Just a short note. I've enjoyed BC, FM, Storysite, and other TG fiction sites for a long time now, and thought I’d make a contribution. I’m not a writer by any means, but what the heck…

Be kind, but please let me know what you think. - tommilynn

WARNING: This is not a “feel good” story. May even be a trigger for some.

A Severed Heart

Author's note: when I finished The Nightingale some years ago, I promised to add a little more to the story, to tell what happened finally to Sasha. I didn't realize I had let so much time go by before I posted this. This isn't a stand alone story, though. It must be read with The Nightingale to, well, make sense. The song Gale sings is called Dante's Prayer, by Loreena Mckennitt. Listen to it here, it's wonderful. Better yet, have it playing when Gale sings in the story.

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Sydney Moya

©2015

Hey, little girl

Hey, little girl.

Right now, you’re 9 years old, and you’ve had to survive some pretty awful stuff already, so I think you need a present.

And here it is.

You are amazing. You’re so strong to have survived what you’ve gone through, you’re smarter than you give yourself credit, and you’re beautiful, even while disguised as a boy.

Yes, I said beautiful. I know what you’ve been told, especially by HIM, but you really are beautiful, and worthy of being loved.

Unconventional Chapter 2

*Before…

It kind of drives home the lonely. Even with the crowd at the shop, I’m not there enough to make it really something social. I just want to be around people that get me.

But there’s parts no one will get.

But hey honestly just being with a lot of people like me would be really cool, more than cool.

I’m excited…I’ve got my bags packed and my con stuff too and tomorrow I’m off to Halifax airport and just maybe the best summer of my life.

Even if I can’t be…me.

I’ll get the hell out of here for a while.

Hey…okay whoever this person is on the message board, they’re kind of funny…

Chapter 46

*Before…

It’s…it’s not a Cass thing it’s a me and the fixed real me taking some me time and slowly exploring myself and enjoying it.
Being my real self, exploring that part of myself and it’s amazing from start to my big finishes and after my second I’m panting and glowing and I clean things up and gather some of the blankets and slip them between my legs.
There’s more than a sort of finally feeling in the peace of things feeling right when I touch them or press into them without the wrong stuff in the way anymore.
It was easy to fall asleep smiling and think about my life and what’s coming ahead for me and actually looking forward to doing so much more than just surviving.

Psychic Sister

by MonicaS

This story was first posted in 1998 on Fictionmania. This version is edited in details only.

"Sorry that I disturbed your sleep, but I couldn't wait," my sister said when she came into my apartment. "I had a vision."

"About me?" I asked a little worried and she nodded.

Josh Peterson has just scored the job of a lifetime - or at least the best job he can hope for without leaning on his parents for references - as a janitor at The Magic Kingdom, but when fate intervenes and he finds himself alone with the costume of his favorite Pixie Hollow character, his life takes a whole new turn.

Being Me

By Karin Roberts

The Cruise – Voyage of Discovery

Cruise Diary – Day 7

CHAPTER 41
The jury weren’t back until the following afternoon, and we lost a lot of our supporters as they had to head off for such things as paid employment or courses of study. Bevan and Wyn stayed, and of course Chris, but it was Blake who surprised me. I cornered Diane in the ladies’.

“Anything I need to know?”