloped in a quantity of skirts that were meant to hide even the faintest suggestion of what lay beneath.

Ron and Jessica are organising their 'underground railway' to get Terri's sperm to the authorities without compromising Terri's location.

Golfing with Mom

This started out as a short story about princesses, somehow I got lost.

I was the youngest of three siblings growing up. My older sisters Kat and Debbie were both older by a year or two. My mom Joanne, and dad John, were products of the war generation which made my siblings and me ‘baby boomers’. I grew up in a suburban neighborhood and had a middle-class neighborhood upbringing.

Instrument
A Short Story
By Maryanne Peters

It all seemed easier that Manny had imagined. It certainly helped that he had a well-thought-out plan to follow. A plan that he would never have been able to formulate. Not in a million years.

Veronicas future comes more clear as she talks with the other witches about her dream

Chapter 9

CHAPTER 46
Carol, naturally, had prepared a solid and spicy meal for us all, and I settled down at the table with a sigh of anticipation. One drawback of bike rallies is the food, as it is almost always of the kind best suited for drunks: greasy, salty and usually in a bun. What Carol offered was heavily influenced by Indian cuisine, but there was always a surprising twist courtesy of Peter’s expert foraging. Nettle soup was a regular starter, and I experienced all sorts of seasonal surprises from them, such as different sorts of mushroom, or what he called the ‘cheese’ from thistle heads mixed into salads made up of leaves from a huge variety of plants.

(This story was commissioned by a dear Patron of mine, Julia Michelle. For more of my stories or if you want to see me write out your story idea you can check out my Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/Fibaro )

Intro

Our intrepid Wizard Du jour is sheltering in place with Murphy, the love of his life. Things are quiet, the physical and magical worlds have paused, and the loving couple can finally relax and get down to business (literally). Unfortunately for Harry, nothing is ever quiet, or simple.Contains mature themes, descriptions of sex, and transformations of all sorts. Spoilers for all Dresden Novels.

Sunny: The Hippie Chick

By Dawn Natelle

Reviewed and Edited by Eric

Chapter 8 – There’s a man with a gun over there

What You Want

I used the library to hide out, partially due to the fear of coming into class late, and also because I could lay my head down and sleep a few more minutes. My stowaway was in the back near the magazine rack, as there was an alcove that was just big enough—assuming one was limber—to squeeze in and not be seen unless someone was looking right at the area.