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Tante’s Birthday - A Jaci and Dottie story
Drea knew something was up by how good her two charges were being.
By Judy Pittman
In 638 AD the Muslims captured Jerusalem after a long siege. Captured warriors and their sons and male relatives were castrated and sold into slavery.
In 2009 a terrorist cell is inspired by their ancestors and re-introduces the use of castration and forced feminization rather than killings in order to spread terror. The modern attack is on a military museum on Veterans’ day. Caught in the trap are middle school children.
Martin Fleming meets a watery end, but from beneath the surface something new will arise.
After David is caught at the wrong place at the wrong time, his entire life changes in ways he never could have expected. This is a fan fiction taking place in the Whateley Universe.
(aka Bike, est. 2007)
Copyright© 2014 Angharad
All Rights Reserved.
By Carla Ann
2014, All Rights Reserved
Edited by Tiffany Shar
With apologies and admiration to Red Sovine and America's great legacy of country troubadours and storytellers.
Note: All the people, products and events are fictional. Only the trucks and placenames are real.
by Red MacDonald
Copyright© 2013 Red MacDonald
All Rights Reserved.
The Faithful, North African and Middle Eastern Islamic nations, are plotting to seize the oil resources of the Middle East. By controlling the earth's oil and its major trade routes, they plan to bring the world to its knees. Then, when the entire world is kneeling, the Faithful of Allah will read to them from the Koran, preaching the message of Islam, the True Faith. The Faithful will stop at nothing to achieve their goal. But how far will they go? And how many lives will it cost?
“I think they’re under a curse to remain like that until they sleep with a certain man. Probably the sorcerer who put the curse on them, or his patron — but something went wrong and they never did sleep with the guy, and they’ve been like that for decades, maybe centuries.”
(Not Without You)
A Whateley (fanfic) story.
New responsibilities at work
Ballroom dancing has been a part of my life for as long as I can remember, but I didn’t realise just how important it would become in shaping my future until I had to take the place of one of my bosses following an accident.
by Louise Anne Smithson
Copyright© 2013 Louise Anne Smithson
All Rights Reserved.
Image Credit: Picture from Wikimedia Commons. Free for commercial and personal use with restriction under the Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported licence.
I was a junior at Sacred Soul Academy, a prestigious academy that churned out hundreds of alumni who would one day become the pillars of society. Something happened that year. My classmates and I became involved with something big that could threaten the very social order of the world we lived in and we ended up being hunted by the police, the military and everyone we had ever trusted. This is the story of the greatest escape of our lives.
What if you were told that the life you had led was all a big fat lie?
I look at it and it’s her smartphone and she has music files on it. And I’m wearing sunglasses that are muting out a lot of the neon and the flashing screens everywhere too…I press play and I smile as music from the Lord of the rings starts to play…*Concerning Hobbits* from The Fellowship movie the music as you’re just seeing The Shire.
I exhale tension with the sounds of the music and she looks at me with this I love you Pi smile.
“You did this for me?”
“Yeah…and it’s all the fun and calm stuff nothing all aggro either.”
The time and the sheer fact that she took that time doing it for me and had all this ready for me and my moments it.
I am really close to crying.
She takes my free hand and laces her fingers into mine. “C’mon lady love I’ll teach you home to twirl.”
Chapters 17 and 18 of 26
Edited by Carla Ann
Megan Franchino knows her chance for escape is now or never. With school finally out for her son Antonio, and her abusive husband going out of town she just might get far enough away before he starts looking for them. If they fail to get away, Megan knows she will not live to regret trying. There is no choice though, their recent injuries prove that if they stay one or both of them will eventually die from the beatings.
There is only one place she might feel safe to go, but will she be welcome there? Can she even get there? How long can she stay? What then? And if her husband's family does catch up to them, is there any way to keep Tony safe?
Those Little Girl's: Just when you did not think life could get any worse
By Princess Pantyboy
Kelly/Kellie: Me 10 year old boy
Week-long Savings Time? Next weekend ... Sorry!
Death’s Own Daughter
At 97 JJ Owens thought he would take one last trip to pay his respects to fallen comrades’. He didn’t see that the fates had other plains.
Edited by Catherine Linda Michel, Prof. Virginia Whippeal, djkauf and my loving husband Paul
It’s the standard length for a battleknight longsword.
I’ve spent most of my life looking at my father’s.
Now I’m staring at it broken shattered by the power of the golden bull’s big axe. My father’s battleknight on the ground damaged badly our gates destroyed and everyone running and screaming.
Everything’s on fire and my mouth is so dry.
I’m in shock or what the men-at-arms call shock because this wasn’t supposed to happen.
We don’t fall.
Twice in a
an anthology of sequels to
for Kristen Beck
In which a mystery of long standing is solved, mewling writers and chirping critics battle for the last laugh, and one storyteller discovers that there are worse fates for satire and its practitioners than closing on Saturday night...
My name was Arif bin Mohamad Zafri. This is the story of the worst, most annoying year of my life.
Chapter 13 - “A gift from God”
Giving myself a female name marked a huge turn-around in my attitude towards my drive toward the feminine.
A Quiet Strength
by Anon Allsop
Etu retraced his steps until once again he emerged in the area where the Sky Dancer spirit arose from within the cloud. As he passed the spot where she had been slumbering, he noticed a few of the tiny dancers as they flit and fluttered as though looking for where their queen had gone. Now, he didn't actually think 'queen' but the translation would be intelligible, however the meaning is quite the same.
Even at a slow jog, Etu was a half a day from his tribe, that return trip and his meeting with the Sky Dancer queen, gave him a great deal to think about. He replayed their meeting over and over again in his mind. Each time, he would pause his memory on her naked form. Almost unable to forget her beauty.
In nearly nineteen seasons, he had never witnessed such great beauty and feminine grace possessed by a single form. This pale Spirit, or as he would call her, Aponi which literally translates to Butterfly, held him transfixed as he watched her disappear right before his very gaze. He marveled at the speed of the beautiful nymph of the forest, eluding his pursuit as only one with the forest could.
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Wrote a little belated happy-birthday story for Drea, and its up now.
I just posted a new story, then immediately went back to see why it's listed as a series, then when I hit the "save" from the edit window, it seems to have posted again.
This is for those few who still like the old fashioned way of reading - PAPER BOOKS
I have just published two more of my existing novels as paperbacks through FEEDAREAD.COM
Hmmm i must of missed a memo or something some of my old seaches i saved to favorites for certain story types come up with Access denied dont have permission to view that page ?
I noticed that someone had linked parts 2 and 3 of "The Manumission Game" under part 1, instead of all three parts under an independent title page.
This spring or summer I want to go camping in the Oregon Outback and have found a place that is at least 40 miles from any urban lighting, on a plateau of some 5000 feet, in isolated solitude.
Sorry about my earlier posts. I think I overreacted just a tad. As a person who wears her heart on her sleeve I take things personally more than I ought.
Gaby Book 6 - Girls, Girls, Girl? should be available for your Kindle by tomorrow!