Fate is a sneaky Bitch

Author's note: I know, I know. I challenged everybody to make a story with an older protagonist, and then I went ahead and made a story about teens. What can I say? My muse is her own woman.

No matter what anybody else tells you, Fate is a sneaky bitch.

Take me, for instance. Up until today, I was Jay Carter, drama lover, geek, and wimp.

Until one day I bumped into Thomas (the tank) Anderson - Safety and defensive captain for our football team.

The sound of the tent flap being opened drew everyone’s attention to the tent. A gasp escaped every mouth as Krista walked out. A serene smile filled her bludgeoned purple face as her eyes seemed to be gazing off into the sky. Her bloody tank top and shorts added further evidence to the horrific blow she’d taken. Drs. Olsen’s and Sykes’ mouths dropped as they witnessed the medical impossibility.

 

 
Synopsis
Jake is a thirteen year old boy who looks like a girl, far more so than is normal. He isn't aware that his appearance is anything other than natural though, and has assumed it'll change when he goes through puberty.

He is wrong, and thanks to the help of a girl from his class he is forced explore a side of him he's always hated, and ends up facing some unpleasant truths. Family isn't always to be trusted.

 

We continue to see the boy's memories resulting from his mother's death, as well as some of the father's memories of his son.

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I stayed in school that day, having missed one of my classes, my dad picked me up shortly after school ended.

We stayed home that evening, ordered in pizza, and watched a couple of movies. I wasn't paying a lot of attention to the movies, I don't even remember which ones they were, but several times, seeing a woman that looked vaguely like mom caused me to burst into tears.

The Daily Dormouse. (aka Bike, est. 2007) Part 3103 by Angharad Copyright© 2017 Angharad

Alexa B-Side: #14 - Charlotte

Charlotte openly wept as she read the article and looked at the picture of her daughter for the first time. Her daughter. Words Charlotte never thought she would say in her life. But there in black and white was a picture of Alex, now Alexa, smiling like Charlotte had never seen. He, now she, was happy. Happier than she had ever been in her life and at her side was the same young girl that Charlotte had met before. Shame took over Charlotte as she thought she had failed as a parent as she learned of the torment Alexa had gone through. When Dick had asked her what the problems was, she lost it. She lost it like she never had before in her life. And Dick could not, would not deal with it and stormed out of the house.

Theona sighed as Tanris backed away a few steps, then stopped, shaking his head. "I've never seen the likes of that, girl, and I've met three powerful witches and at least two actual mages at the High Lord's Palace in Nur`li'sa at times over the years."

Theona sighed again, then slowly approached him. "Tanris, I vow before your Lady De'mitra and any other gods here that I will do no harm to anyone unless they harm or attempt to harm myself or anyone who travels with me, on my honour and my life."

Erik Mahren is apparently still alive after everything. This is where we find out what the fate of our intrepid teacher will be once he wakes up from the mystic hellstorm his life has suddenly become.

This is a Whateley Academy Canon Story

Dysphoria

(With apologies to Rhianna)

What’s wrong with me?

Why do I feel like this?

I’m going crazy now ...

Jem… Chapter 188

Synopsis. Baby Jennie's feminine transformation continues at the hairdressing salon and Bonnie's boss learns she has also been locked in nappies.

Chapter 28. Permanent Solutions.

“Markie, its not your fault. You and Mike did everything you could but not even the locals knew I was being held there… It was just luck he was so eager to beat on me that he didn’t wait for his garage door to open. I would have starved to death in that prison if that deputy hadn’t thought to check things out.” She stroked his check and then kissed it. “I’m touched by the Viking funeral. Thank you, both of you for that.”

“Grams lit the pyre.”

Playing her way 2 - Chapter 9

© D.L.

Liz peered out of the bus window as it drove into the city. It was Saturday morning. She had driven to the park and ride and was now heading into Norwich to meet her nephew, Jason.

Having checked the bus route, and confirming the meeting point with Jason by phone the previous evening, she was looking out for the unmistakable landmark of the castle.