Autobiographical

12 Days - Day 12

The Twelve Days of Christmas - Day 12
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The Twelve Days of Christmas

By Tiffany B. Quinn

Fortunately, I have access to my new nightgown drawer again. I pick a shorter flannel nightgown for tonight. After cleaning off my makeup, brushing my teeth and admiring my new studs, I braid my hair and crawl into my parent's bed wondering what tomorrow’s epiphany will be.

 

 

Friday Jan 6: Day 12 - The Epiphany

12 Days - Day 11

The Twelve Days of Christmas - Day 11
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The Twelve Days of Christmas

By Tiffany B. Quinn

I wonder what mom is thinking. I am just glad that there is not a male around to see me like this.

I can’t help but feel sexy, and that excites me in a completely different way than when Judy seduced me.

I am pretty sure that I know what Sam’s reaction would be.

 

Thursday Jan 5, Day 11

12 Days - Day 09

The Twelve Days of Christmas - Day 9
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The Twelve Days of Christmas

By Tiffany B. Quinn

I am exhausted when I finally slip into my new flannel nightgown and fall into my own bed.

As sleep creeps up to me, all that I can think of is: what I can wear for my date with Sam!?!?

 

Tuesday Jan 3, Day 9

12 Days - Day 07

The Twelve Days of Christmas - Day 7
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The Twelve Days of Christmas

By Tiffany B. Quinn

“Hey Karl,” Jake says as he shakes my hand, “Sorry we didn’t get a chance to talk.” He has been busy taking care of the dozen or so guests all evening. “This transition stuff really sucks. Maybe we should talk about this more at your party on Monday.”

“Will do,” I tell him, “I really need to talk about all this with a guy for a change.”

I walk out the door to what promises to be an interesting second half of the night.

Sunday Jan 1, Day 7

12 Days - Day 06

The Twelve Days of Christmas - Day 6
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The Twelve Days of Christmas

By Tiffany B. Quinn

I take off the topaz necklace and set it on my nightstand. I am positive that there is a very slight glow emanating from the stone after I turn off the light.

Saturday Dec 31, Day 6

12 Days - Day 04

The Twelve Days of Christmas - Day 4
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The Twelve Days of Christmas

By Tiffany B. Quinn

I went over the story again as I made my rounds setting tells and making sure the house is secure before turning in for the night.

I still don’t get it.

 

Thursday Dec 29, Day 4

12 Days - Day 03

The Twelve Days of Christmas - Day 3
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The Twelve Days of Christmas

By Tiffany B. Quinn

Pulling on my normal nightwear of boxers and a t-shirt, I wonder what tomorrow will bring. I am not sure that I am looking forward to it.

Becoming paranoid, I close every door inside the house with tells in place before going to bed.

After turning out the light, I notice a very faint glow from the topaz necklace laying on my nightstand.

 

Wednesday Dec 28, Day 3

12 Days - Day 01

The Twelve Days of Christmas - Day 1
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The Twelve Days of Christmas

By Tiffany B. Quinn

I am very tired when I get back to my lonely home late that evening. After trying unsuccessfully to work the clasp on the necklace in my exhausted state, I decide to just leave it on for the night as I fall into bed.

 

Monday Dec 26, Day 1

12 Days - Day 00

The Twelve Days of Christmas - Day 0
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The Twelve Days of Christmas

By Tiffany B. Quinn

Tradition has it that the magi took twelve days to find the Christ child after the new star first appeared at the time of the child’s birth. This is a magical time, which ends the day before Epiphany. Unlike the eighteenth-century English Christmas carol which details an increasing number of gifts with the twelve days of Christmas, Karl’s gifts do not increase in number daily. Instead, their cumulative effect has a profound impact on his life view.

 

Sunday Dec 25, Day 0

Ask the Right Questions - Chapter FIN

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FINAL CHAPTER?
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Saturday, June 9th, 6:51 a.m., 53 miles south and southwest of Boulder, CO
The engines throttling back woke me. Flagg was watching me get my bearings, then raised a bottle of water to his lips and finished it off.

“Get a good rest?”

Ask the Right Questions - Chapter D

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Friday June 8th, 8:46 p.m., Avondale, Arizona
"Wait, you are working with my government?"

She nodded, "My father is the accountant for Louis de la Vega Corbino or as is he is better known Lupe. That name means something about a wolf and a river,” she said as if it was a ridiculous nickname.

Ask the Right Questions - Chapter B

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Friday June 8th, 9:28 AM, Phoenix, Arizona
When the room was cleared Carol asked, “You two know each other, right?”

“We meet at the Christmas party…,” Valerie offered.

“Yeah, and we’ve talked a few times around the office – last fire drill,” I replied.

Ask the Right Questions - Chapter A

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Ask the Right Questions, Chapter 1 of 6

--- Six years and 5 days ago ---

June 3rd, 20:23 local time, Patsah Melah, Afghanistan
I had been connected on and off to the SAT-Link laptop since arriving an hour ago at our position on the outskirts of Patsah Melah. Colonel Flagg's delegation was just east of our position over the Afghanistan/Pakistan border and had arrived about three hours ahead of our making it to Patsah Melah.

I Love To Love You Baby

I Love To Love You Baby
By Sabrina G. Langton

Author's note: I have published this story on two other sites. I always said it was slightly autobiographical, but reading it back it is a pretty accurate account of my summer of '88. There are only 3 things that I changed. 2 are itsy bitsy tiny details and one well that is quite big. Please send postcards with the correct answers. ha... I hope YOU like it.

*Stories from the real world 3
This story is autobiographical.

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"Look at this spot! Right next to the room."

The Haircut

In the eigthies, when I was a teen I started to go to my mum's friend, a professional hair dresser, to get my hair styled. Then she asked me to model for her master exam. This is what came of it...

Highway in Heels

Highway in Heels
By Sabrina G. Langton

*Stories from the real world 1
This story is slightly autobiographical.

When I was 20 years old I used to drive a van for my parents from Brooklyn to Tarrytown New York once a week to drop off merchandise for retail shops in the area. I always had a full van on the way up, but on the way down the van was almost empty. It was the summer of 1985 and I was given twenty-five to forty dollars, plus gas to make the drive. I did this for the entire summer while I was home from college.

Letter to Mum

Dear mum,

I want to thank you from the bottom of my heart for the love you have given me throughout my life. I know the sacrifices you have made to raise me and my brothers. The long hours you worked to put food on the table. Scrimping and saving to take us away on holidays.

Now that I’m old enough to understand you explained that dad never wanted children. Which explains why he rarely came on holiday with us. Why he never did things with us like our friend’s dad’s did. I can forgive him that. I understand now people want what they want.

Sasha - An Introduction

Prologue:
Hi, my name is Sasha Anderson. I just turned 12 years old last week. I'm
four foot ten inches tall, and almost 90 pounds. You may have seen photos
of me on the internet. I am a contestant in America's Hottest Teen
Transsexual Pageant, under 13 category. It's an online beauty pageant for
young transgirls. Some nasty people online have accused my mom of setting
me on the path of being a TS porn star and escort. But it's way more
complicated than that. This is a path that I choose for myself. She

Leonora's Journal Volume 1 Chapter 1


Leonora's Journal Volume One

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The Sequel to 'Ring of Stone' by Bronwen Welsh


Copyright 2022

Author's note: This is a story set in 19th Century Regency England, in the time of Jane Austen, the Bronte sisters and William Wordsworth, and continues the life of Leonora d'Anglais, who first appeared in 'Ring of Stone'.

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