The Jogger
By Anon Allsop

I sat at my window and peered out into the night sky, only the moon was visible to the naked eye. Pouring myself another glass of liquor, I momentarily studied its contents before downing it. Once again, my drinking companion tonight would be my insomnia - and my damn brain refusing to shut down.

Tears welled into my eyes as I thought of her lovely face constantly in front of me, haunting my mind each and every time I would close my eyes.

How did my life get so screwed up? I cried to the empty room.

On an Earth ravaged by war and plague, hope still lives.

(I know I posted this would not be up for a week or more but things worked out and here it is Enjoy)

Story under construction.

“Project more!” Mrs. Ingram urges me. “We want to be able to hear you all the way at the back of the class!”

“I will never let you manipulate me into taking a stand against my own father!” I say in a loud, forceful voice to the girl stood opposite me. “No matter how much you threaten me!”

Alright, so chapter 2 of this. I upped the rating (I think) since the main character has a potty mouth, and certain risque discussions do take place. That's basically going to be the rating from here on out; if there is any doubt about letting young-uns read it, read it first and make the call yourself.

This chapter is basically philosophy versus mental health. Enjoy.

Copyright Nagrij 2015.

In the soup

You ever do something without thinking it through, and find yourself in deep trouble?

Well I sure did.

It started with me finding a book on astral projection. I really didn’t believe it, but I thought I’d give it a try anyway.

It worked.

I found myself floating above my body, and I “flew” out the window into the city.

I wasn’t looking for anything in particular, but when I saw a wedding celebration going on not far away, I couldn’t resist a closer look.

This is a story set in the 1800’s about a family that has lost every family member except the youngest son and his twin sister. Then his sister dies of smallpox and he manages to persuade his mother to let him become his deceased sister.

I really thank you for your very kind comments the really do help me a lot and make sure that I am on the right track with the story.

I have a Co-Author to this story and her name is Heather Ann Collins she like a sister to me

A Whateley Academy Adventure

Kayda 3: Two Spirits

Chapter 1 - Oyate (the Nations)

by ElrodW

Sunday, April 1, 2007 - pre-dawn
Poe Cottage

1

It was an odd looking pebble; odd enough to cause Abigail to pause as she led her four year old son Sammie by the hand across the play park. Someone had left it on a picnic table at the centre of the little park and she found herself detouring slightly to get a better look.

My Dreams of Spirit Dancer
by Teddie S.

 
Caley had been abducted, and Luke, because of a dream, was able to save her. And, with Luke's help, and maybe even Sprit Dancer's, the cops were able to apprehend the guy. Caley, Little Fawn, and Little Fawn's mother spend a day shopping. Then Caley needed to face her fears, and she and Luke go visit where she was attacked. And, the gay question was asked and answered.

Jem… Chapter 147

Jem…Chapter 147 by Bailey Summers Copyright © 2013 Bailey Summers All Rights Reserved.

My Dreams of Spirit Dancer
by Teddie S.

 
After a visit to the Island of Dreams, Luke has found that he does have two spirits. His male spirit is the wolf, and his female spirit is the fawn. He's danced at a Pow Wow as his girl spirit, Little Fawn. And, had thoughts of becoming a girl. But, is his dance partner his special partner?

Being Diane

Published by Dennis N. Adkins at Smashwords

Copyright 2013 Dennis N. Adkins

Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author.

Chapter 1

I awoke earlier than usual that momentous morning and walked out the back door to see the sun rising slowly over the lush verdant fields of eastern Arkansas. The neat clean rows of cotton and soybeans awaiting the warm life-giving rays of the sun. The plants stretching to receive the mornings blessing from Father Sol. The rows beckoned me to come and grow with them and stretch my arms to receive the blessings of the Sun also. I walked out to the fields and stood among them warming myself as the Sun rose higher and higher over the horizon. The coming of the day was always exciting to me making me feel as though I would have another chance at being the best I could and today, like any other, was a chance to be what I wanted to be. I had made the decision to myself to realize my life’s dream, now I had to find a way to do it. Luck was with me for once and the way came, however not without a price.