Made To Look Like An AI

By

Gwen Brown

Waking felt awful. I hadn’t been out at the Pub and had not been drinking otherwise. I could tell from seeing my breath that the room I was in was cold. Yet I was warm, and cosy so would have liked another bit of sleep, yet I was firmly awake and feeling more alert as the headache and unwell feeling passed. Had I been drugged?

Cemetery Shenanigans
Part One: Being Chased by A Phantom

I took a deep breath as I peered through the bars in the old iron fence. The sight that greeted me was one befitting a lovecraftian horror story. The grass was as tall as me, tombstones lay scattered about in all directions, there was no order to them, some were half sunken into the ground. Many were covered by moss. Somehow been worn smooth by the passing of countless years. Yet others lay broken and laying down. It seems even the dead to not gain any respect in this day and age.

The rain eases but Dennis finds out that his clothes are still not usable. After a fruitless search for something to wear, he once again becomes a Regency Miss. This time, however, he discovers the limitations of the attire of the time. Then an unexpected visitor arrives...

Scratch!

an amusement by Penny Lane

3 of 3 - Tricky Tuesday

This is not really representative of my writing, except in that it was one of the weird dreams I had that I wrote down. But it is a complete, short story that I thought was good for me to get the hang of posting stories here. Usually the dream is the inspiration, and then it turns into some massive saga. But read on about Kim and her not-so-imaginary friend Mikey.

A little game leads to mistaken identity and indirectly to love.

Slowly, Tiberius is getting the hang of things.
One year ago he joined the adventurers Conway, Debtar, and Sinea as a freshly baked mage.
His new friends had been generous with their advice and friendship.
But when the topic of Shroom Dungeon is brought up, they are unusually mum about any details.
They agree on one thing quickly. It was time for Tiberius to delve into Shroom Dungeon.
A dungeon yet undefeated. A place to lose yourself.

Sylvie's kiss totally surprised me. My first reaction was to pull away, but the fact that someone wanted to kiss me was good, and she tasted nice. I responded a bit before pulling back.

Blackmailed into being a woman: “Are you man enough to be a woman for me?”

“You can keep your job if you are man enough to be my woman and woman enough to satisfy my needs.” Blackmailed into being a woman; Quid Pro Blow.

Word to the wise: When downloading porn files and you only want to “Save” them to YOUR laptop do NOT accidently click on “Save and Share.”

The Setup

As the rain continues Dennis finds that his options have become less and less. Time for a left-field solution, one which leaves him wondering if he is doing the right thing.

Scratch!

an amusement by Penny Lane

2 of 3 - Bank Holiday Monday

You haven't arrived in popular culture unless there's a YouTube Pitch Meeting about your show! Today's installment takes a look at "My Uncle Fifi," the hit comedy series that has been been seen and enjoyed by literally dozens of people around the world. Don't miss out!

Ivan is doomed.
The draft has come and the largest war the world has ever seen looms in his future.

But not all hope is lost.
On his last night in town, he meets Norene. One of an ancient folk called the Fae Touched.
She offers him an escape, but with severe consequences.
He might lose himself.
For decades, if not centuries.

Mothers Encouragement Chapter 33

As I came around, I could hear mum speaking. I couldn’t figure out who she was speaking to however quickly made out that it was Auntie Heather and another lady.

I felt very clammy and as I refocused, I could make out mum’s face looking down at me with concern. “Are you alright love” she asked as her hand rested on my nyloned knee.

“Err I think so mum. Where am I?” I asked confused

Right when Third Period ended, Miles went out to find a private spot. He pulled out his phone and called Mr. Al. "Hey Mr. Al," said Miles. "Is this a bad time?"

"Not at all," Mr. Al answered. "Did you and Zoe find something?"

"Zoe did," said Miles. "Alan Chase told her he'd seen Brittany Meier give Isaac Schmidt a little black box. And when Zoe followed Isaac out behind the gym, Isaac opened the box, and it turned him into a girl."

"Oh, it did?"

After a dinner where no one bothered me and kept their distance from me. I was able to walk leisurely back to my dorm room. It was time to meet my roommate. I was not excited about this, I thought that a roommate would interfere with my training of James. Walking up to Morgana Hall looking at the water motif that was covering the walls of the main foyer.

Landlord

“I want a sister,” Becky used to say.
“What if it would be brother?” I tried.
“Boys are stupid! Oops! I'm sorry. I don't mean. That's I don't mean you. I'd like you to be my sis.”

When Zoe got to school the following Monday, she was surprised to run into Brittany at the front gates. "Hey Brittany," she said.

"Hi Zoe," said Brittany. "How are you?"

"I'm alright," Zoe answered. "Are you doing okay?"

"Yeah."

"I'm guessing you're through with Isaac?"

"Of course I am. And when I find him, I'm gonna give him the real breakup talk."

"Hell yeah," Zoe said with a hint of malice. "Give him what he deserves."

"I'll let you know how it goes," said Brittany.

***

There are days when you can see your whole life in a coffee cup, I guess. I certainly could, today.

Allie - The teenage years of Alexander Horten

March 20-26, 2016

Surprise! Part of my "no longer a stranger" campaign. Have some Min.

Please enjoy.

Pinkmail
A Vignette
By Maryanne Peters

He barely heard the knock on the door, but he rose to open it. The dark shape slipped past him into his motel room, moving swiftly and as quiet as that knock. Wesley closed the door.

The black hooded cloak was curiously old-fashioned, like something out of a period costume drama, but its purpose was clear. He had demanded that Oliver Ramsay meet in the out of the way establishment, and that could only be done in darkness and fully shrouded. Oliver was too well known for it to be any other way.