Submitted by terrynaut on Sat, 2013/05/25 - 9:42pm
Cool City: A place where only cool people live. Image and reputation are the only things that matter in Cool City, and when people are in the public eye, they're on their best behavior, dressed in their best outfits. In private, it's a different story. The strain of keeping up a false front takes a toll on the citizens. When the facade begins to crack and the true nature of human beings shows through, a certain special someone arrives to give the city a much needed makeover.
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A man was unjustly accused of domestic abuse to the point that he's divorced from his wife, and legally restrained from visiting his daughter. When a friend takes him to BB on a lark, to try to cheer him up, he gets an idea, and then works a deal with Grandmother to be able to visit his daughter occasionally.
As usual, thanks to a very helpful crew editing and adding polish. I won't name names, for fear they get swelled heads and become insufferable, but I AM grateful.
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?
Submitted by Arcie Emm on Fri, 2013/05/24 - 11:02pm
Immortality of Emotion by Arcie Emm
Part 2 of 6
We live in a world where emotions can lift people from their sorrows as easily as drown them within. They cause you to strive for something better or hold you back, wielding control both unmeasurable and unmistakable. But what if, for some, emotions held a tangible power, if they could use the emotions of the world for their own benefit? What is the chance that someone would abuse that gift?
Submitted by The Rev. Anam Chara on Fri, 2013/05/24 - 10:43pm
by the Rev. Anam Chara+
Along life’s journey we each encounter those events where all that we know, all that we do, and all that we are may change. But even as we approach such events, we don’t always notice their markers until we look behind and see them for what they were.
One boy is about to learn that he has already passed such an event, and nothing will ever be quite the same…
Submitted by Heather Rose Brown on Thu, 2013/05/23 - 8:16pm
I Ain't Gay! Chapter 2
Copyright 2013 by Heather Rose Brown
In this chapter, Tanner experiences a nightmarish example of his parent's' over-enthusiastic support of his unacknowledged homosexuality before he meets Mel ... who may or may not be the girl of his dreams.
He stumbled over the words. Who calls their son ‘honey?’ But it grabbed him; as strong as anything he had ever felt when it dawned on him that he wasn’t calling his ‘son’ honey, but his daughter. For now there would be stumbles and half-starts. He didn’t know exactly what to do when his kids were born, but he learned… and he’d learn about things that girls like or don’t. He’d learn about how some girls like football; that Jacki would never stop rooting for the “Huskers.” That it was okay to want to dress up one day and wear jeans the next. So he tried...
Submitted by lightoffury on Thu, 2013/05/23 - 1:05pm
Bikini Beach: Way Out
Synopsis: Ashton’s father runs his life, forcing him to do sports, controlling his diet, and limiting his free time even though Ashton hates sports. Ashton searches for a way to escape his father’s tyranny when a friend suggests he try Bikini Beach.
Story concept and editing once more thanks to ElrodW. It’s been a joy bringing his ideas to life.
Submitted by Anon Allsop on Wed, 2013/05/22 - 6:47pm
Writers block, life in general as well as a lack of a muse has contributed to the sharp drop of stories. I hope that this story meets with those expectations that many who like my stories have had in the past; hopefully it will transport them into a place and time that they will remember fondly. Thank you, Anon Allsop
Let it Rain By Anon Allsop
A shrill whistle woke the young woman. She raised her head up from the crook of her arm and took in her surroundings. The first thin light of dawn was breaking the horizon, golden rays of sunshine creating a strange glow within the car. The gentle rocking and steady rhythmic clacking of the train reminded her of where she was.
Submitted by Nicki Benson on Wed, 2013/05/22 - 1:02pm
THROUGH A LONG AND SLEEPLESS NIGHT
By Nicki Benson
This is an experimental piece, based in part on the song written by Neil Hannon and performed by The Divine Comedy on their 1995 album Casanova. Readers uncomfortable with the idea of identity death are advised to consult any comments the story may receive before proceeding further.
OK, here we are again; except this time, I get to declaim!This is fiction, any similarities to any persons, places, thoughts, craziness or any other such things are purely coincidental; once again thanks to Erin for the remarkable restraint in putting up with what amounts to a crazy drunk banging on your front door, spouting half understood gibberish.
Submitted by Maddy Bell on Wed, 2013/05/22 - 9:08am
The Angel Gabrielle
As you might imagine, the rest of the week was a real drag – let me rephrase that, it wasn't that the week was any worse than usual, rather the weekend seemed to take forever to arrive. With no race this weekend my training schedule was less intensive so the highlight, if you can call it that was Friday's Gardetanz practice.
Submitted by Alexia_Sinful on Tue, 2013/05/21 - 8:04pm
Warning, This Material is a pale reflection of my childhood. There is some language and physical abuse.
If this upsets you feel free to page back. This is a very personal story, please be kind. Thank you.
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