This is a short story I wrote many years ago. It was posted to the old Big Closet and a friend of mine suggested I post it again.

You can find the strangest things in a City Park

"Look, you. These," as she points to her chest, "are not a political statement, or an economic statement or even just a sexual statement, the fantasies of men notwithstanding. What they are is a pain, quite literally. So explain to me why you would want a pair of your own?"

This is a different tale that sprang up while I was cooking dinner. It is a single short story. This story may hurt you. Reader beware.

Michelle was confused. People kept asking or calling for someone named Mikey. She would sit day after day in the living room playing with her older sister and her barbies or tea.

Dottie’s session (A Jaci and Dottie story)

Dr. Adam Saintclair sat the young girl down and once again winced at the fact she flinched when he came too close.

If you came across a fork in the road, which path would you choose?

The Seventh Date

By Lora Guy

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"Cold. So...very....cold."

"Oh come on Jim, you could've used a less cliché dieing line."

"Dude!" John nudged his unorthodox friend, "Show a little respect, he's just been hit by a freaking lightning bolt!"

"Oh please," Kyle laughed, "Jim's the main protagonist, he won't die."

"Ummm dude." The fourth member of the group, Gary, interrupted. "The story's just started."

"What?" Kyle turned around in confusion.

"The story's just started meaning there's been no character development yet and thus there is no protagonist."

Variants past 2

Author’s note: A little while ago, I created a alternate to my past where I met a very different doctor to the one who abused me. Now, after the Sandusky verdict, I got an idea for a yet another take ...

The trial had gone on for a long time. Not that the guilt of the accused was in much doubt, but the sheer number of victims and evidence took a considerable period. But at last it was over, and the guilty verdict announced, there was only one step left to take.

The sentence.

If you came across a fork in the road, which path would you choose?

The Euros are on so here's a little football/soccer themed story to mark the occasion.

*the Euros is a football/soccer tournament for those that don't know

Synopsis: Ashley has been offered the chance to play soccer in America and with his old high-school buddy acting as his crumby agent what could possibly go wrong?

There are also a few jokes aimed at American/British differences that may or may not be lost on some of you.

If you came across a fork in the road, which path would you choose?

Warning: This story follows the thoughts of a woman who is very near committing suicide. Please read with caution if this is a trigger for you.

Aelita sat on the edge of the bathtub staring at her open medicine cabinet. On the bottom shelf, there were two bottles, with very different purposes.

The first, a bottle of Estrogen, brand new from the pharmacy. The other, a half full bottle of extra strength sleeping pills.

George’s Voice

How did I end up this way? Well, my story started when I had just started grade seven, and my voice cracked. In what seemed like no time at all, I went from having the voice of a small kid, to having the voice of a man, or at least someone who would very soon be one.

Afterward, I got treated very differently from before. Teachers called on me more often in class, older kids seemed to have more respect for my opinions, and when I answered the phone at home, strangers would often mistake me for my dad.

A long time ago, the Earth blessed four spirits, making them gods. The gods of Earth, Air, Fire, and Water, oversee their realms, creating sentient creatures to help cultivate their lands. These beings constantly war over each other, eventually driving the servants of Water, the Merfolk, to extinction. Millennia later Kyle Weathers receives a gift from an old but mysterious lady while working in Haiti. This gift will change his life forever.

Out of the Frying Pan.

by

Angharad.

Zach’s Meteor

I was born in a small town, as the song says, but unlike the song, I managed to find a way to leave it behind, and until recently, I thought I thought I would never come back.

Until the day Zach’s meteor changed everything.

My way out of my small town was through medicine. I got into med school, and ended up taking Psychology, and became a psychiatrist who specialized in gender issues.

Her Son’s Makeover
Part One

By Angel 101

Warning from the Author Angel101:

This story deals heavily with childhood sexual abuse and a neglectful Mother. I know themes like this, has caused problems with other sites in recent years and if it does here, I am sorry. But unlike some of those other stories, that isn’t the sole aspect of this story. This story will deal with it and how it impacts his life and the relationship with his neglectful mother. I have seen mothers that have chosen lovers over their own children this story deals with that. I don’t know how it will end, it could end pretty violently. This is the warning.

The Ballet Dancer

Fiction by Johnny Cumlately.

This brief biography is based on a diary discovered in the archives of the Russian National Ballet.

Boris was born on 30th April 1958 in Moscow in Soviet Russia and even when very young, his parents took him to see the Bolshoi Ballet. It was not surprising, therefore, that he soon declared that when he grew up, he wanted to be a ballet dancer. He did well at school and later won himself a place in the prestigious Bolshoi Academy.

Risks!

Fiction by Johnny Cumlately

I've always been a risk taker and this has sometimes got me into trouble and for many years I have been an active transvestite. I am also something of a loner and in view of what has happened, perhaps that was just as well.

A New Waitress
By Janet L. Stickney

"You girls have it made! All you have to do is look good and wait for some guy to ask you out! We pay and you get all the benefits without doing anything."

"Listen, you big ape. I work six days a week just to have any money at all! That means that I have to work all the time just to have an allowance!"

"Right. Okay, you maybe, but not many girls have to do that, and I still say that you girls have it easy!"
Shelly, my sister Carol, and Michelle went into a huddle for a minute, then they stood facing me.