Chapter 17

Chapter 16

We got into a bit of a routine. We would get up and do the two Tai Chi forms, outside if the weather was good, try and clear a space inside and do it there otherwise. Mostly we skipped breakfast and just had a hot drink. I think eating out for 2 main meals a day was more than enough food and I couldn't cope with a big breakfast as well. I would then do some strength training while Tracy would have a shower and go to the shelter.

Nanites

Chapter Seven

Story by Leslie Moore, edited by Dee Sylvan, formatting by Dawn Natelle

COMING SOON TO AMAZON AS A NEW NOVEL TITLED "COPY. CURED."

There were a few days that I spent with Sam at her house. She lived in a medium-sized duplex located on Fairchild Air Force Base along with her parents and her older brother, James. James was two years older than me and he was the stereotypical older brother who thought the worst about any boy dating his sister. He never actually said it, but at the times when Sam and I were sitting together in her room, he would walk by (the door was always open) and give me “the look” that says, in the flashing of a blink: “I will tolerate you being with my sister.

Chapter 15

Andi and Allie Chapter 8

Sweet Twenty and never been…?

“Andi…? Are you transitioning?”

Peter always seemed to get right to the point. He was leaning forward with his hands clasped on his glass desktop and his lovely blue eyes gazing intently at me. I of course blushed magenta.

“Ummm…” I rolled my eyes upward. “Why do you ask Peter?”

When I was a sophomore, I took Samantha to her school’s Homecoming dance. Since I did not have a car or a license at that time we tried to make it as hassle-free as we could by having everyone meet at her friend’s house. The dance was after a football game and she played the saxophone in the Medical Lake High School pep band, so I came to the game wearing slacks, buffed shoes and a dress shirt under a sweater and a light jacket.

River

By Dawn Natelle, edited by Eric

Sorry this has been so late. I got sick last weekend, and then sidetracked over other things. See my blog post for more: Dawn

Chapter 37 – Celebrations

Chapter 12

I had several dreams during the night.
Not all of them were nightmares, but they came close as they all revolved around real people in my life. I couldn't recall anything that they said, but it was more of their expressions—the lifeless, dead expressions they had with every face that flashed in my head. My parents, teachers, Karen Anne, Dick, maybe even Elvis, I don’t know…but they all stood along a line that lead to a door and ultimately closed it on me.

I’m in the sun waiting for the train for about 15 minutes before the 5.0 show up. I see them from the top of the stairs. They aren’t wearing a uniform I recognize, but their body language says “cop” in every dialect. I make a quick calculus and decide that a night in the cells might make me conspicuous to the authorities, and decide to be somewhere else.

The area is a nice and egalitarian, there are stairs and platforms and walkways everywhere. Lots of places for the only human in a hundred miles to stay out of view.

Harry Potter and the Trouble With Neurotypicals: Book Four.
Or, "Autistic Potter and the Goblet of Fire."

Notes: I do not own this. J. K. Rowling does. This is just fan fiction. No money is being made. Not by me, anyway.

There may be a few bits and pieces lifted word-for-word from the canon material. I tried to do that as little as possible, though, but there's a lot more in this one than usual because it was unavoidable. Still, lots of details are changed, so don't skip by familiar parts or you might miss something.