At last ‘A life’
By Julie D Cole
Chapter 46 Lunch at Browns.

‘Chris in truth I don’t know.’

But you and Aunt Judith, err mum, were lovers and you must have known.’

Chrissy it’s true that it was six months before she died that Judith and I last made love and she reacted badly to my reluctance to leave my wife and family. For a while she tried to make me jealous and she was having an affair as I said.’

‘Are you saying that somebody else might be my father and not you?’

A Visit to Canada

I bring to you a transcription of my conversation with a visitor to my country:

Alien Visitor (AV): Greetings!

Me: Welcome to Canada. You’ve arrived at an exciting time. We’re having a federal election.

AV: Ah, yes. I’ve heard of these. You’re picking your head of state.

Me: Nope.

AV: No?

Me: No. Would you like to know who our head of state is?

AV: Lay it on me, sister.

Me: The queen of England.

AV: Are you pulling my leg?

Me: Honest.

AV: How does that work?

Why Big Closet

By

Jacquimac

Let me start by telling you about myself.

I was born in a small town not far from Glasgow in 1953, my parents were from large families of different religions.

Chapter 39: Dave

I woke up scared and heard someone breathing in the room with me. I was a bit panicked until I recognized Thor's panting. Reaching my arm down through the bars, suddenly a wet tongue started licking my hand. I pulled my arm back up and Thor moved around stuck his muzzle up between the bars. I could barely see him, but I started scratching his head.

CHAPTER 74
I woke that morning sandwiched between the two and bursting for a pee. There was no way I could use the bottle, it would have freaked Darren too much, so I elbowed Eric to move and went out his side.

Melanie Ezell's Big Closet Ultimate Writer's Challenge (Week 10: Heaven's Gift)
After decades of struggle the occupation was over. The invaders from the neighboring star system had packed up and gone home, and all of Bajor was celebrating their hard won freedom. Although to 15 year old Rothko Jor it just seemed as if one type of hegemony had been replaced with another, and that some Bajorans would never be free. But he hadn't taken into account the will of his planet's gods, or the intercession in his life of a mysterious sacred object known as the Orb of Change...

TOUCHED BY THE PROPHETS
Laika Pupkino ~ 2011

STAR TREK, DEEP SPACE 9 and PARAMOUNT STUDIOS
are all copyright 2011 by Laika Pupkino...

ACT 1 Characters

Daniel/Dannielle Baptiste : The Angelus
Finch : Danielle's Lover, consort and second-in-command
Jackie Estacado : Host to the Darkness on Earth
The Darkness : the first demon
Unsen : Angelus warrior
Butch Babliano : Jackie Estacado's most trusted leiutenant

The Daily Dormouse. (aka Bike) Part 1332 by Angharad Copyright © 2011 Angharad All Rights Reserved.

Misplaced
copyright 2011 Faeriemage
Curiosity drives discovery,

Enemyoffun

 

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CHAPTER 73
It is as strange as I hinted, how Christmas passes like a train in the distance when you are working, but we had managed to distribute some oddities and soddities to our friends, and Ginny and Kate, Stewie and Sally, made it for an unChristmas Dinner on an off day, for which Ginny and I prepared a Thai banquet with some Vietnamese twists, including spicy omelette eaten wrapped in lettuce leaves with fresh lemon grass. Well, that was as unChristmassy as we could imagine.

In this chapter Sandra and Elizabeth find new friends in their conjoinments.

Hot Doggie. 2

The Daily Dormouse. (aka Bike) Part 1331 by Angharad Copyright © 2011 Angharad All Rights Reserved.

My Despair-7 By Stanman63

Life

By Gwen Brown

Love them until they kill you.

Life’s too hard, the pain is sweet.

Fear the ones who love you.

Love the ones who hate you.

They make you grow.

Deceivers will give you what you want,

Even if it is insane delusion.

Courage it takes to face it head on comes

After failure and pain.

If you have the courage

or are fuckin crazy.

Bishop slices through the water with an ease she finds more than a little disturbing. Her new body moves far too well through the warm, chlorinated wetness of the hotel pool. Lap after lap, all alone in her black one-piece from the pricey ladies shop in the lobby, her world growing smaller and smaller with each passing moment until it feels like she’s the only person in the universe. It’s just her and the warmth and the sounds muted by the water in her ears, and it feels so good to be alone in the here and now. Without company. Without context.

Without the world trying to label her and put her in what it thinks is her place.

by Randalynn

CHAPTER 72
Steph was intrigued by Simon’s proposal.

“I know he’s a good bloke, but with all this ‘excellence’ towards us abominations, is he perhaps trying to snare us for his sky pixie? Find some really top-class sinners to save?”

The Daily Dormouse. (aka Bike) Part 1330 by Angharad Copyright © 2011 Angharad All Rights Reserved.

Der junge Zauberer, der sich mit seinem Rucksack in einer Ecke des Airports abwartend niedergelaáŸen hatte, hob aufmerkend den Kopf als er já¤h aus seinem Nachsinnen geriáŸen wurde als die wohlklingende Stimme einer Frau á¼ber das Lautsprechersystem den nahen Start seines Fluges anká¼ndigte. "Ladies and gentlemen, the passengers of the flight number 235 to Dublin, Ireland, please may come to..."

Chapter 33: Steve

I turned and watched them leave. The woman was holding his hand like he was a child. That was weird, because while he had been in school the one thing that he had always objected to was being treated as a child. Something else had changed besides that, he was much more outgoing, and happy. Much different from the person I had met four and half years ago.

You meant it for evil - 23 by Maeryn Lamonte Lips brushed ever so lightly, ever so briefly, but enough. I felt the power enter me again, felt the familiar dizzy sensation, felt myself growing, straining the fabric of my clothes. The comforting weight of my hair receded. Delicate nylon stretched and tore, the straps of my sandals snapped and along with them the last of my strength. I sagged to my knees, Ken's knees. Lifted my hands to my face, Ken's hands, Ken's face. I opened my mouth to cry out, but no sound would come. Inside something broke and what poured out and spread through every fibre of my being was a most profound and utter sense of loss that went beyond imagining.