In a time and place where his wrongness would lead to him being stoned or burned unto his death, Ezekiel found a way to fulfil all of his duties as given to be him by God, and yet still be true to himself.

This is the story of Ezekiel's Victory.

"My son," said Samuel, his voice breaking. "Are you certain that this is the right thing to do? It goes against God for you to wear those clothes."

"I am her brother," replied Ezekiel. "She is innocent and it is my duty to protect her. I will protect her even unto my dying breath. They are too many to fend off with weapons. This is the best way. If God objects, well, I shall face Him soon enough and then I shall discover God's will."

A son's duty to his father, given to him by God, is to marry and produce children so that his father's blood is carried on into the next generation.
A son's duty to his sisters, given to him by God, is to protect their virtue and to protect them from harm.
A son's duty to his hearth, given to him by God, is to stand at the threshold and guard it from the thieves and the brigands who would despoil his home.
And first, above all, a son's duty to God is to always walk with God in his heart and to teach his children to do the same.

In a time and place where his wrongness would lead to him being stoned or burned unto his death, Ezekiel found a way to fulfil all of his duties as given to be him by God, and yet still be true to himself.

This is the story of Ezekiel's Victory.

Caution:
This story is set within a Puritan-like community. I take no responsibility for historical inaccuracies. There are frequent references to God and praying. This story contains references to sexual activity (see tags) — my descriptions of sex is generally minimalist — sometimes to the point of being Biblical. This is quite a dark piece in places and some may find aspects distressing. All I can say is that if you find it so, please keep in mind the title.

"Where do you think you’re going dressed like that young lady?" My grandmother asked me. I was poised outside of her house door dressed like most boys my age for school at the Smithsonian Private School. White short-sleeve dress shirt, school tie, blue pants that matched the darker blue blazer, dark socks in black dress shoes. I was caught poised with one foot in the air. I didn't have my new pink schoolbag either with the Hello Kitty on it.

As Charley watched Mom mope around the house, just as she'd moped around the house since ... well, he just wanted to smack his older sister Ruthie silly!

I sat there crying through my tears as I stared at the debris of what had
once been Emma's life- piles of books and makeup and clothing all spread
around her room whilst we decided what to give up and what to give away or
sell at a car boot sale. Emma had been a great sister to me even though we
did not always get on well together, and we had created an entire
imaginary world together. That was before the cancer got her. After that
she went downhill very fast, losing her hair to the attempts at treatment.
Despite her doctor's advice, she started drinking alcohol near the end to

"Amber, what are you doing? Anything you could use to cut off your GPS
bangle, cut yourself or hurt others has been taken away until you can be
trusted, Princess. I want you to come to the fruit shop with me hand in
hand and we can buy some tasty fruit together, no need to wear a coat, it
is summertime and people would stare at you," Helen said, taking my hand.
"Oh, and the controller button is set on a 10 and I have it with me so
don't try and escape or call for help or you will get the shock of your
life, young lady."

With a firm grip Helen pulled me, her faux daughter,

Charlie/Charlotte's story continues as Graeme finds himself being dragged deeper into his friend's mess.

If you haven't been following AGoN, feel free to jump on board, it shouldn't take you long to read the first two parts and catch up!

What If?

by

Angharad.

Ronnie’s wealthy friend Howard needs a favour, on the promise of a new iPad, Ronnie finds himself in a bigger pickle than ever Branston made.

Crime does pay, but not without its costs - As Rupert and Marshall are about to discover.

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