Alexa and Jenny are back from Florida, however the Past, Present and Future all need to be addressed as the girls continue on their journey

The photographer takes the pictures, capturing me at various moments in time.

I turn. I smile. I pose as he wants me to, or at the least I try for this is something I am unaccustomed to. Though he’s a practiced hand, I can read the disappointment in his face as he’s not getting the pictures he wants. Normally I’d say ‘tough biscuits’ but instead I can feel my heart beating quickly, unable to calm down, and sense the onset of an anxiety attack encroaching upon me.

A month has passed, and Sarah's been enjoying life as Silvermist in the park, but can she handle life as a celebrity TV actress? She still gets nervous meeting "real" celebrities! And how will HRT affect her ability to play the role?

This is a crossover story, between my Masks universe and the Whateley universe. This uses material created by others with no intent of commercial gain; it's strictly for the fun of it. :-)

This was originally written in 2011.

Rite of Passage

by

Rodford Edmiston

Part One

Telos Academy was built upon Telos Island, aptly named after the Telos Conglomerate or Corporation that leased it from the city-state governing authority some three decades ago. The island was one of three plateaued rocks rising from the waters of the horseshoe shaped harbor that was several kilometers wide.

Playing her way 2 - Chapter 12

© D.L.

Detective Chief Inspector Osborne sipped his coffee as he reviewed the notes of the attending officer. He had been called in off standby due to a sexual assault of a fourteen-year-old girl. A fourteen-year-old male was currently waiting in an interview room with his father.

A story based in the real world. For some reason, a high school boy named J.J. went to sleep and didn't wake up for nearly 3 years. Someone else was awake in his place ...

		Sacrificial Alter Chapter 10 of 13 The Picture on the Poster by **Sigh** Copyright© 2017 plaintivesigh All Rights Reserved.

Who would have known a small clerical error would cause so much chaos?

The first chapter of my first story ever. Please comment if you enjoy, or if you don't for that matter!

From my window seat in the classroom, I watched the gulls ride the thermal currents flowing over the ocean waves. Looking small in the distance, they resembled tiny pieces of paper littering the air, rising and falling, sometimes lazily circling about. Nonetheless, I knew they were gulls and not paper, and for much of the afternoon homeroom period they had persistently nagged at my attention.

Terri and I get changed and we head off to the spare room and she’s been using that while she’s been living here and it shows with all of her stuff that she’s picked up since being here and we set up a bed in a bag which is pretty cool and loads better than a sleeping bag on the floor and her and I stay up for awhile watching It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia on her laptop.

I fall asleep after the second show.

It’s not too bad a show and kinda rough and raunchy but that doesn’t bother me. It’s just after leaving camp and coming home all in the same day and all the shock and stuff with my family and being full from supper I just couldn’t keep my eyes open.

My dreams sweep me up in visions of Moon lake and of being Robin in my hometown and no one knowing that I’m...was Rob but I’m just the new girl.

*And Now…

This is an excerpt from an uncompleted novel. That work actually predates my Masks universe, but is being rewritten to fit into the history of those stories. The style is meant to recall the pulps of the Thirties.

Hard Lessons

by

Rodford Edmiston

Downtown San Francisco, a cool Summer's night in 1937.

----- Present day, RV behind Walburton's Wonderful Whirlds of Whee rides area, Lake County Fair, Eustis, Florida -----

Phineas Terrance Walburton III, the craggy faced, tall, lean 78 year old owner of Walburton's Wonderfuls Whirlds of Whee looked around at the people crowded in his Winnebago Spirit RV. His face showed the effects of stress, fatigue and the possible loss of all he held dear.