The next morning, Charles wakes up with a bright smile thinking of the night before. It wasn’t the first time he had shown off his garden but it was the first time a girl had shown actual interest in it. And Laurel, she was so beautiful and attentive. His only regret is not getting to know her better. After going to the kitchens and grabbing some bread and cheese, Charles hurried out the door and down the road. There was only one person he wanted to talk to right now, his best friend Edwin Nyte.

Thorn's aunt rushes her nephew into Eerie for Dr. Upshaw's attention. The prognosis is a grim one, but the surgeon has a suggestion that only a man of Eerie, Arizona could possibly have made.

The following Saturday, Andrew had the house to himself, as both his parents were away at a conference for a week and his sister was staying at a friend’s house. He was just finishing lunch, and after cleaning up, he began to head back to his room to get back to work. As he walked down the hallway, he noticed that his sister’s door was open. As he passed, he saw something in the corner of his eye that grabbed his attention: her closet was open, revealing a lot of her clothing. Suddenly, that strange urge began to grow again, and Andrew walked into Emma’s room.

It was late, and Andrew wanted to go to sleep, but he needed to get ready in the bathroom. Unfortunately, his sister was busy taking a shower. This was a regular occurrence late at night, and it was extremely annoying. He got impatient, so he knocked on the door and said, “Emma, can you please get out? I’d really like to get to bed.”

Hello this is a story that popped in my head and I hope it got out. It is basically a premise for a story that could lead to others or inspire someone to create something with such a theme of a hidden race inside of the population. Hope you enjoy, hugs, Sara.

Max goes to meet with the alisonville queens, the leaders of the princesses, hoping to hit it off with them.

(Not finished yet)

“Another question?” Becca asks, grinning as several members of the assembled crowd eagerly raise their hands. “Okay, you at the back!”

“What are your favourite tracks on the new album?” The journalist asks, making the four of us grin.

“Ooh, good question!” Adeola chuckles, even though it’s a question we’ve already been asked several times over the last ten days. “Mine’s probably ‘Overcast’, we’ve never really done a ‘dark’ song before, it was fun to mix it up a little. Bex?”

“Sarge? What are you doing?”

I sighed. Someone up there really has it in for me. Why do I always get the rawest of raw recruits to mentor? Didn’t they learn anything at Hendon?

“Constable, there are times when the rulebook is just not right. That’s when common sense is needed so that the problem can be solved with compassion.”

“Sarge? At the Police College, we were told that common sense has no part in law enforcement in the 21st Century.”

I smiled.

“Well Constable, what does your 'Police Academy' learning tell you about this situation?”