Handsome Stranger
A Short Story
By Maryanne Peters

He had decided that the only way to finish what he had started was to get away from all distractions. His city studio was comfortable, but the city itself was right outside his front door. It was not the noise nor the light; it was more the temptation. And because he had visitors there from time to time, he kept it tidy. He needed a place where he could throw some paint around.

Daydreaming on Deck (Part 5)
By Sabrina G. Langton

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Author's note... Here we are at the end of another story. I used to write very fast, I would be on another couple of romances even before I started spell-checking the one I was finishing. (Which could take a while) Now I am in some sort of cruise mode...

“About once a month, on average, yeah.”

Daydreaming on Deck (Part 3)
By Sabrina G. Langton

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Author's note... More of our story about a quiet, married, older, new transgender woman, a listener, but she never tells anyone about all the conversations she has inside her head... I hope YOU like it...

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We were a couple of houses away. I could see Linda's car in the driveway.

“What’s bugging you, Evie?”

“I think I’m in love.”

“With Chuck? Juan? Richie Morrow?”

“No, silly, Trent. Trent Foster. He’s simply…wonderful.”

“Oy vey.”

“Don’t you think he’s cute?”

Daydreaming on Deck (Part 2)
By Sabrina G. Langton

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Author's note... More ticking inside our heroines' head. We find out what she has been up to this last year, we learn a little more of her past...

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Logan texted, he would be here at two. He was driving. I asked him if I could get dressed up, I had a little black dress I had been dying to wear. He said he couldn't wait to see me in it.

The morning after the charity gala, Debbie literally dragged me out of bed (actually the couch).
As I landed on the floor with a dull thud, still wearing the outfit I wore to the gala, I protested groggily.

A group of friends streams their gaming on Wednesday nights. But not all the action is on the dining room table.

See You on the Other Side
(End)
By Sabrina G. Langton

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Author's Note: Thank you for making it through my epic story about Brooklyn, Stevie Wonder and Peace, Love and Understanding. I hope YOU like my ending...

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Mirror Changed - Chapter 09

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~Jameson~

The pub was pretty run of the mill. High end set up masquerading as an old time Irish drinking hole. Wooden topped bar looking hand carved and well oiled. Mirror behind with plentitudes of liquors for the discerning customer on various shelves. The lighting was a dim amber, reminiscent of candleflame and oil lanterns. Tables in the corners and actual wooden barstools that were not bolted in place.

All in all not a bad pub.

And nothing at all near what an authentic pub of the old world would be like.

The flames flickered in Sid’s dull eyes, as he listened to the harsh, dying screams of the stray cat. This alley never wanted for them, fortunately, and he had plied the old tomcat with a can of old tuna he had found in a nearby dumpster, his usual method. Then he threw it in a rusted metal garbage can, doused it with gasoline, and set it alight with one of his matches.

A loud and excited gasp found its way to my antennae from across the table, “ohmigod, really!? Darbee, I’m so happy for you!”

I took a second to recoil, Bea sometimes can’t exactly handle how loud she gets. She cycled through shock and embarrassment accompanied by a soft giggle when she saw my reaction. “S-sorry I didn’t mean to get so loud.”

See You on the Other Side
(Part 4)
By Sabrina G. Langton

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Friday, November 19th

"He was hard! And you let him leave. He ain't ever coming back." Martyn was laughing when I told him about the Friday before.

"He leaned in to kiss me so his male parts didn't get too close. I didn't mean to turn him on."