In which Cathy braves the elements and Angharad ignores more rules of grammar(and grandad).

Easy As Falling Off A Bike.
by Angharad & Little Red Riding Hood.
part 39.7684306.

As we neared the town centre, I pressed the bell on the bus and moved towards the door. "You're gonna get soaked luv," said the driver.

        Pulling the pillow off of her head, Christina forced her eyes to focus on the alarm clock. "Crap," she yawned. It was already past eight; she'd slept late yet again. She had spent most of last night Googling taxation problems to no avail. Dropping her bare feet onto the cold floor, she went into the bathroom. Her eyes winced in the pale light as she took stock of what she saw. As usual, after her Oak Grove vacations, Christina was still a girl. Even without her false breasts in place and with her disheveled morning hair, there was no doubt about it. Her powder blue cotton pj's, which were covered from head to toe with yellow chicks, certainly didn't help her cause. She was in a difficult spot- she would be returning home for Christmas, so she did not have the luxury of getting a haircut. She'd just have to find some way of making herself a convincing boy in the meantime.

Format: Novel
Chapters: 6
Word Count: 20,321
Status: WIP

Rating: 15+
Warnings: Strong Language, Contains Slash (Same-Sex Pairing), Scenes of a Mild Sexual Nature, Sensitive Topic/Issue/Theme

Genres: Romance, Action, Angst, Mystery, Drama
Characters: Harry, Dumbledore, James, Lily, Remus Lupin, Sirius Black, Snape, Voldemort, Narcissa, Lucius, Peter Pettigrew, M. McGonagall

More killer of serials stuff and nonsense. Officially the only uplifting thing is a bra - hope you can find one or two others as well!

Easy As Falling Off A Bike.
by Angharad.
part 37b cup.

What if the only possibilities are equally impossible?

Mystery of Sawnerve Island Chapter 3 - Occam's Razorburn by Jijillian and Kyosuke

As you puke - so you clean it up, hangovers don't help the cognitive processes!

Easy As Falling Off A Bike.
by Angharad.
part 35.

Who's kissing who?

Part 2:

Sorry, folks, but this is only a partial answer. More like a historical basis for what is yet to come. I figured I'd best write something, while the ideas were still fresh in my head, and while I had some free time.

Feedback is welcome, as always.

Acidalia X
By: Amanda D.

Monday July 31 10:15am EDT:

Chapter 21 — Welcome to the Festival Scene

On Moroth morning Darla woke along with all the friends at about 06:00BN, and soon joined in the hustle and bustle of people getting dressed, having drinks, and just generally making sure the house was ready to be left again maybe, for quite a while.
The twins spread the dust sheets over the furniture whilst the rest of the group was making sure that the house was clean and tidy.

If you are new to The Making of Nibs, I would suggest you go back and look at look at the previous chapters.

Chapter 13 — Misty’s

Synopsis: Terri gets to meet the Council and quite a few things are revealed. Like who might be responsible for all her problems...

Easy As Falling Off A Bike.
by Angharad.
part 32.

James Bond was on the telly but I wasn't watching it. I was sat nursing my misery and a cup of instant soup. I had seriously thought of killing myself with an overdose, but it was the last of the chicken and vegetable left. The irony of 'chicken' wasn't lost on me.

Easy As Falling Off A Bike.
by Angharad.
part 31 The Larch, the larch.

College Girl
By poetheather
Chap 13

“Caitlin, there is a problem.”

I blanched a little at that. What the hell had happened? I sat heavily on my bed. “What?”

“One of the girls has stated that she has a problem with you. She says that she doesn’t feel safe in the house anymore since you are here. She says she is worried about you peeking at her in the shower and possibly doing something. There is a house meeting going on right now about it. I already told Nadia my vote if it comes to it. I am sorry.” Gwen came up and hugged me. I didn’t know what to do, so I sat there, numb.

I was a good salesman; well I think so, anyway. I had won the monthly best salesman award on no less than ten occasions in the last five years, so at least a few others must think so too.

Easy As Falling Off A Bike.
by Angharad & Enid Blyton.
part 28b

I froze like a chicken caught in the headlights of a juggernaught. I wanted to run around in circles but stood still instead.

"So who are you?" asked the voice.