This is a not of love & loss. Let it be said I am not sure will this willgo..

As with all things this will become clare , as to what most tink it is all about..

This is a tale about a girl who has, for the most part, lived a very relaxing and pampered life. But, from time to time, she has a rather “naughty” side that wanted to come out and play.

One year, Rebecca became especially worried about her actions throughout the year, wondering if she would make Santa’s Naughty or Nice list for Christmas.

This story was inspired by a sexy pink Santa stocking cap at a local convenience store that simply stated, “Naughty or Nice” on the white trim. It inspired a “photo shoot” and the story followed.
I hope you enjoy!

Merry Christmas, and remember to temper your naughtiness throughout the year, even though being naughty is DEFINITELY more fun!

XO Rebecca

(This is the TEXT version of the story. Please download the PDF file to appreciate the story as it was composed.)

(a late night drabble, an unrhyming poem, a song from my heart)

I was thinking the twelve days of christmas song last night and this what came to my mind.

On the first day of Christmas,
my parents left for to me
A pair maryjanes under the tree

This is a drabble (100 word story) about someone who's run away from home.

Coming Home
Copyright 2012 by Heather Rose Brown
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After the Procedure

Copyright Rues ©2012 post on free sites if you wish. I strongly caution if your not feeling well and read this, it's a bit strong. Something I did in 3 minutes sorry forgot to add this, your comment and feelings on this. blaze away
Fate?

copy rights 2012 rues post on any free sites give me credit for doing this out of boredom

I Cry

I cry for those who have no love, who are in pain.
For those who cant see themselves as they want to,who struggle to be who they want.
I cry for the ones with no voice, who sit in terror of past wrongs.
I offer not pity be strong feel my hand helping you if you slip and my shoulder for you to lean on if need be.
These tears are for the silent screams that all of us shout that no one hears.
Feel my joy as you take a step with out help.

Small Stuff
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A drabble by Lora Guy

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Christmas Party - a drabble.

Self Portrait

Haunted, a Halloween Drabble.

Overheard One Summer Day

"Mom! John is wearing my party dress!"

"Son, what have I told you about wearing your sister's clothes?"

"Always ask first. Sorry sis."

"Its okay, But I hate the fact you look better in it than I do."

The Princess and the Bimbo
By Princess
This is a very small snippet I had in my head for a few days about a feminized husband and his abusive wife. Its a common theme in TG stories but mine has a little twist.

Half a pound

Half a pound of tuppenny rice,
Stick it in some old hose,
Pop them in the cups of my bra,
I'm a girl and nobody knows.

Wee Willie Winkie, face in a mess,
Staring in the mirror in his mother's nightdress,
Used too much makeup, feeling kind of down.
Wants to be a princess, but he looks like a clown

Pink Daze

“Mom! My shirt turned pink in the wash!”

“Oh dear. Well, you can wear it anyway.”

“Are you nuts? I hate pink!”

“Its just a color. Honestly, dear, nothing to get so upset about.”

“But my friends would laugh at me, mom.”

“You’ve got to be exaggerating. Nobody would laugh at you.”

“You don’t know anything!”

Please see notes at end

It’s another sad day for the sky is filled with dark clouds.
It’s been like this for many days, and the rain just never seems to go away.
Oh how I wish I could go out and play, but what fun would it be anyway.
I no longer laugh and I can’t smile, why must I live a life of denial.
Ashamed of what others might think, the pills still in my hand ready to swallow.
Some people told me to pray, but why bother, god hates me anyway.
Some wish I was dead, others want me to move ahead.
As the pain becomes too much to bear, I find there is no end to the fear.

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.

“It isn’t noble to be different. I’m not a hero because I’m who I am any more than I should be the target of hate for being me.”

He pushed at an errant curl. He had argued with his mother about the length of his dress . . . more out of habit than any difference over what was appropriate for a graduation speech.

“Our society wants everything to fit neatly on a spectrum with one end being preferred over the other. The fact that I’m different from many of my classmates doesn’t make me better or worse . . . just different.”

Ok boys, what’s with the masks?

Well, did he go before the judge?

Yes, she did.