Glimpses of the Afterlife
By Ellie Dauber © 2006

The true and final fate of Saddam Hussein.

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My name is Anson Porter Parkness III. I've been a professor at a fairly decent community college for the last fifteen years after working my way up from the lowly level of being an undergrad teaching assistant to the most bigoted, egotistical piece of sh*t I've ever known.

Thankfully, Prof. Jameson was nice enough to retire the year before I got my masters degrees in Education and Modern & Medieval History.

Shadowsblade a Whateley Tale: Written by Shadowsblade

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

When magic spells are cast, some are very specific, but others are vague on the details. If a wizard changes a man into a lovely maiden, he might decide what the new woman looks like and how she's dressed. But what happens if the change is triggered by a magical object, or an ambiguously worded wish? Who determines what standard of beauty to use? Who determines what clothes she's wearing after the transformation and makes sure that it's color-coordinated? Who decides on her hair and makeup? Or imprints skills she may need for her new life? They are...the DMGC.

A whimsical and sexy romp with fairy magic gone awry and their frantic efforts to put things to rights!

The Good Samaritan

Chapter 8: Lessons Learned

That day was one of the most fun times I had ever had, though the girls quickly got bored and wanted to leave. Thinking that if they got chances to drive a car, they might want to hang around longer.

As I was looking around at other peoples equipment as they started coming into the pit area, I made my way over to Aaron and Roger's table. I hinted around that maybe if they and another friend might try to get Clara and the girls interested in cars, that it might be nicer around here.

The Good Samaritan

Chapter 7: Racing Bug

Another month goes by, and things have only gotten better. Last night we went to the restaurnt that Bobby took
us too before, again. When Bobby told momma about he and mom getting married, she was overjoyed. She was also
impressed by the ring Bobby gave her.

At one point just before we left the cafe, momma took Bobby aside and had an animated discussion. Whatever they
were talking about, it was very important to momma that Bobby needed to do something, and very soon.

"Alright kids, get on the bus!" Said the gym teacher, pointing to the kids in the bleachers, waiting to be dismissed. Yelling, all the kids run out to their buses. Including Kaleb. Now Kaleb was a pretty average 17 year old, although a bit weak for his age, nobody bothered him, because he had longer hair than some of the boys in the school and creeped the other kids out, but that was alright with him, as he was also antisocial. Getting on the bus, it didn't take too long for Kaleb to find a seat, unaware that it was occupied.

Sometimes, you have to buy your future by mortgaging your past...

Shadowsblade a Whateley Tale: Written by Shadowsblade

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

We are the Defenders League. We fight to protect those who cannot fight to protect themselves and to stop criminal acts in progress.

We are nine in number. Four males, five females, with ages ranging from barely 20 to our eldest member's hale and healthy 91 years.

Six of us were born here in Canada, one is a dual citizen, Canada and UK, and the other two moved here and eventually became citizens.

We tend to work in two groups, which can be brought together when needed.

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Daddy Bear
By Ellie Dauber
Copyright 2001

I was going through some old files, and I found this story that, apparently, I never posted. It's on the perils of internet predators -- or, maybe, the peril to internet predators, and I’m not sure if it’s out of date. Please let me know what you think of it.

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Daddy Bear
By Ellie Dauber
Copyright 2001

> Hi, this is DaddyBear. Are any of my little honeybears in the chatroom tonite?

Hi, DaddyBear, this is Swee-Tart.

By Zapper

The Good Samaritan

Chapter 5: Pieces

The next morning I woke earlier than normal, feeling like my insides were in a knot. This morning's assembly, was going to put me in the spotlight, front and center. I didn't think I could deal with this sort of thing. I decided the first thing to do was to take a long bath to try and relax.

Robert has lost everything but his love for cars.
An old man lost his wife, but not his car.
A trade is made and both find comfort.

Switched
By Princess Pantyboy

Me, Kelly 8-years-old boy
Beth 12-year-old big sister
Miley 4-year-old little sister
Mom 32 yrs. old looks like she is 19 and beautiful
Dad 40 yrs. old in the military away on deployment overseas

The Good Samaritan

Chapter 4: New Lives Begin

After that, I began to settle in as Vicky, though some things were hard, clothes for one. Vicky had lots of clothes that seemed both immodest and conservative at the same time. Sometimes my choices were looked on as too prim and others as being whorish. And don't get me started on the makeup.

Funny enough, what I thought was appropriate, Stephanie seemed to like the best and Vicky wasn't happy with. So everything became a balance between mom, Vicky and myself.