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Randy loves nothing more in life than motorcycles. When his friend Nick gives him the opportunity to join in as monkey during a sidecar race, he jumps at the chance -- even if it means wearing pink leathers.
Quinn's world is becoming something very different than he'd expected. Girlish
feelings of all kinds are occupying his thoughts. A new dress for his outing with
Ricky, and some thoughts that are confusing him make his evening out one of
the most enlightening of his young life.
The final part of Stevie's story. I hope you enjoy this installment. Once again,
thank you all for your kindness and support throughout the posting of this
story. I truly do appreciate it! Now, on to the story!
When 14-year-old Andrew makes a wish to live a carefree life like his dog, he never expects it to come true—until he wakes up as a beagle named Alyssa. What starts as a dream quickly turns into chaos, with misadventures, unexpected challenges, and plenty of laugh-out-loud moments. Will Andrew learn the lesson behind his wish, or is life as a dog his new reality?
Cheerleading? Piano? Basketball? How does a girl fit so much into so few hours in a day? Will Robin's over-achieving and perfectionism come back to bite her, or will she learn when enough is enough?
All-girl metal band Heedless Despair embark on their first U.S. tour, will Robin and her friends be content to watch their musical mentors from the front row or will they strive for more? On top of this there's a family wedding and a growing love of her own. Robin Smith, now fully immersed in her new life — will her secret remain a secret forever?
Macy stood hovering over her clothes-covered bed presiding over organised chaos like a monarch over her unruly subjects, she was putting forth as much consideration as she could to her potential outfit choices. It was the day after the BBQ and she was considering a blue glittery top her mother had bought her a couple of weeks ago. Even then she had been unable to figure out what it went with now looking at it again she was still at a complete loss. Sighing she set it down on the bed again and pulled out yet more skirts and pants in a vein hope it might work with one of them.
The call ended with Roberta still shocked by the news that Antoine de Scuderi was out of jail and given the evidence, he was now in the UK and even worse, on the hunt for her. The single fingerprint was a clear sign that he was coming for her.
hy Bruce talking to Deanne, the beautiful new girl…
Deanne helped Bruce with crossover day…
Bruce likes being a girl, Samantha…
Samantha girlfriend to Roxanne
Wildcat Tickets, Backstage passes…
My Father’s Debts
A Short Story
By Maryanne Peters
Gambling is an awful addiction, just as bad as heroin. It takes over the mind and you steal from your work, from your family, from anybody to provide money to feed your habit.
My father was an addict and he would play anything. Poker, blackjack, roulette, even slots or the simple draw of a card, roll of a dice, or toss of a coin. It was like wait for the ball to drop or the card to turn was a rush. I have seen it - the wide eyes and the moist brow.
The locker door slammed shut right beside thirteen year old Natalie’s face. She flinched and quickly turned around, her mouth agape and her breathing heavy.
The older girl in front of her, alongside the two friends flocking to her sides, looked at her scornfully. This girl was at least a year older than Natalie, in the eighth grade, and she made it her mission to scare the younger girls and make their lives miserable.
“That got your attention, didn’t it?” She said. “You’re finally looking at me like a normal person.”
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.
Altered Chapter 2: Waking Up Is Hard to Do
By Amethyst
“Listen, Elliot, try not to panic,” the booming voice said, in what probably sounded like a gentle tone to him. “The Vanguard found you in an Incursion Zone and brought you here, you’re Altered now.”
What do you do when you look seven years old but you’re actually a college student in your late teens? For Kathleen’s entire life, she had fought against people treating her much younger than her actual age. Feeling obligated to grow up fast to show people she wasn’t the age of her size, Kathleen never let her inner child out. Tired of fighting against the world, she explores the adult submissive world. What she finds, however, is an enjoyment of regression. Had she made a mistake? Would life be better if she just let people treat her the way she looks at seven years old?
When I looked more closely at his Italian passport, he had spent a couple of weeks there starting about five months after his wedding to Susan. It was almost every month for about four months. After the wedding, it picked up at the same rate, once more, until around two months ago, when he was shown entering and exiting the country. If he was hiding his other life by claiming business trips, Silvana would be getting worried by now.
Author's Note:First time posting on here! Please let me know if I'm breaking any rules in regards to sharing links below. And hope you enjoy the first part of one of my currently ongoing stories. Once I get used to the format on this site, I'll start posting the rest of the available parts!
“We know they like being us, or they wouldn’t keep taking jekyllase.
We just have to point out that they’ll get more benefit from being us
if they change at a convenient time for us to meet up.”
Red was just going to visit her sick grandmother; she wasn't expecting the big bad wolf.
“Keep your hands where I can see them,” the blonde warned again, this time opening her mouth just wide enough that he could see her vampiric fangs. “If I think that you’re reaching for a weapon, you’ll be dead before your hand can touch it.”
Candice and her Pregnant Husband
by Lindale and Talkie-ai
Introduction to the “authors” and Copyright: Many of you will already have read stories by me, Lindale, on this site, although I have to admit, I have not been so prolific recently. This story is a radical departure from my normal work. It has been created by AI on a site called Talkie_ai. I’m not certain if this is the first Talkie story on this site. If you haven’t yet visited Talkie, I strongly advise you to do so. The basic concept of the site is a conversation between you, the user and AI characters, who are designed by the users. In the UK and US, it seems that copyright cannot be claimed on ai generated items. So the text written by me is my copyright but that of the other characters is not copyrighted.
Patience was not one of my virtues. I was getting antsy and wanted to stretch my legs on the surface, yearning to see what my home was like after all the time I'd been away. The desire to see familiar sights and perhaps even visit my parents was overwhelming. We were so close to them now.
The anticipation of my upcoming visit was palpable in my voice as I asked Minsha, "Would you like to see my home here on Terra?"
Minsha looked at me, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. "I would love to see it, Kara. It sounds wonderful."
I wish I said this, I wish I said that
But I kinda froze in my tracks
I wish I said this, I wish I said that
But I kinda had a panic attack
I wish I could talk good
The Cure is Better than the Disease!
(A Naughty Auntie Story by Donna T.)
Is the Cure worse than the Disease? In this story Stevie’s cure is much better than his disease. In fact his cure was not only more enjoyable it was also life changing in many ways.
I worked in construction because I had a background in it. My grandfather worked in wood and he had a full workshop in his basement with a bench router and a wood-turning lathe, as well as a band saw, planer and drill press. He had me make little things in wood from when I was small, and when I was older I helped him to build a scale model of a house – just the framing. I wanted to build the real thing.
Angelique is back. Along with assorted ancient gods and goddesses, a plot to unseat Lucifer from the throne of Hell, and a lot of other fascinating things. She always seems to get the 'interesting' jobs.
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