since my last post I have been wearing a night gown every night. Thanks to my wife she doesn't seem to have a problem with it.

CHAPTER 10
Adam was awake when I went back in the next day.

“Hiya, girl. Hope you got chocolate there!”

“You allowed, mate?”

“Fuck ‘em if they can’t take a joke, is what I say”

CHAPTER 9
I saw Adam quite regularly after that meeting. Not in a ‘seeing him’ sense, not over pasta with a cheeky little red or anything like that, just in passing. Once he had been pointed out to me, it seemed, my radar kept track of his whereabouts.

Alun was another whose face kept popping up in my line of sight as Dai and my other beat colleagues kept pushing me through more and more new experiences, some of which I wrapped up in my memory to giggle over later, some of which I am not ashamed to say came back a few times in the small hours to stand at the foot of my bed demanding my undivided attention.

Another major discovery is made when Charlotte explores the tunnel but a discovery of what? Could it be one of the redundant satellites that are being dumped in the South Pacific by the various countries involved in telecommunications and space exploration?

Paying Mommy’s Mortgage

by Michele Nylons ©

Wednesday, August 29, 2007 - Late Afternoon
The Quad, Whateley Academy

"Watch it!" Dump Truck exclaimed, having come around the corner of Schuster Hall and running directly into Danny. "You should watch where you're going!"

"You ran into me!" Danny protested, already thinking of how to escape the bully.

This is the final chapter of the rewrite of Becoming Sara. If you want to read the original you can find it on Fictionmania.

Sara has a lot to do as she dives right into getting her book ready for printing. Her encounter with Megan reveals part of what she forgot. Max disappears and she can't get a hold of him. Sara learns some shocking truths and goes home to face her father. Will it work out or will she be rejected?

Ever have one of those days that just went sideways?

Ever have a week?

How about a month?

Why do I ask. Well.....

To start with my name, my real name, is Tony Smith...yes smith. Is it the last name of my parents? I have no idea I was an abandoned baby so nobody knows. Raised in an orphanage till age six then multiple foster homes.

I was the happiest I had been since I first woke up on Frank’s farm. I wasn’t skipping around; rather, I was running as fast as I could. After my little fall, I made my way down the street that the old lady lived on to a secondary road that ran parallel to the main highway. The highway had a good amount of traffic on it, but the secondary road was deserted. As a bonus, the road stretched as a far as I could see, a good three or four miles. Plenty of room to fully stretch my legs.