My muse forced me to do it...

Personal Protective Equipment

A drabble by Penny Lane

Yes, dear. I agree. What you suggested was necessary, given that I am classed as vulnerable, but...

Even after a good night’s sleep, Kim’s resolution about the validity of her plan for the day ahead had not changed one little bit. Claire’s visit had actually strengthened her resolve not to leave without at least firing a few salvoes of her own. As she lay in bed that fateful Wednesday morning, she wondered how much she’d get for her home after paying off the mortgage. It was clear now that she was done with the newspaper industry. Of that she was certain. Proper Journalism was dead and just waiting to be buried and the current newspaper business model was on its last legs anyway. Unless you were an online scandal and gossip sheet there was little future in the industry.

Sunny: The Hippie Chick

By Dawn Natelle

Reviewed and Edited by Eric

Chapter 13 -- Sittin' downtown in a railway station One toke over the line

The last half of August was a downer at the apartment. Ben’s court case was on Monday, September 8, and Mary was at the apartment a lot, both to talk to Ben but also just to socialize.

Underage
A Short Story
By Maryanne Peters

Everybody knew about Grace. My sister first created her when I was just 13. I wanted to get into a movie rated 16 and above and she suggested that we go together as 16 year old girls. I could never pass as a 16 year old boy, that was for sure. I had to pay for her as well, but even at that age I was earning money from some of the websites I was creating. I went to the movie as her sister Grace.

Dawn says “ good we will see and get a minion to get rid of the fucking body”. Dawn walks over to Leanne in her cell and says “ you seem to surprise me everytime we speak Leanne”. Human girl replies “ what are you talking about madam mistress”. Dawn says “ you were a bully and when your sister Belle help some one you was very pissed”.

Chapter 5. What’s so different?

“No peeking!”

I covered by eyes with both hands and pretended to be excited. “Can’t wait!” I couldn’t wait to get out of here. I can’t imagine that Nancy would have improved my feet that much. I guess a little touch up would be nice considering that there was almost 30 years of wear and tear on my feet. Broken toes, callouses. Whatever.

“This is my job, you know,” she said as she was cleaning up and carefully placed something on my feet.

Off to school I go. If I walk like Charlene and talk like Charlene ... does that make me Charlene?

Twins
A Short Story
By Maryanne Peters

Part 1:

“How did you get me in to this?” Jasper asked his sister.

“It just came out,” replied Jade. “When he said he was a twin I just blurted out that I was a twin too. Then he suggested the double date, and … well, he just so cute I could not say no.”