My head was bowed against the chilly wind as I made my way down the busy sidewalk. Above me, buildings loomed like giant grey dominoes, their blank windows reflecting the gloomy winter sky. I maneuvered through the crowd surging alongside me. It was four o’clock on a Friday, and everyone was eager to make it back home and slough off their coats, hats, gloves and scarves. I, however, was not headed home. My destination lay a little further ahead, on the corner of the block. I approached with haste, drawing my scarf more tightly around my face as tiny flecks of snow began to fall.

Barrack Room Betty
By Michele Nylons

Chapter One – Wish I Was Wren

Four young navy recruits are left to guard HMS Chelmsford over the holiday stand-down overseen by four bullies who think it might be fun to make the young sailors dress up as Wrens.

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We had opted for the breakfast, which was decent enough as it went, and with it being midweek the place was almost empty as we ate. Jon was very quiet.

“You OK, mate?”

He chewed a mouthful of toast as he considered his reply.

“Di?”

“Yeah?”

“He bloody terrified me”

Filas knew that kind of apparel. Rifle festival. An old German habit, where many people met to have a bunch of drinks, and few people shot at a wooden bird, and the one person who shot down the last part was crowned king. That is, he got to wear a fine uniform for several other festivals of that kind in the same year, and got to pick a woman by his side as his queen. Sounds weird, and it was, but the main purpose of it all was just getting drunk anyway.

"Hey," Monique whispered as she poked her head around Ellie's bedroom door. "Me and Kace are here, we was wondering, you know, how you were feeling today?"

"I'm fine," Ellie mumbled into her pillow, not even opening her eyes to look at her friend.

"Okay," Monique replied, nodding her head as she realised that her presence in the room was not welcome. "We- we'll be outside if you, you know, wanna get up..." The dark-skinned girl sighed as she led Kacey back into the flat's living room, where Janet waited with a look of anticipation on her face.

Later that day, the two girls were sitting in the kitchen when Lucy said,

"Sorry for my Mother."

"That's all right. I'm kind of used to being ignored. In my last year at home, I don't think I said a word to anyone at School. Well apart from pleading with the bullies to stop kicking the shit out of me for apparently being a closet gay. Then some of the girls thought I was undressing them with my eyes as I looked at them. Well, I sort of was doing just that, but not for the reasons that they imagined."

Jerry Tanner has a a lot of experience with games, but can he survive being caught in a game played by the gods?

Arabian Nights
By
Michele Nylons

Part Six – The Conclusion

Final chapter in this Arabian adventure. Michele and Sarina turn the tables on Jamhal using a complicated plan involving deception and seduction. He pays a high price for his sins.

Erika goes to Hollywood for a photo shoot and finds herself on a date with one of the hottest leading men in movies. What happens in Hollywood stays in Hollywood, right?

High school can be challenging at the best of times, but when you're Bianca St. Claire, the new White Lady, and the figurehead of the Family, those challenges can be a little more complicated.

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"Men, this is it, the Midway of our time," the crackly male voice spoke boldly through the speakers. "The Targ have sacked their last planet. No longer will we give them ground. No longer will we let them threaten our existence."

It was April 5th, 2365. Humanity faced a threat from the stars unlike any other, and for the astrosailors of the Fighting 3rd Fleet, this was the day that changed everything. The largest task force the deadly Targ had ever assembled was on its way to Gliese 667, and they were bringing their newest secret weapon.

For the obviously female Lt Commander Elisabeth Orpha, as well as the other women of the fleet, it meant putting aside disagreements over command's rampant misogyny. All that mattered was survival. For if the 3rd Fleet falls, Earth will fall with them.