At last ‘A life’
By Julie D Cole
Chapter 66 Kates story

I realized that Kate was right. It wasn’t that my curiosity hadn’t been fully satisfied but I did still feel there was a lot more to find out about Kate and her family and the links between he father and my real birth mother.

I could sense what Julie would be saying if she were with us. She’d be nudging me to ask more questions yet I felt tongue tied for a few moments and I guess I was still in awe of Kate who after all was my boss.

So, Eric's now on the run from both Fat Steve and.... The Job Centre!?
Accompanied by a stranger who wants an unknown 'favour' from him it seems our young Eric is going to need a disguise, and a good one at that....

Michael Martin thought he was just going to work...

A Promise Corrected

Okay, Dreammaker and Bailey. I don’t plan to do this all the time!

I, Messalina by Janet Baker

This short story is a vile little postscript to the life of Messalina, Empress of Rome. The story ventures into bestiality and thus the reader is forewarned.

According to Wikkipedia;

Roman sources claim that Messalina used sex to enforce her power and control [over] politicians, that she had a brothel under an assumed name and organised orgies for upper class women, and that she sold her influence to Roman nobles or foreign notables.
Juvenal is also highly critical of her in his Satire VI translation by Peter Green.

A New Life

In 1999, Jennifer Adams wrote a story called "Stoned". I loved the story (if you've never read it, please do! I read it on FictionMania, and my story makes much more sense if you read "Stoned" first) but the ending was such a downer! Being the "fluffy bunny" that I am. I couldn't just leave it like that! I was actually just trying to work through some serious writer's block, and this came to mind. I hope you enjoy it, and Jennifer, if you're still out there, thank you for such a great story for me to start with!

At last ‘A life’
By Julie D Cole

Chapter 65 Drying out

I was grateful to Kate for accompanying me and especially since it started to rain as we left the surgery. The warm spring weather had disappeared overnight and we were both unprepared as we ran to the car in a heavy squall of rain.

Kate was laughing as she opened the car door and I asked what was funny.
She said that I’d soon learned to run in heels and was surprised that I’d kept up with her.

Me and my friend

by Janet Harris 2011

Someone on Fictionmania said I should use more dialogue, instead of “wall to wall narration” so here goes...

“I want you to come on this journey with me, George”

“What journey? Where to?”

“Well, we're not going to leave this room, in reality, so to speak. It's sort of in a new dimension... You're not going to believe it until it happens, so it's hardly worth trying to explain it first.”

“Oh, come on, Tom, don't be so mysterious. Out with it!”

Ode to a Dreamer

Dreaming, the most pure of actions. Is anything more natural?