Chapter Seven – Heads or Tales

The Sleeping Beauty Killer is spiraling out of control. The power and domination that he projects over his family leads him to a very dark place. Penelope decides that drastic action is needed if they are ever going to catch the serial killer. This is the final chapter of this dark tale.

Shadowsblade a Whateley Tale: Written by Shadowsblade

Created for war and forged in pain, dealing with demons within and without.

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Chapter 23
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His phone was silent, and the city was unusually quiet for this time of day.

Walter sat along the edge of the skylight of a three story building, his chin pressed against the top of his cane. It was, after all, a good time to ponder on things while he waited for someone to get back to him.

Undercover Girl – Chapter 22

VENNgence Is Mine 3 revised

A Trust Machines story

This should be the last installment of Marvin's story. Thanks to dkfenger and trismegistusshandy for pointing out the errors and giving me some helpful suggestions.

Any errors left are mine.

While college campuses have changed with the times, Venn Machines have sped up those changes.

Like with the rest of the world, most people look exactly the way that they want to look.

They came for me during sixth-period Geometry and led me out of class in handcuffs. It was so embarrassing, but it could have been worse.

Mrs Beale asked what I was being charged with, but the officers refused to say. So there was that. I didn't know what the charge would be, but I did know what crime I had committed.

The Prophet

By Jasmine Monica

Serin receives an offer much like the one that Patinea recieved many years ago that allowed her to take the crown from him. Serin makes a major decision that affects the course of everyones life and Edwyn forsees a conflict and prepares

CHAPTER 22 - My body does not define who I am. I’m still a man in my soul.

A week later they got a call the doctor wanted to see them to get the results of all the tests. George in his suit and tie returned to the doctors. The receptionist was kind enough to watch the baby while George and Ellen were in seeing the doctor.

A Marvel X-Men Fanfiction starring Wolverine and Jean Grey

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Chapter 20
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“Isn’t that—?”

“Yes.”

“Shouldn’t we call—?”

“No.”

Jeff stood in the kitchen with Mary and Kyra while the new guest was taken upstairs and treated by Wyatt. Mortar Mage and Walter were up there with them in case she woke up during Wyatt’s treatment. Jackie walked in, in full costume.

I’ve been having strange dreams of late. My Lord pays a bounty on every proven wolf kill. The right ear is what the Master of his coffers pays two pieces of silver for. In my first such dream I had an arrow nocked and the bow string drawn with a wolf in my sights. That was when I noticed it was a nursing bitch. Now I may be a killer, but I’m no monster. All mothers have the right to rear their offspring. There have to be some wolves to maintain the health of the deer and ensure they don’t overgraze their range and subsequently starve. I loosed the tension on my bow and put my arrow back in my quiver. I heard a woman’s voice behind me say, "Thank you, Gervaise," but when I turned there was no one there.

Girl Singer

1. Dead Wrong

Lulu Martine

I woke up, shivering, the room still dark. Searching around for my covers in the darkness did no good. I wondered what had happened to my nightlight. Since I turned seventy, I had found my night vision fading and very little help during my frequent trips to the restroom.

The Matt to Marti transformation has come with further than expected...
Her voice and bright spirit have brought forward a charming girl.

The next morning and thanks to a delay on the subway, I arrived in the office only 5 minutes after the Wall St Market had opened.
As I walked across the floor and people started to stand up and applaud me. I stopped by the desk of one of the other traders and said,

“What is this for?”

“Don’t you know?”

“Know what? If I knew I’d hardly be asking you, now would I?”

“Your book is already up sixteen and a half.”

I was flabbergasted. It meant that my trading book was already up sixteen point five million. It must have been the trades I executed on Tokyo the previous day.

I've been chewing on ideas for other stories, but this won't let me ignore it, so here's another of Susie's Days - see Susie Saturdays for the first.

Grandma stood in front of the now uncovered well and said. “Ding Dong Dell; Belmare Moor Springs in my well.”

Well thankfully my concern we were going to leap into the shit filled well was unfounded...

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Chapter 18
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Walter found Jeff directing some construction work. He waited for the opportunity to arise to approach his friend. Years ago, when they had met, trying anything of the sort was deemed suicidal, and a good way to end up cleaning toilets and floor tiles alike with only a toothbrush. Oddest of all, those were simpler times, Walter recalled.

“I haven’t seen you around Striga Island all that often,” said Jeff.