When a father and husband is left alone as a widower with two children, he can deal with his son well enough, but he knows nothing about raising a daughter—not even where to find those special things that little girls pray for…

Synopsis: Jake attempts to contact his mum but meets Lilah, who, in the process of asking Jake about his mum, brings back some unwanted memories
 

After a fitting of her new outfit Milsy considers some radical changes to the clock design. It becomes clear that the clockmaking work must be handed over to the Clockmakers' Guild and Milsy accidentally finds a way to manage that, in the process getting a recommendation for a promotion!

What Milsy Did

by Penny Lane

19 - Shock and Awe

“I think it’s safe to say we’re a new species anyway, even if we’re still the same.” Hailey laughed. “At least we are united under a single ideal on this planet. We even have a singular Scientific Religion.”

“Hey, Hailey,” Wendy giggled. “It’s safe to say we’re ... East... of Eden.”

Eric, heir to one of the most famous last names in all history. His family was known to kill and hunt down the most dangerous monsters hat walked these lands. But what does the title of Monster Hunter gives you, if in this society monsters and humans now live in peace, working together to form a better future. Struggling to leave his last name in the shadows, Eric will soon find himself more attracted to these shadows.

Reflections

A short story for Valentine`s day

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Authors Note: I posted this short story on Valentine`s day and I am not comfortable with the way it looks or reads. I have edited it and made changes to the story and have posted the new version under the title of Reflections 2. Thanks also to Erin for her advice when I was unsure how to proceed with the amendments.

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The mirror on the wall sees all and hides nothing.

Here he comes again he looks sad and seems to have lost his way and all interest in life.

“Damn, girl, you dress up nice.” Jake closed his mouth, but his eyes hadn’t blinked. The character on his game died, but he didn’t seem to notice.

The beautiful, talented, and fabulous Imp is back with in short new tail.

This is a non-tg story that takes place in the Whateley Universe.

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Fantasy Island: A Drabble by Dorothy

“Mr. Roarke, When my wife booked us for a weekend here, she said it was a place to explore a fantasy.”

“And?”

“I’m now a blond big breasted nymphet! That’s certainly not my fantasy!”

Deep voice says “But I never said it was YOUR fantasy we’d be exploring!”

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Jamie and the rest of his school is surprised by a special performance for their graduation. But the performance isn't the only thing that surprises Jamie about the group that comes to perform.

Melissa was worn out and very, very frustrated. She'd been job hunting in and around Houston for over six weeks now, and every time she put in an application somewhere, she wondered why she had spent all her energy in the bone dry field of business administration.

Valentine's Day would be tomorrow, and she would still be out there roaming the streets looking for a job, just like every day until now.

Unseen People

Chapter 5

A strange girl appears in the dead of night. She can’t speak or remember where she has been, what could her secret be?

Jack is coming to accept her new life as she grows closer to Isaac and Ben. Wren and Tom follow a little bird into a strange forest. Ash has to come to terms with hoop skirts and bonnets in 19th century Manchester.

Thanks to Robin, Chris and Jess for all their help editing and proofing. Please keep reviewing and commenting, I want to improve as a writer and your ideas help feed into the story.

I’m scared to walk home alone. After the events of today, I don’t want to be alone. I reach the gate that exits the school grounds, and I eye it nervously. Come on Aaron. You’ve done this before. It’s just a walk home. I don’t know why I’m so apprehensive about walking home alone. I’m not used to being this paranoid. What did I think would happen to me? I look down at my skirt. My legs bare to the no-show socks. My heart is pounding. My stomach is in knots.