The magic continues...

Tuesday June 26

Dear Diary!
I can’t figure this weather, today was actually quite cold outside! This became especially apparent when I heard Paula giggle as we were having lunch at the park again. I couldn’t quite figure what was so funny at first until she pointed at my chest. Both my nipples looked like they were trying to break out of the confinement of my, I guess too tight, tan polo shirt! How embarrassing! Luckily there were not a soul within sight but I still walked back to the car in fast pace with my arms crossed over my chest. I would probably have run if I could but the shoes don’t really allow any sprinting!

Working as a security guard has its moments, not all are on the job.

At last ‘A life’
By Julie D Cole
Chapter 29 Lunch Chat

I thought that Jessica was awful to say such an unkind thing and I was worried that she might be planning something sinister.

She had just glared at me and I felt that she meant every word. I decided that I should confront her later rather otherwise I’d worry and not sleep very well. I felt she had a love/hate attitude towards me and maybe it was that she felt insecure or that she felt that I was a threat. Whatever I was thinking about what she might mean.

CHAPTER 51
Eric and I rode home after exchanging hugs with a tired Steph, and once there I disappeared into the bathroom to get out of the support I had been wearing for nearly eighteen hours.

At last ‘A life’
By Julie D Cole
Chapter 28 First experiences

I could see her because of the street light that shines through the curtains bringing soft light to the room. Sally lifted herself onto one elbow and blew into my ear.
‘Can I ask you something personal?’

I looked at her and wondered what she would say.

Angel Marquez-The Angel Blossoms chapter 3

by

Paula Dillon

Angel continues to grow and blossoms as she cements her place in the hearts of her friends. Along the way she gets a few surprises.

CHAPTER 50
Richard took Kirsty into the interview as a witness, along with Polly, and I had to explain to the boy why I couldn’t stay with him.

The Center: Tester - Part 8

By Blackout

Editor: Zip

I would like to extend my greatest thanks to Zip for putting up with me and how fast I hammered out these stories. :) This was partially written already as I meant it to be chapter 7 but end up finishing the next Rachael story because I wanted to do that. So it sat on my computer and because of that I ended up finishing it.

This was written at three in the morning in about twenty minutes. I hadn't thought about posting this as it is not really about anything specifically TG. Still with all of the discussions about depression and feelings of helplessness, I thought it would be a good idea to post.

Please read this in the light of finding your own higher power and not as a plug for any given religion. This is not about my wanting to foist something upon you, but invite you to find your own way to faith.

Angelina
by Andrea DiMaggio

She escorted them to the front of the hall and went to one knee in front of the dais while bowing her head, "These are the ones you commanded me to watch for Lady."

Kira - Chapter 17

Part One - Back at home.

Marla and I hugged as we split up and went to our separate cars. I was playing with my new necklace and deep in thought.

"A penny for your thoughts, young lady."

"Oh it's nothing, mom. Not really. I was just thinking about everything and how everything happened and I just sort of got lost in my thoughts."

"Like what, dear?"

"Well, if all of what happened in the past, didn't happen, and I started to grow breasts, what would you have done?"

"I would have taken you to the doctor and had you examined."

CHAPTER 49
Kirsty was reviewing the pictures as I wrote down the number, and I heard what sounded like “Oof-four” from her as she saw the state of the kid. The phone was picked up on the third ring.

CHAPTER 48
The SS were as good as their word, and half an hour after I had rung a young woman was being escorted into my sanctum. Khan was already there, Darren in his cell devouring the two mars bars I had bought for him. The social worker, Miss Armitage (‘call me Polly’) was straight to the point.

“Sergeant, what exactly brings you to believe that Darren is at risk?”

At last ‘A life’
By Julie D Cole
Chapter 25 Special Short Chapter

Mum left the door ajar and I could see them through the crack. I stood still and looked in the hall mirror. I looked OK but not perfect. We should have come on a better day when the weather was warmer. My legs were cold and my tights felt damp. My nose was red with the cold wind outside. No wonder girls are always turning up the heating in the office and wearing cardigans.