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I suppose that I should have expected that my first day in the CID office in Loughborough Police Station would follow my previous days through school, university, and the Police College.
“Sorry, son, the juvenile court is in the next building.”
Campfire Stories, Urban Legends, and Ghost Stories.
By
Cerrridwen Circe Whitethorn
Introduction:
Hello, I'm Cerridwen Circe Whitethorn, I'm seventeen and I'm a Junior at Benton Academy. I'm also an Adventure Scout and I've been one since I turned fourteen. The slim pamphlet you're holding in your hand right now as you read these words is the product of four months of investigative journalism and paranormal research.
Caught dressed in a little girl's dress, Alex must explain himself to his
judgmental mother. He also finds himself befriended by the teenager who lives down
the hill and has to make some decisions about how he is going to proceed from here.
Who hasn’t had a bad day? But Capt. Wainright’s rapidly went downhill after answering a distress call only to wake up from suspended animation in the wrong body—that of a 15 year old girl! His ship now overrun by heavily armed troops, he (or she), will just have to soldier on—it’s going to get worse before it gets better!
The
remains of the dead are disposed of and the senior staff gather to
consider the future of the camp. Ursula makes a suggestion concerning
the two stranded galleys. The next morning, Kaldar's sore throat
turns out to have an innocent explanation.
When I look back it's hard to say when I first noticed what was happening. After all, it was not some sudden and very obvious thing, it happened very gradually at first.
I think the first thing I noticed was that I was getting the beginnings of the dreaded "man boobs". For a very long time I was in denial of course, but eventually I reached a point where I could not avoid it.
It was Halloween, and the usual crowd had gathered in the pub to be safe from ‘trick or treaters’. They weren’t heavy drinkers, just steady drinkers, and were all mildly happy by nine. As usual, none of the talk was about the particular reason for the evening, until Harry suggested that it was a nice evening, if a bit foggy, perfect for the kids roaming the streets.
“You think that the kids like wandering around in the fog, Harry?”
“No, Bert, it’s just that it’s the one night of the week they can have fun and dress up.”
Note: This story uses background and concepts from the _Teenagers From Outer Space_ role-playing game, Copyright and Trademark R. Talsorian Games, Inc. This particular installment of "Freddy on the Loose" also uses properties Copyright and Trademark by DreamWorks Animation and Universal Pictures. The original characters and story are Copyright 2024 Rodford Edmiston Smith.
The next day I did dress down for work, but as Becca and no one batted an eyelid; everyone accepted me. Apart from one person, one I didn’t expect it from, and that was my supervisor. I was called into her office within an hour of getting there and I thought she was asking me to do something so I just lent against the desk when she turned to face me.
Charles is now at Jane's Winsome Girls' School for Wayward Boys. He has volunteered to become one of Jane's girls to help Jane not only clear his name but to help Francis. He has a lot to learn about being a girl in a short amount of time, as Toby Camber is arriving at the school in a weeks time. Something else occurs that Charles wasn't expecting, he learns something else about himself while being Charlotte.
Roberta leaned her back against the wall of the hallway. It was several seconds before she realised that she’d been holding her breath for what seemed an eternity.
Chris and his little cousin Lydia, now stuck in each other’s bodies, struggle to deal with the change. And Chris soon learns that the super-powered dangers of Faraday City look a lot more menacing from the perspective of a defenseless young girl!
This story is the direct continuation of my previous posting of the novel "The Wounded World." It is actually the second part of a single super novel. Sir Lukasz, aka Eden Blake, aka Mantra, has had a hair-raising adventure that seems to have occurred all in her mind over the period of a few minutes. She has taken Eden Blake's children home and put them to bed. But a few minutes later she has a knock on the door. When she sees who is there, she is very surprised. She's about to go off on a new adventure that will make the last one seem like a piece of cake.
Charles is now at Jane's Winsome Girls' School for Wayward Boys. He has volunteered to become one of Jane's girls to help Jane not only clear his name but to help Francis. He has a lot to learn about being a girl in a short amount of time, as Toby Camber is arriving at the school in a weeks time. Something else occurs that Charles wasn't expecting, he learns something else about himself while being Charlotte.
This is a longer version of a story that I posted a few weeks ago. It also incorporates suggestions from two of BC’s finest writers, Angela Rasch (Jill MI) and Emma Anne Tate, who have both really helped me to improve it.
After flubbing a powerful incantation, meant to give newly coronated Demon Queens the wisdom of their ancestors, Devilla Satanne awakens to memories of her past life as Jacob Divington, a human from Earth. Having gained a new perspective on life, she quickly comes to a rather horrifying conclusion: she's been a complete and utter brat! No wonder everyone hates her!
And then there's the fact that she's apparently been reincarnated as the villainess of Tower Conquest, a lesbian porn game with a surprisingly intricate plot. One in which the Heroine conquers Dimona Tower, turning Devilla's people against her in the process. In victory, the Heroine brings about a glorious age of peace between demons and humans for the first time in millennia. ...Which actually sounds pretty good for her people, come to think of it. Devilla knows her terrible behavior is beyond forgiveness, but maybe she can still make up for her past mistakes? She just needs to make sure the events of the game unfold correctly. Though there is one little detail she'd like to change - the part where Devilla herself is killed or enslaved!
Dad and I were nice guys. The kind of men who just want to please the people they love. What is wrong with that?
Mom and older my sisters were strong women. Mom always said that she knew what she wanted and that was to marry a man who adored her and would do anything for her. That would be Dad. She said that I was a chip off the old block and just like Dad, but I think that disappointed her. She wanted me to be more like her.
Life Seems to Suck Sometimes (Part 1)
By Sabrina G. Langton
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Hmmm... let's see... we seem to have a little bit of an epic here. Something that I have been saving for quite a while. Lotsa sex, high heels, day drinking, speeding, and of course a little bit of music. (But not until the end.) I am quite proud of this story, but I have to publish it so I stop futzing, ha... oh, and I so hope YOU like it...
Daniil is woken up and sputters as cold water is thrown at him slides down his face. Standing before him, was an old lady. He notices that he is tied to a strong wooden chair, sitting on a large plastic tarp.
Clair noticed that the man Ayla was awake and looking at her. A smile appears on her face. “Oh, good, you’re awake. Who are you?”
Daniil keeps his mouth shut as he looks at the old woman. He wanted to see what she was going to do to make him talk.
How did I get here? I was lying in an alleyway, weak, cold, taking my final labored breaths with my killer standing over me. He was watching me with that blank stare, his mouth stained red with my blood.
Even as I lay there unable to move, I remember feeling angry, so very angry. It's funny what stays with you in those last moments. For most it's fear, for a lucky few it's acceptance and serenity. For me, it was rage.
I replayed the events in my head thinking if there was anything I could have done differently to avoid the sad, pathetic state I was currently in.
You’ve all heard the descriptions of different types of men. There are boob men, leg men, bum men, some that love tiny waists, pretty feet, even different hair lengths. Me, well, I was truly attracted to hems. It didn’t matter if they were on long, short, or mid leg skirts. It didn’t matter if they were on shorts. I didn’t consider hems on jeans or slacks as true hems worthy of my attention unless they were on those very wide legs.
Life is hard, let’s face it. A dead end job, a junky old car, taxes, angry neighbors. Don’t you want to get away from it all? I certainly do. That’s why I made a wish.
“I don’t want to deal with this anymore,” I said to the shimmering light before me. Around me, insects buzzed. Not in the annoying way they often do, but almost in a musical way. “I don’t care what you do, and I don’t care what consequences there are: just change everything. I can’t take it anymore…”
At
Hamalbek the illness of the mystery man suddenly presents a problem.
Is everybody else in the camp at risk? Ursula and the other healers
struggle to find an answer with only their own experiences as a guide. Then
there is a comment from an unexpected source...
A story of Agony Aunts ...and an Agony Uncle (part 2)
[The first part of "Dear Molly" was a complete story which moved forward thirty years at the end, but comments from more than one reader made me realise that it might be fun to explore those intervening years, and find out whether Emma's public appearances were really over as she had said.]
Angelique is back. Along with assorted ancient gods and goddesses, a plot to unseat Lucifer from the throne of Hell, and a lot of other fascinating things. She always seems to get the 'interesting' jobs.
Faced with the need to pick a thesis topic, amid the turbulent sixties, Gerald looks to solve the mysteries of the female gender by disguising himself as one of them. In a world faced with the assassination of Martin Luther King and the Southeast Asia Conflict, can a man successfully pretend to be a college co-ed and discover the secrets of how women think? Gerald has read all the pertinent sociology textbooks and has a list of questions he will seek to answer, but is he asking the right questions? And, once he understands women, what decisions will he make about himself?
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