Hit Squad — a drabble.

by Angharad.

Sometimes team sports can be a real challenge for someone who isn't athletically gifted. Of course, how much fun you have could depend on the team you're on.

Team Player

Copyright 2010 by Heather Rose Brown
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Hybrid by Dorothy Colleen

I am a hybrid
A mixture
2 sides in conflict
Male and female spirits
Collide within
Each contending
Each in turn
Ascends then
Descends again
Could they ever blend
Mix together
Make a synthisis
Stronger than either alone
Only time will tell
But for now I wait
To see the shape that will emerge
From my inner shell
And my transformation
To be complete
And for the day when I am whole
And strong
At last.

Mother: Peter, why aren’t you wearing your favorite skirt?
Peter: The other boys will laugh at me!

Headmaster: You are in serious trouble John, wearing that skirt. I can't allow it and you will have to be punished.

Sometimes, a Cliché is just a Cliché...
 

“See, Told you.” Sarah said to Mom. Sarah was still wearing the pink sleeveless dress that she had worn on the flight down.

I get daily GCFL (Good Clean Funnies List) stories and this one struck me as interesting. I hope you enjoy it it as much as I did.

I appologize if I over stepped my authority by putting a story here from another Website, but gcfl.net is free to everyone and you can subscribe to it. They will send you one funny story each day.

The original author is Paula Sanning.

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Thoughts
Written as I try
To sleep
With bizarre places
For new
Lines.

This is a drabble (a 100 word story) about a first trip out of the house dressed as a girl.

First Outing
Copyright 2009 by Heather Rose Brown
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"Mom, Dad?"

This was so hard. They both stared at me, probably at how I looked sick. I felt sick. I had to clear my throat, but I got it out.

"I'm... I, I think, I'm a... a girl...."

My dad leapt to his feet. "Get out!"

"Dad!" I couldn't keep the tears from starting. "Dad... please! I can't help it...."

"Shut up!"

Mom rolled her eyes as she reached out to hug me. "I'm the only woman alive with a husband who sounds like Hannah Montana...."

Why do you always bring those things in here with you?

What? My vibrators?

I sat at the counter and ordered a Chardonnay. I rubbed the condensation on the glass. Suddenly there was a beautiful girl on the seat next to me.

I get some strange ideas whilst looking out of the bus window

Romeo Cassanova was really starting to regret ever finding that golden ticket. After that incident thirty years ago no one had so much as heard from the Wonka company, but with the reopening came the contest...

Mary white dissappeared down the cream sluice, Ollie Line vanished during the tour of the new sweet-E internet HQ, and he'd last seen the other two in the room with all the fizzy lifting drinks.

The man in the purple suit turned to him. " And lastly, our new line of edible underwear."

'Oh, no.'

It was a dull evening, driving home in the rain.

“But Mom, Do I have to wear Sarah’s clothes until they find my suitcase?”

“Yes, and I know she packed two swimsuits, so you still get to go swimming. Now go start your bath, while your sister and I find something for you to wear to bed.” I went in the bathroom and started to run my water.

This is my first attempt at a drabble, so let me know what you think.

Samantha

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“Jason, I can’t help that the airline lost your luggage, but because you and your sister had this silly bet to dress alike for the flight down, you are going to have to stay dressed as Elizabeth until your bags show up or we get home, which ever comes first.”

“But why can’t I wear Sarah’s jeans?”

“I would imagine that Sarah would be wearing her jeans, and making you wear the skirts...”