An Itsy Bitsy Vacation
By Anon Allsop

My stomach was in my throat, I had been building to this very moment for nearly three years. Standing before the mirror in the women's locker room, I trembled like a leaf. Draping a huge beach blanket over my shoulders, it surrounded me like a shroud.

I hesitatingly looked toward the door, "It's now or never, Kris." I whispered to myself, regretting the bet I had made with myself so long ago - to lose the weight and complete the transition. Hearing a tap on the door, I felt my heart racing - I knew it was my childhood friend.

I am Andrew Hudson of 25 years from Sydney. Today I am going to share one of the best experiences of my life. This experience happened with me at Ma Belle Cheri in Sydney. Actually http://www.mabellecheri.com.au/ is the most celebrated brothel in Sydney with no. 1 ranking. I had heard a lot about Ma Belle Cheri and its ravishing girls.

A person is about to have a very bad day.

Within the same hour of finding out he has six months to live, he learns that a small army of badasses want vengeance against him.

And the only chance he has of surviving his problems, is he has to flee to the east coast of Mexico. To the mysterious city of De La Plata Podrido.

Where he has has to go shark fishing for badasses, while using himself as live bait.

Can the person whom created the Badasses Of the Multiverse, outwit them, or will he be doing the cha-cha in hell?

While some hunt him. Someone is helping him. Though he has few clues, and no idea who it is.

Though, with no other leads, the clues lead him to the east coast of Mexico, and the mysterious island city of De La Plata Podrido. There he learns the lay of the land, and some of those that live in the city.

It is all about proper planning and preparation. And he is going to do both.

And when he is ready, he sets the trap, and waits for a few to take the bait.

For he has come up with such a simple plan.

Bleeding

Author’s note. This is a poem that popped into my head today. Its gonna be tough, as it deals with sexual abuse. Please be careful reading it.

(I cant do music, but imagine a soft, sad guitar playing while you read this)

I’m ... bleeding ...

just when he entered me

Bleeding ...

never will be free

Bleeding ...

cant let anyone see

Bleeding ...

what he made of me

Bleeding ...

and no one can ever know

Bleeding ...

so its go on with the show

So, next installment of this one. I'll be honest, I was going to skip this part, but some of the characters demanded to be written about. So here it is, a slight bump in the road to the main event; my apologies.

As always, enjoy.

Copyright Nagrij, 2015.

*Before…

The trick is to not to put the popcorn in until last when the dough is all done and you mix it one good time and then bake them off fast before the popcorn gets soggy.
And you have peanut butter...chocolate...then salty and crunchy and buttery popcorn.
I only have one and a half... I share one with Mary Jane but Dad has three and Becky's dad has five and we get some for Mom and Aunt Elsbeth.
Dad says. "You girls get ready after you help clean up okay it's getting late."
"Okay Daddy!"
I get a look after I hug Dad and head inside and I hear Becky's Dad say. "Okay...I still don't get all of it but...that's your daughter of close enough that I'm done worrying about it. Besides...."
And Dad's like. "Besides?”
And Becky's Dad’s all... "Becky's had honestly brought worse friends over Rob, you and her are welcome over here like any time."
I can't help but be all grins and the girls are looking at and we all yay cheer and happy dance into the kitchenette to clean up.

Story under construction.

The Favour

© 2015 D.L.

"You look frustrated", Josh stated as he sat down at the table opposite Stephany. The snarl of annoyance she had emitted only moments before made the statement exceedingly obvious. It was a look Josh had become familiar with over the past few months.

The Accident.

Fiction by Johnny Cumlately

Rachel had spent a quiet Sunday afternoon and evening with her friend, Gwen, who lived in town. At about 9 o'clock she made her excuses as she had a heavy work load the next day. She lived alone in a small cottage up in the hills about a half hour drive away and knew the road well as she commuted daily.

Read one first to understand please lease comments on how to improve and how you liked the story and suggestion please

Heartache come at a time when we don't except it.
But we must move on because it's what our loved one want us to do.
I didn't want a big fuss one my birthday, but my mom wanted me to be happy.
Seventeen years ago on 7/14/1997 I lost my sister witch was my best friend.
Then a mouth ago I lost my aunt. The date was 5/10/2015.
Then this past Tuesday at 2:41am I lost my mom.

Three of the most import women in my life are with Jesus.
I will miss them all.