Chapter Two - Balwyn

Young transgender woman Penelope Bishop is grudgingly admitted to the Balwyn Police Academy where she finds resistance, bigotry and jealousy. She tries her best to overcome her difficulties even when those close to her let her down. She does have some friends who make her time at the academy tolerable.

Stuck in a Rut.
By Rosalie Redd

Casey Church is a normal 13 year old girl, full of hopes and dreams and fears and anxieties. But in a world where there hasn’t been a girl born in over a century, what is normal?

Chapter 21.

 

Beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep.
Flippin’ annoying machine.

Chapter One - Penelope

Young transgender woman Penelope Bishop and her mother Rosemary are advised that their estranged father and husband was killed in the line of duty as a Police Sargent in the small city of Balwyn Texas. Much to her mother's chagrin, Penelope decides to joing the Balwyn Police Department and follow in her father's footsteps and possibly solve his murder. Penelope attends the funeral and finds out her kind aren't welcome in Balwyn

Milsy's day is disturbed by a call for help from three guildsmen who are installing the steam engine which will pump water in the High Tower. What she discovers causes great concern and also upsets her usual calm disposition. Tarvan's presence is required to restore order - and prevent a disaster.

What Milsy Did

by Penny Lane

33 - The Steam Engine

The mysterious Porcelain hides many secrets behind her mask. This story takes place in the Whateley Universe.

http://whateleyacademy.net/index.php

Stuck in a Rut.
By Rosalie Redd

Casey Church is a normal 13 year old girl, full of hopes and dreams and fears and anxieties. But in a world where there hasn’t been a girl born in over a century, what is normal?

Chapter 20.

Finding Zoey – Part 4

“Exactly where have you heard that name before?” I said as I wiped the sleep from my eyes.

“Savernake Forest,” exclaimed Jemma.

The trouble with my partner was that when she was overly tired or woken up in the middle of the night, sometimes she spoke total gibberish. I’d learned to handle it but many people we had to work with couldn’t handle her without losing their patience pretty quickly.

My brain was slowly starting to work and as I tried to remember the last time I’d or rather we’d been to Savernake Forest. This is an area of ancient woodland to the South East of the town of Marlborough in Wiltshire. Then it came to me.

“Oh, you must mean Farthings home?”

“Yes, that’s it. He left his home very much in a hurry, didn’t he?” reasoned Jemma.

“Yeah, we stopped him as he left in his Porsche. If I recall you lit him up with your target light and his face turned to ash. But what else did you remember?”

Scott looked over at the mousy brunette seated across from him and sipped his coffee.  It was hard to believe it had been two weeks since he’d seen her last.  She was dressed in a light sundress and sandals and had applied makeup for the first time since Scott knew her.  She adjusted her sunglasses and took a sip of the mocha leaving bright pink lipstick on the rim. 

“This is nice.” 

This story is among others I lost on HDs going south. It was posted on Fictionmania and removed. Sometimes we writers push the envelope of decency. This is one of those. I strongly suggest skipping this one.