The Woman held Jack's chin with one hand, turning Jack's face towards her. With the other hand, she brought up the tube to his lips and introduced Jacqueline to the taste of lipstick on her lips...

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My name is Josette Du Pres. Jack Easton continues his fall into a strange fate that threatens his continued existance as a normal eighteen year old male.

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When Jack's hand touched his breast, the woman closed her eyes. An old memory flashed into Jack's mind...

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My name is Josette Du Pres. Jack Eaton has been viciously attacked by two fierce creatures that prey on the young men of Collinsport. A strange woman has appeared. While tending his wounds, she brings an old memory from Jack's past - a memory that will affect Jack's uncertain future...

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As Jack Eaton approached the last signpost on his fatal journey, he failed to notice a black limousine parked alongside US 1. After passing the unseen limousine, he felt an urge to turn at the upcoming exit. As soon as he completed the turn, the engine of his car shut off without notice.

[without notice by Jack - just before the engine stopped a small light started blinking on the instrument panel]

She is known as "The Fickle Genie".
Follow her for as she describes one of her days.
And as usual, it is one full of ill-advised wishes.

Ten days had passed since the coven had cast the spell that set the first layer of protection over the new town.

Cheyenne, with help from Pavanna and Veronica, had set up the basic frames for several houses around the central square. The houses would be forty feet wide, sitting on lots slightly more than sixty feet across, the differences would be due to what people desired.

Cassandra's abilities in magic almost perfectly matched her business acumen, being mostly in the realm of organizing and running everything.

Tanisha's abilities were very much in the natural realm, primarily to do with plants, but she also had a fair knowledge of genetics. She put that to use once they had brought the seven vehicles to the new town and they had set up personal tents to give them a sense of privacy.

The cautions I've added are for the story as a whole. The ones for rape and violence are relevant to this part of the story.

Cassandra Jane Starshine led the six other women out of the woods into the waning light of a partly cloudy early winter afternoon.

A Christmas Short Story...

It was still a plain ordinary door. But, it was a door to people’s future that Scott would help by his commitment to work the way he had been taught, with integrity and selflessness. And that made it an advent door worth opening.

Copyright © 2017 by AuP reviner

Evan finds a well-trained K9 wandering the streets and decides to take care of him until the owner can be found. However, with each passing day Evan begins to feel ill and strange. Believing the symptoms are related to the dog, Evan tries to find the dog's owner and keep himself sane at the same time.

The Legal Stuff: For the love of my sister ©2017 Savannah Maun

A Halloween Princess, a Halloween witch, and a regular dad were walking down the street from house to house on Halloween. There were so many of these Halloween characters, moms, and dads out on the street as the sun was going down. It was a good thing that normally this was a quiet street, because the kids were running back and forth across from one side of the street to the next. They were trying to hit as many houses as they could before it got dark.

It must have been a demon who dreamed up a life regarded with male presumption. From the prescribed stoicism placed on a first born son, to the stifling collar of the school uniform, every moment was one of irritation. Yet I followed the path of least resistance, for no other reason than to lessen the blow. To conform was to evade conflict until such time as it was necessary.

Jessie was still recovering from her wounds. However, the doctor wasn’t ready to release her yet. She was still sharing the same room with her aunt. Her Aunt Mary was making progress with her recovery. Her doctor was thinking about releasing her in a few days. She was watching the news with her Aunt Mary yesterday afternoon, when the news caster spoke about the death of the President and Vice President of an MC under investigation in West Virginia were found dead.

Forty years ago
A child was born
Into this world.

Perfect
In all ways
With ten fingers
And toes.

No visible signs
Of a birth defect
Except one.

Only known
To the child.

Not a defect
As society understands
But a greater truth.

That burns
With the intensity
Of a white-hot flame.

Removing all doubt
In the child's mind.

She takes small steps
Within the safety
And privacy
Of the bathroom.

It wasn’t that Natalie hated Christmas; she could never be that cynical. In the face of blinking lights, baubles, and ornate decoration she stared ahead, and traced the steps between her flat and the office. As far as she was concerned it was a day like any other.

Her hands balled in the pockets of her coat - one pressed against the phone, the other grabbing lint - while she pressed through the carols in the air. She smiled tightly, threw a dollar into a charity bucket without a thought for who they collected, and marched on. How could she begrudge them for trying to spread joy?

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A short warning. Always be careful what you wish for when talking with strangers!

Alex Reilly and company find themselves on their beloved Homeworld. While helping celebrate a local holiday, many blanks in the team’s memories are filled in, but that only leaves a bigger mystery…

Reflections

A short story for Valentine`s day

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Authors Note: I posted this short story on Valentine`s day and I am not comfortable with the way it looks or reads. I have edited it and made changes to the story and have posted the new version under the title of Reflections 2. Thanks also to Erin for her advice when I was unsure how to proceed with the amendments.

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The mirror on the wall sees all and hides nothing.

Here he comes again he looks sad and seems to have lost his way and all interest in life.

In the UK January is a time for panto (oh no it isn't) oh yes it is! This is Buttons' tale, told with a twist