A Love So Bold
by Anon Allsop

The story continues - Hope you enjoy!

-Thirty-

For three straight weeks the wagon train pushed on, battling their way through the great Continental Divide, always heading toward the Willamette Valley. The terrain was very rocky, forcing them to set up block and tackle to haul the wagons over particularly steep inclines, and then down the deep ravines.

Often they would take their teams down separately and the men would work the ropes and slowly guide each of the wagons down alone. It was safer this way, but often mishaps could and did happen.

Chapter 9

As mum continued rubbing my shoulders I started to relax and was enjoying the massage when the doorbell rang

“ You stay here Jo. I will get it” mum offered

Wondering who it was I panicked and went and hid behind the kitchen door to listen

“Oh hi Martin” mum said as she answered the door to our next door neighbour.

Instead of waking up in our small flat next to the university campus I wake up in my old boy’s room as it looked when I was 16. I check my alarm clock. The date is the day after my 16th birthday. Something else feels wrong too. Instead of my usual buzz-cut my hair goes down to my shoulders. Looking down on my chest I see two mounds through the neckline of my PJs. Two smallish but pert breasts, exactly the kind I like; on girls! Panicking my hands go down to my crotch. IT isn’t there any longer! Just an extra slit!

AAAARGH!!!

A very packed and significant evening

 
Julina of Blackstone
Her Chronicles, Book 2

by Julia Phillips

056 – Opportunities Abound

It seems Katrina's talents with horses has been traded among those who handle and move horses. There is a problem as far as Cat is concerned. She was never asked. Those purchasing her skills are maneuvering the farm girl for a written contract while she is still off balance from being abducted in Brazil.

Chapter 6

Before long, both Sophie and I had dealt with the backlog of customers and we had a few minutes to chat

“Joe, you’re a godsend for coming in. I was getting all frazzled out here on my own, although I must admit Mrs Benson has helped out a lot this morning,” she thanked me.

“I love your shoes, Joanne. They really show off your legs, you lucky moo,” laughed Sophie.

I looked down and noticed just how well the shoes did show off my shapely legs, encased in the shiny navy tights.

This world reeks. I’ve been here for three months and in that time I noticed that everyone here is pretty much a zombie. Not the average everyday eat your face zombie, more like they just shuffle about and don’t really pay attention to their surroundings or each other. They’re brainless, not undead like people think zombies should be. Turns out they’re being controlled on top of that, I just don’t know how yet.

Mercy, Chapter 3

Matt asked her mother, “Should I go, mom? I mean, he killed you!”

“Yes. hon. You remember what I always told you about mercy?”

“Show mercy so you will be shown mercy. Carrying a grudge only means you carry a weight.”

“Good girl.”

Matt said to Mrs. Carson, “Okay, I’ll go see him.”

Mrs. Carson said “One thing before we go. I would like to avoid any issues with the MCO. Will you do the honors?”

Guts And Lingerie

This is my first post and i hope that you all enjoy it

Chapter 1

Tomorrow was Monday, the day teens hate the most. Jenny wasn't an exception. Jenny was a 14 year old boy who went to high school. He was intelligent but he wasn't athletic. Though he played Football(soccer) very well and was quite strong, he wasn't well built. He was undergoing puberty and undesirably was attracted to the feminine life.

Whateley Academy,
Morning, August 22nd, 2007

Head Mistress Carson was sitting in her office, remembering the wonderful, if short, visit to New York, after visiting a new student in Pittsburgh. The paperwork wasn't quite the mountain it would be in less then two weeks when the students arrived, but it was steadily building up. As she thought about the coming year, Carson gave a silent wish that it would be easier then the last one, there wasn't much hope for that, but she could dream.

This world reeks. I’ve been here for three months and in that time I noticed that everyone here is pretty much a zombie. Not the average everyday eat your face zombie, more like they just shuffle about and don’t really pay attention to their surroundings or each other. Turns out they’re being controlled on top of that, I just don’t know how yet.

So, I didn’t like the old version of this story very well, so I reworked it, adding substantial content. A large part of this story is true. The bit about the E-coli happened to me. I spent 32 years working in industry and construction here in America. The way the construction guys treated me is authentic, and yes, some of them thought I was a woman and some thought I was gay. I hope that you enjoy this. Can you guess which feature of the story has become my de-facto “trademark”?