Inner Demons, AKA "Journals of an Angry Trans Gurl"
© 2017 Haylee V

* This is a true account of my life experiences. All persons portrayed in this story are based on actual people I've met throughout my life, and the events portrayed actually happened. No malice is intended to those individuals involved, and names have been altered to protect the identities of the people portrayed. *

What if you could fly? You, know, be a kick-ass superhero whenever you want. That's what happened to college freshman Ned. Though, here's the catch—every time he uses his powers he turns into a woman. Still want to be that superhero?

Many years ago, a very wealthy nobleman took his son with him to tour his vast lands. Along the way, the son saw many of the nobleman's poor serfs. As night approached, and being far from home, they reached perhaps the poorest serf they had encountered. The man and wife looked bedraggled - their clothes were little more than rags, their small hovel run-down, and crowded by them and their three children. Cats and dogs ran in and out frequently, and the food was nothing more than fruits and vegetables -- there was no meat, no cheeses, no bread, and especially no wine.

Freddy sighs as he stares at the statue of Athena at the Parthenon Museum in Nashville, Tennessee. He had skipped school again to come and see the statue that he has told his deepest darkest secrets to. He so much wanted to be a girl, but had been born a male. He also wishes that Athena was his mother, instead of the one he has now. His birth mother had died from cancer and his father had gotten remarried.

“Well, we have your stage look now. It goes well with Sirens look. Now we need to come up with a name for you.”

Dusk and Sasha were standing before Rose looking at the look Dusk had created for Rose when she performs on stage with the band and next to Siren.

“Let’s see. We could play on her name like Thorny Rose, Silver Rose, bumble Rose…” Dusk had a mischievous look on her face when she says that.

“or Irish Rose, Wild Rose, Fire Rose?” Sasha walks around Rose and stares at the costume/stage clothes and Rose’s platinum blonde hair and amber eyes.

“Clio?”

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Chapter 7
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The Little Girl Who Lives Down The Lane - Part 10
By Barbara Lynn Terry

Chapter 1 - George’s house is appraised.

The next morning, at nine thirty sharp, Scott Andrew Block drove in to the Shepard’s drive-way. As Scott was getting out of his car, John Shepard and George Simons came out to meet him.

“Morning, Scott,” John Shepard said, greeting his long time friend. “Scott, this is George Simons, the man whose house I asked you” to come and look at

“Hi George,” Scott said, extending his hand in friendship. :It is nice to meet you.”

It’s been a month since August came to live and work for Rebecca. The first thing she had done, was take her shopping to get the clothes she wanted to wear. She made sure she had all the proper undergarments and clothes she could wear to go out to eat in, work and play. She treated her to a day at the salon and introduce her to a friend of hers that has been doing her hair and nails since she was a teenager.

Rebecca was feeling down and sad that her father might die in the next three months. Lev had tried to make her happy and she appreciated it, but it didn’t help any. Rebecca’s nose start twitching as does her ears as well. Her nose was picking up a ripe body odor smell. She heard some noise coming from behind her. Rebecca stops what she was doing and turns around to see who the person was.

Angel smiles as she snuggles closer to Carol. She was resting her head on her right shoulder and her hand was resting on her breast. Carol’s arm was wrapped around her as they slept close to each other. The two of them had made love most of the night and she had enjoyed every minute of it. It had been a long time since someone has made her feel like she did last night. Carol had touched her in places that the men she had slept with had never touched. Angel closes her eyes and let herself drift off to a peaceful sleep.

The story of Rebecca from The Cat in The Cradle story and how August became her sister.

I heard a story the other day, and I thought I'd share it with everyone. I'm not entirely sure, but I think it may have come from an old Ann Landers column or something...

The Difference Between Heaven And Hell

A devout man went to sleep one night, and dreamed that he was face to face with God.

Sasha had woken-up early and was drinking her coffee and reading the news on her tablet. When she notices, Rose waking up.

“Morning sleepy head.”

Rose looks around trying to get her bearings. She remembered crying herself to sleep after telling Sasha what happened to her, but she couldn’t figure out how she had gotten into Sasha’s bed.

“Morning.”

Rose stumbles out of Sasha’s bed and notice she was wearing a nightshirt that came down to her ankles. It was just a plain purple nightshirt.