My Daughter, Myself

By Heather St. Claire

Prologue: The Proposal

It’s a gorgeous late spring day in the Pacific Northwest. A young couple is enjoying a picnic lunch together under a shade tree at a city park. They’ve spread out a blanket underneath a shade tree and have brought with them a basket full of sandwiches, fresh fruit, cold soda, and assorted other goodies.

Last time...
I didn't give her a chance to use it as I lifted the chair up over my head and brought it down on hers as hard as I could. She dropped like a ton of bricks! I held the remains of the chair in my hand for a moment, unsure if she was conscious or not, then dropped it. I grabbed the glass of milk out of the dumbwaiter and ran into the bathroom. Dumping it out, I filled it with water and threw it into the fire. It took at least ten trips, but I finally put the fire out. Once that was done I ran for it!

Marcie started to say something and then stopped and stared at me oddly. I was just about to ask her what she was staring at when she said, "You used to take compliments a whole lot better than that."

The tall blonde woman sits down in the chair, crosses her legs, and sighs, “Another official debrief? I mean your agent was there for this one!”

In this installment: Alarms go off in ICU, Skeeter confronts Diane, Jenny receives good news.

The Reluctant Mechanic

A "Reluctant..." Series Fanfic By Melanie E.

A big thanks goes out to Melanie Brown for writing Chrissy's stories that inspired this, and for giving me permission to share it with everyone here.

This story is fanfic, and nothing but fanfic. Any similarity to canon events is purely coincidental, and should not be taken to mean that the author of this tale is somehow telepathic or anything.

You will forget I ever mentioned telepathy in 5... 4... 3... 2....

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In this installment: Pastor Don visits the hospital, an argument between Skeeter and Diane, family time with Jenny and Melissa.

Concert of Remembrance

by

Jacquimac

Part 4

I didn`t know it but a parents meeting had been arranged for the next evening, but we went to meeting after Mrs Cockcroft and the Doctor had told everyone what was happening to me a heated discussion started, the majority of parents had no problem but one or two very vocal with their opinions. At one stage I thought a fight was going to break out between a couple of the dads.

“Okay, ladies, let’s line up!” Coach Anna’s shout ricocheted off the walls of the Emerald Gymnastics Academy gymnasium, multiplying until there seemed to be not one coach, but dozens.

As I sit in the woods on a cold fall day.
I watch the wind blow as the leaves on the trees fall.
I ask myself, is there a reason I am this way.
Would I be better off dead?
I have tried for way to long.
I have cried and cried and the tears are all gone.
As the sky grows dark and my anger builds.
I find being dead would be a thrill.
Please help me lord, I cried one time.
I head back home no longer afraid for the end was not to be on this day.
I have too many friends that would be sad if I went away.
As I enter my house, there my parents stood ready to give me a hug.

The Sound of Weeping

Thanks to Marvel Comics for all of their wonderful characters. Psylocke, Juggernaut, Courier, Nitro are all their characters.

Chapter 3

Psylocke, Juggernaut, Courier and Nitro are from the Marvel comics universe.

I added some art to help you visualize the main characters.

Charlie.

Not Chuck, never Chuck, not Chucky Not Charles in Charge either and definitely, definitely not Charlotte.

I’ve hated being Charlotte ever since I was four, yeah four when my cousins showed me what I’d never have. How he was better than me because I was just a girl. I beat him up, smacked him with my GI-JOE twelve inch action figure. (It was Snake eyes, because he always kicks ass.) I got into trouble but that day didn’t just stick with me. It was just the first crack in my wall.

The first chip off the pink paint.

In this installment: Rachael and Jenny reconcile - Melissa gets a surprise at church - Melissa and Jenny at the cemetery

Andrew’s Dilemma

Part 9

By, Cain129

Special Thanks to Wren Phoenix for the editing.

Synopsis: Things are beginning to change for Jessica. A new world has opened for her, and along the way she has been learning to come to grips with the person that she truly is inside. With the help of those around her, she is finally starting to understand how a real family interacts with one another. Jake Roberts, on the other hand has accepted Vincent’s offer and has agreed to be his enforcer. In exchange, Vincent will use his people to track down Andrew. Jessica is not the scared little kid that Andrew was, and Jessica will fight back.

CHAPTER 9
She was groaning in the morning, especially as the light was slicing through the material of the tent. I prodded Eric awake.

Smiling at him she offered her elegant hand as if to pull him up from the water. “Come,” she said, “Dance with me on the waters and lie with me on the sand.”

Life’s not a Soap at all.

By Julie Dawn Cole

I never ever give up hope
Cos life’s a story , not a soap.

For what the point if we don’t care,
For we all have days when it’s not fair,

Life is hard but - sometimes fun
Some days it rains, then out the sun,

So I always think the rains a shower
When I’m caught in a darker hour,

Yes never ever give up hope
Our life’s our story , not just a soap.

Julie

Concert of Remembrance

by

Jacquimac

Part 7

It was Friday before I could practice again, I`d tried a couple of times since I got home but couldn`t concentrate, I had to ring Julie about rehearsals tonight because I had forgotten were we doing it.

As soon as we arrived at the church hall everyone was asking how I was, was I ok to rehease?, I assured them that except for a slight headache I was fine.

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Chapter 27

“Ugnh!” Is the first thing out of my mouth and I’ve no idea how I’m not swearing. I hurt in about six or seven spots and there’s this smell on me. There’s kids and a few parents panicking and I hear dad.

“Jenna!, Jenna! Are you alright?!”

“Yeah, I’m…” I look at my arms and it’s splattered with bright yellow.
It’s paint.
Paint.
They shot at Hunter with paintball guns.

I look down at Hunter who’s bawling her eyes out and hugging my waist until dad’s there in a flash. I pass her to him and start running.

DRIFTING INTO FEMDOM by Allexcited69
The story is a fabrication of my mind. All names, sites, venues, although they may seem familiar to you are fictional. Only the expression of human emotions, the hardship, the pleasures and frustrations are real. This is the story of a wannabee slave and his circuitous route from attorney into a new reality involving chastity, body worship, humiliation and a new station in life.
WARNING: DO NOT READ THIS STORY IF YOU ARE HOMOPHOBIC,
AND/OR DO NOT LIKE READING A FICTIONAL STORY OF THE
DOMINANT/CUNNING SLUT WIFE GENRE, WHERE GULLIBLE MEN ARE