Lillyn is positive this will be her day.
New exciting research is to be done.
And maybe she can squeeze out more details of this strange world from Myra.

Harmony saw Faith and says “ you found her yet or not”. Faith says “ no and because I didn't go after her she has gone missing”. Harmomy replies “ we might see her at school when the new semester starts it will feel weird not going as a cheerleader”. Faith says “ same here and we will have Jenny Calendar as our principal”.

Fleeing from our pursuers, the guy wearing my face and I find a safe spot to hunker down and catch our breath. Which affords me time to take stock of the teenage schoolgirl I've become.

I'm standing alone in the dark and in a heavy fog. A voice calls out to me, beckoning me to follow. I reach out to grasp a hand, but when I touch it there is nothing there, just a shadow that disappears as if it were smoke. I see a light ahead of me, barely piercing the fog. I move towards it slowly, the ground unsteady under my feet. The light is coming from a cave, descending deep into the earth. The voice that calls to me is there and so I follow the path down, into the pitch black abyss.

Myra has to sit through the memorial for her own death. But as soon as she can, she begins a search of her home for additional letters that might tell the full story of what he parents had become involved in shortly before their deaths. The first letter she finds is bad. The second letter she reads is much worse.

Miss Trust

If I’m not what I thought ….. what AM I? Who can I trust for advice? Maybe it’s Serendipity?

 
A story inspired by Erin's Hired Girl...

 
“Miss Pink? Miss Pink?” my boss called from the inner office.

I Didn’t See That Coming

I was taken aback as she had never shown any affection to me before. I asked her what was different now and she said that she could see the man in me coming back to the fore and was starting to think that she wanted to experience some genuine lovemaking for a change.

Part Two. Harry is no longer who he once was. The "new and improved' Harry must track down all the pieces of the puzzle before time runs out for Susan. Can she get back to who "he" once was? Contains mature themes, descriptions of sex, and transformations of all sorts. Spoilers for all Dresden Novels

Miss Taken

“Don’t steal my panties or any of my clothes.” So I stole a job Sis could have had instead. And then I had to wear panties every day. Nothing unusual about that - if you’re a girl.

Finding Julia Chapter 17 [FINAL]

By Julie D Cole

When Eve came back she noticed I was shaking a bit and she asked what was wrong so I told her what we’d been talking about.

‘Did you explain that I told you to walk out.’

‘No I just said we’d chatted and I’d tried to set up a meeting with my boss but he wasn’t available.’

Miss Communicated

Was I ever going to get inside Ivy’s panties. Chance would be a fine thing.

As a policeman, my job is to help people. When I tried to help a young girl in trouble, I find myself trapped in her body and a nefarious organization after us both.

A Country Girl Again

Friday morning dawned, as it usually did, and we had breakfast at the Vegaviana. We were all happy at having another two weeks behind us and the girls were very interested in my deputy. I told them that I had helped him sort out some internal problems and that he was a deputy for our electorate at the farm, so could be a help when it came to any problems we could have. I told them to make sure they kept his visits secret.

The Rose of Kandahar
A Novelette
By Maryanne Peters

It would be good to say that grit and determination got me through it all, but that could not be further from the truth. I survived by surrender and submission. Surrender and submission and two Afghan traditions that turned strangely to my advantage – Bacha bazi and Pashtunwali. Then later another local tradition known as Shadabi. This is really a story about traditions.

The final showdown. Who will emerge from the wreckage? The end is finally here.

An explanation and exploration

At last I am able to write again, it has been a frantic couple of days. Her movie is just beginning so I have a bit of time to tell you more. Now, where was I? Ah, the pub…..

Game Day! Even though I'm super excited about it, I still can't help but worry about the state of my friendship with Sarah. Can we mend the fence? Or will Jen's return ruin everything?

Dinner with Polly
A Short Story
(and certainly not an AR fantasy)
By Maryanne Peters

Maggie Dawson looked across at her husband Brian and smiled. They had been married for 26 years and he was still a good-looking man. He was also slight of build and not ruggedly handsome, and his hair was prematurely white, but his skin was remarkably unwrinkled, although thin and pale. She had far more wrinkles than him. She loved him now more than ever. There life together had been much more interesting lately.

“Is Polly coming for dinner tonight?” she asked.

BEEP BEEP BEEP. Somebody needed to turn off the damn alarm. I tried to reach for it but all I felt was pain. I decided to go back to sleep.

I opened my eyes again and there she was right above me smiling. Just like in my dream. She kissed me. Then there were more faces. I wanted to tell them to get out of my dream but I couldn't make my mouth work.

Miss-Tress

Once in a while, a new problem comes to a head.