The remains of the dead are disposed of and the senior staff gather to consider the future of the camp. Ursula makes a suggestion concerning the two stranded galleys. The next morning, Kaldar's sore throat turns out to have an innocent explanation.

The Voyage of the Visund

A tale of Anmar by Penny Lane

87 - Of Pyres and Galleys

The Devil You Know

It was Halloween, and the usual crowd had gathered in the pub to be safe from ‘trick or treaters’. They weren’t heavy drinkers, just steady drinkers, and were all mildly happy by nine. As usual, none of the talk was about the particular reason for the evening, until Harry suggested that it was a nice evening, if a bit foggy, perfect for the kids roaming the streets.

“You think that the kids like wandering around in the fog, Harry?”

“No, Bert, it’s just that it’s the one night of the week they can have fun and dress up.”

A Needed Change - Part Seven

The next day I did dress down for work, but as Becca and no one batted an eyelid; everyone accepted me. Apart from one person, one I didn’t expect it from, and that was my supervisor. I was called into her office within an hour of getting there and I thought she was asking me to do something so I just lent against the desk when she turned to face me.

“But I don’t know anything! Are they criminals?” I thought the possibility might be cool.

"Much, much worse," Holweard agreed.

Ollie gets reluctantly led along the path to girlhood,and makes a commitment.

Chris and his little cousin Lydia, now stuck in each other’s bodies, struggle to deal with the change. And Chris soon learns that the super-powered dangers of Faraday City look a lot more menacing from the perspective of a defenseless young girl!

This story is the direct continuation of my previous posting of the novel "The Wounded World." It is actually the second part of a single super novel. Sir Lukasz, aka Eden Blake, aka Mantra, has had a hair-raising adventure that seems to have occurred all in her mind over the period of a few minutes. She has taken Eden Blake's children home and put them to bed. But a few minutes later she has a knock on the door. When she sees who is there, she is very surprised. She's about to go off on a new adventure that will make the last one seem like a piece of cake.

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This is a longer version of a story that I posted a few weeks ago. It also incorporates suggestions from two of BC’s finest writers, Angela Rasch (Jill MI) and Emma Anne Tate, who have both really helped me to improve it.

Nice
A Vignette
By Maryanne Peters

Dad and I were nice guys. The kind of men who just want to please the people they love. What is wrong with that?

Mom and older my sisters were strong women. Mom always said that she knew what she wanted and that was to marry a man who adored her and would do anything for her. That would be Dad. She said that I was a chip off the old block and just like Dad, but I think that disappointed her. She wanted me to be more like her.

Life Seems to Suck Sometimes (Part 1)
By Sabrina G. Langton

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Hmmm... let's see... we seem to have a little bit of an epic here. Something that I have been saving for quite a while. Lotsa sex, high heels, day drinking, speeding, and of course a little bit of music. (But not until the end.) I am quite proud of this story, but I have to publish it so I stop futzing, ha... oh, and I so hope YOU like it...

How did I get here? I was lying in an alleyway, weak, cold, taking my final labored breaths with my killer standing over me. He was watching me with that blank stare, his mouth stained red with my blood.

Even as I lay there unable to move, I remember feeling angry, so very angry. It's funny what stays with you in those last moments. For most it's fear, for a lucky few it's acceptance and serenity. For me, it was rage.

I replayed the events in my head thinking if there was anything I could have done differently to avoid the sad, pathetic state I was currently in.

Hemmed In

You’ve all heard the descriptions of different types of men. There are boob men, leg men, bum men, some that love tiny waists, pretty feet, even different hair lengths. Me, well, I was truly attracted to hems. It didn’t matter if they were on long, short, or mid leg skirts. It didn’t matter if they were on shorts. I didn’t consider hems on jeans or slacks as true hems worthy of my attention unless they were on those very wide legs.

At Hamalbek the illness of the mystery man suddenly presents a problem. Is everybody else in the camp at risk? Ursula and the other healers struggle to find an answer with only their own experiences as a guide. Then there is a comment from an unexpected source...

The Voyage of the Visund

A tale of Anmar by Penny Lane

86 - Mystery of the Disease