Jeff was a nerd. He was very unpopular. Because of this, he was very surprised when he was invited to Emma, the most popular girl’s pool party. He didn’t even consider for a moment that something as up.

The day of, he was very excited. So excited that he forgot to bring his bathing suit. When he got there he realized. He knocked on the door and Emma let him in.

“Hi Jeff!”

“Hi Emma…” said Jeff. He was nervous. Emma was extremely hot and all the popular girls would be here. “I don’t want to be rude, but why did you invite me? It just seems odd to me.”

Dale loves his mommy and helps her with her fantasy. But, is that all that's happening?

Webster’s dictionary defines Speed as the fallowing: the rate of change of position along a straight line with respect to time over a set distance. In other words, the quicker you can get from one place to another. The question is what do you, do when your family has spent the last two generations in search of ways to accomplish this goal faster and faster. Would do you do when the family business is the search for more Speed. For Robert ‘Robby’ McGuire the answer is easy. You grab your sister and strap on a pair of Formula One racecars then go for broke.

I have to hope.

What were Pandora’s words when all that was left was Hope. ‘Please – No’ or ‘Thank you – Yes’.

An AP-500 story

They arrived at the restaurant. It was a little Italian place. They both ordered a pasta dish. They talked for a while, and as they talked they found that they had more and more in common. They had the same favorite movie, comedian, and more. Suddenly Adam said something odd.

“It’s like you never existed until the day I met you!”

Nerd-No-More, that great little, bio-chemical problem solver.

Sometimes, Tommy hated his sister. She was such a tease and he should have ignored her. At eleven years old, she was the younger of the two by just about a year and he should have been “man” about it and just walked away from her, but he didn’t. Tonya knew the teasing bothered him badly; so, she kept it up.

“Patricia Jenkins said you weren’t my mummy, an’ she said you were just daddy’s bit of hot stuff.”

This is the story of Penny. A closet Transwoman thrust into the outside world 24-7 when she would rather go and hide away. Perhaps the title should be Welcome to Penny’s Paranoid World…

A bright light in the sky,
Growing weak and now gone.

The light has shone, giving brightness and hope to all who has seen it.
Many has wept, some are still weeping,
over the loss of the light.

As mourning,grieving and rememberance goes on,
new life springs forth like a seed opening up and sprouting.

As remnants of the light remain in those who have seen and experienced the light, the light within will grow and bear fruit.

The passage was damp. Lychen covered the walls and matts of drying green scum covered the floor. The air was heavy with the earthy smells of rot and mildew.

Jane wend around the worst of it until she caught up to Paul. He stood at a junction. The corridor they were in continued to the right, but the left wall had been breached, opening the way into a natural cave. "Which way, oh fearless leader?"

It’s not what I expected. Kinda nice though!

Being helpful can have consequences. Being pretty has consequences too.

An AP-500 story