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The Wheel Keeps Turning (an epilogue to Baby Machine)

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When SuzyQ opened the “Only a Baby Machine” universe (click here), it gave me a chance to create an epilogue to a story that was a long rough ride, with way too much pain and not enough justice along the way. I happily present ...

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The Wheel Keeps Turning
or
The Curious Resurrection of the Ghost in the “Machine”
by Randalynn
 

In the heart of a small city somewhere south of the border, a conversation between a newly widowed mother and a mysterious Norte Americano proves that a capricious and chaotic universe can sometimes twist itself to provide an unlikely savior — and for someone caught in the gears of someone else’s machine, sometimes serendipity is enough.

Sinful Pleasures 2 - Opening the Store

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Sinful Pleasures — Setting Up the Store
by Lesley Renee Charles

Christina (Chris) Martin nee Christopher came to his senses after his startling transformation into a woman, and also with his new found powers. He, make that she was not happy with the idea of being a female, she was happy with her old body and missed her old life. She also realized though that she could not change it now, but would try to find a way to get her old life back.

The Mother-in-Law

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The Mother-in-Law

By Samantha Michelle Davies (SamanthaMD)

“Dave. Have you been doing the housework in heels again?”
“Yes darling why?”
“You’ve left a whole load of heel marks on the carpet”
“So? At least you know that I’ve done it…”
The woman sighed and looked at her husband.
“Sometimes my darling, you can be really dense. You know my Mother is coming for a visit tonight. You know how she snoops over the house looking for her ‘signs that you are having an affair’ as well as dust and everything else”

The Hand You're Dealt

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The Hand You're Dealt

This is a piece of fan fiction. “Wild Cards” created by George R.R. Martin.

In 1945, an alien virus was released over the skies of New York City. Eventually, that virus would be known as the Wild Card. Of those who contracted the virus, nine of ten died, most horribly. Of the survivors, nine of ten mutated into monsters and freaks, known as Jokers. But one out of every one hundred people who contracted the virus developed super-human abilities, and these fortunate few became known as Aces. The virus traveled on the winds, reaching most of the world, leaving behind a trail of destruction and pain wherever it went. This is the story of one community, how it became affected by the Wild Card, and how the survivors tried to pick up the pieces afterward.

Coming Out.

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Coming Out
By
Samantha Michelle Davies (SamanthaMD)

[A Comprehensive School somewhere in England in the late 1960's]

We all filed in the classroom and sat down.
The teacher came in and began to call the register.
Eventually my name came round
“Thomas Parker”
“Yes Miss Greenhough”

With the register over, the lesson began. This was the bit I was dreading. Getting my homework results.

Q Day

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Imagine what it would be like if
anything you wished for instantly came true.
Now just imagine that over six billion other
people were all able to do the same.
That's what happened that crazy
morning, on what they're
now calling...


Q DAY
Laika Pupkino ~ 2011

The Sun will come out Tomorrow

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.
.The sun will come out tomorrow

Written by Dauphin
A bad boy is sent to the Pink institute, where he cannot get into trouble.
"Bad boy to good boy with the help of brainwashing. It may also brainwash the reader!" Diana
"Personally, I do not think there is anything special about this story. It is not that original. Despite this, it was fun to write" Dauphin

Rebel to Good Girl

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Ed is a nuisance in class and is frequently kept behind at the end of lessons. He is your typical teenage rebel which teachers hate, but Miss Taylor particularly despises the young boy and so has a few plans for him....

A Safe Place

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Author's note: in this little story there is the brief recollection of a suicide attempt. But as you will be able to tell, it works out okay. I hope you like it. As always, comments are appreciated.

A Safe Place

Tina looked at herself in her wedding gown, and tried to hide her nervousness. She could hear the voices from her past, calling her the names she heard so often as a child.

The Center: Christmas Comes Once a Year

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The Center:
Christmas Comes Once a Year

by:

Enemyoffun

Melanie Crane goes on her first mission for the Center, to help bring in a new Emergent at a Santa's Village.

 

In the Psychiatrists Chair

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In the Psychiatrists Chair

by

Samantha Michelle Davies (SamanthaMD)

“Ms Simpson would you please come in?”
The tall slim woman who was leafing through a woman’s periodical put it down, stood up and after picking up her handbag she went through the door into the doctors consulting room.

The doctor, who was also a woman, closed the door behind them.
“Please take a seat” said the doctor.

Sandy Claws

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Catwoman Sandy Claws
By Maid Joy

Catwoman acts as protector of children and finds some disturbing realities. Things only get worse the deeper into the investigation she goes. A simple thief, not any more. A Mercenary? Maybe if someone were paying her bill. Story threads start weaving together.

Heart Like a Lion-2

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Heart like a Lion-2

by Lynceus

My name is Thomas Blake. I used to believe in good and evil. But as time went on, I could no longer tell the difference between light and shadow: everything had become shades of grey. It wasn't until I had lost everything that I learned how to live again.

Preparations: The Quest for the Perfect Cosplay!

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Follow along with our hero as he tells the story of a guy (himself) who was brought along for the ride in his girlfriend's mad quest for perfection in costuming in preparation for the masquerade at an anime convention called Otakon. There is humor, a tiny bit of romance, and an experience he will never forget! It's set slightly in the future, and is told as a series of blog entries.

Aunt Adele's Christmas Gift

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Aunt Adele’s Christmas Gift


By Katherine Day


(Copyright 2010)


“Live … That’s the message … Come poor child … Life’s a banquet and most poor suckers are starving to death… Come on now child, live ... live … live ...” — famous scene in movie, “Auntie Mame”

Abraxes

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Abraxes

May the gods and goddesses of our people bless the readers, especially those I love.

My name was Abraxes, and I was a slave. Despite this, the gods blessed me beyond all measure, and I will die as a member of the nobility. For my children, and their children, I wish to record what happened, so they may know how that happened, and thank the gods and goddesses who brought such joy into my life. The account I must relate is strange, stranger than any other I have heard of, but I swear by all our gods and goddesses that it is the truth.

A Walk in the Dark Chapter 11

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A Walk in the Dark
Chapter 11

by Maggie Finson

Author’s Note:Dahlia has learned a few things about her new self. Now it’s time for coming to terms with some of those. And no, she is still not a happy camper.

Mockingbird

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Mockingbird

By Samanthe Michelle Davies (SamanthaMD)

“Fred, you really need to get someone in to clean for you,” remarked Trudy as the state of his house just outside Blackburn.

“Ay lass. But who is going to want to clean for a crackpot like me knowing full well, that 5 minutes after they’d left for the day it would be covered in greasy finger prints?”
“Fred! I can’t argue with that logic”
Fred ignored her and carried on his speech that Trudy had heard many, many times before.

Weekend with Mistress

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Started 1pm Sat, written standing up at desk ,on a laptop on top of a stand on desk,wearing my yellow satin shortie nightie and wrap, fluffy 4” mules ,my rose collar with chain attached to it running to desk fixture. For the purposes of this story I have set it in the summer.

I await excitedly, but with trepidation for her flight to arrive, standing in my short black mini, a tight white mini t shirt over a black bra and my D breasts, a short black jacket, black satin panties and 4” black heels.

A Santa Fantasy

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'Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house... Wait a minute, I think someone has already used that line. Darn, why can't I think of things like that first? But anyway, it really was the night before Christmas and the only difference between me and a little kid was about 45 years.

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