No Surrender

By

Jacquimac

I was supposed to going to physiotherapy when I left ward, tomorrow I was to be discharged back to care of my so family. I had spent 3 months in hospital with broken legs from supposedly falling down the stairs or so my Dad had told the doctors.

No I hadn`t fallen down the stairs, he threw me down, why I never knew but I did know that if stayed there much longer I would end up dead.

I was the youngest of three brothers but was nothing like my sibling, they lived for sport and rough housing, on the other hand I tended to study and read books a lot.

How insidious is evil? Can it become genetic? Can good be genetic? Where does that leave freedom of choice?

I wish to thank Maggie Finson for her advice and support.

You've Got Mail!

Before I begin to tell the story of my time in Los Angeles I thought I should tell you something of my early life.

I was born march 12, 1947 in Queens, New York City. I arrived in this life at 8:38 PM. My parents were joh and Ruth; both veterans of WW II. My father was a NYC police officer. My mother was a housewife.

 
Moon Harper - Part 2
 
by Armond
 
 
Sean -now Darcy- need only learn a Danaan purification ritual to return to her old body. A week in the teenager's body, no more, and then back to his fiancé Sarah and normal life; easy, hey? Not with the entire Formorian race looking to off her, and a harp who suddenly has a mind of her own.
 

 
I was rehearsing the words in my mind as I walked in. Supermarkets were so different now to what they had been when I was younger, so many more things to buy, so many more to dream of. I had been through the big Asda store with the lies, and now it was time for Tesco. Pretty…there were dresses and tops, skirts and shoes, boots and bags, and unless I could gather the courage I would walk out lacking them all.

At last ‘A life’
By Julie D Cole
Chapter 51 A family chat

I didn’t say anything else for a while and soon as I stared out of the bus window I saw that we were approaching our destination.

Neither of us seemed to want to ask the next question but eventually as we reached Grans’ front door I turned to mum.

‘Mum my dad is my real dad isn’t he?’ She paused to search for the door key and passed it to me to unlock the door.

‘Yes dear he is. I realized today that you knew. Did he tell you when you met him’

Categories — Bondage
Keywords -- French Maid Very High Heels Sex Toys

Synopsis -- Jay and Sandy had a normal marriage until one day Jay came home early and found Sandy in bed with a stranger.

Bound Bride By Janet Baker

We'd been married for just over two years and were quite happy. Our sex life was plain vanilla -- she seemed uninterested in sexual exploration and I was shy and afraid of broaching subjects that might offend her. We loved each other but were young and naíve.

 
Che Amore
by
Lesley Renee Charles

 
 
I leaned over the balcony overlooking the Fora Romana. I was looking at the ancient ruins, imagining what it must have been like back then. Imagining what it must have been like for a woman back then.

Richard’s best friend, Robert, may be transgendered. So, just how far will he go to support his buddy? And what happens to him afterwards?

At last ‘A life’
By Julie D Cole
Chapter 49 Appraisal time

I felt nervous. Had I gone too far? Why my file since it was Jessica who we were discussing. Then I thought to heck with it I’d just leave as I’d threatened. Then I thought about it and I realized I couldn’t work anywhere else except as Chris unless I took a job in a bar or a Gay club. I thought so what. I’d made some friends so maybe I would take some Chrissy time.

Chapter 3

Another toy, I got the Christmas when I was five was a toy stove and oven. It came with pots and pans so that I could pretend I was cooking stuff. My older brother hated that I got that toy. I remember all the comments he would make about it because he would say them every time that home movie was shown.

How insidious is evil? Can it become genetic? Can good be genetic? Where does that leave freedom of choice?

Chapter 2

I convinced my mother not to let me go back to preschool so I was off from school for a year. I mostly played with my Fisher Price play family, my Dawn doll while I still had it.

Che Amore
by
Lesley Renee Charles

I leaned over the balcony overlooking the Fora Romana. I was looking at the ancient ruins, imagining what it must have been like back then. Imagining what it must have been like for a woman back then.

I was here in Rome, to see where my family had come from. This was my first full day here and I decided to take a little tour to see the sights. I was standing here in a simple denim skirt with a robin's egg blue blouse. My shoulder length raven hair blowing in the slight breeze. I could smell the blooms of various springtime flowers in the air.

How insidious is evil? Can it become genetic? Can good be genetic? Where does that leave freedom of choice?
I AM NOT USING 'THE QUESTION AS A CHARACTER.The treatment that was used on Stephanie was called the question treatment. Any resemblance to The Question is just that- a resemblance. This is what Steph looks like when her power kicks in.

 
Melanie Ezell’s Ultimate Writer's Challenge: week # 27. “Who I Am.”
 
(I know this one is a bit early. But its done, so here it is.

Chance Encounter
by
Angharad.

“I really need this job,” said Katrina rushing for the bus. Like so many young graduates, she’d been out of work ever since leaving uni and even then she was working far below her qualifications–but just to have a living wage rather than bloody benefits–would be so good.

Her mother had loaned her fifty quid to buy some clothes for the interview. It wasn’t the first time she’d had to borrow from her mum–but if her dad ever finds out, there’ll be blood on the moon.

At last ‘A life’
By Julie D Cole
Chapter 47 Finding Dad .

As I looked across the restaurant towards the entrance I could see 3 people waiting to be seated and as the waiter escorted them to their table a man was standing at the desk and as he turned I immediately recognized him. It was dad.

I hadn’t seen him for more than 6 years on my twenty first birthday but he had hardly changed. Unlike me I suppose so I was unsure what to do. What a place to meet and how much did he know about my life or my circumstances.

The Living VS. The Dead: Chapter 1
By: Sandy Riedel

I grabbed Lisa’s hand and pulled her into the mansion, gasping for air, and slammed the door behind us. I looked back at her; a mixture of pool water and sweat dripped down her face. She was shivering and I wasn’t sure if it was from being cold or from being scared.

“What’s going on out there, Steph?!” she demanded, holding back tears. “What were those things?!”