Forced

Author’s note. If my last story was about the positive side of parenting, this one is a look at the other side. Please be careful reading this.

If I had a Sister, I'd love her always. We'd do "Sister" things together; shopping, dating, just hanging out.

GILDI

by POLYROBOTICS1

A little something I wrote a few years back...

Some people's children...

I've mentioned a friend's daughter, J, before. She's more than a bit headstrong, has not so standard interests. When she gets a bit older I'm going to have to talk to her mother about introducing her to a few people. For the safety of any boyfriends she may have!

Her latest escapade wound up being self-punishing. Seems she and a few of her friends found a piercer who was willing to overlook the fact that they were underage.

She's tired, not physically, but emotionally. Tired of trying to get by in a world she doesn't understand. She doesn't understand the people and, not surprisingly, they don't understand her either.

I dreamed this, it was like Indiana Jones meets the Ghostbusters....

Coffee Shop Conversation

“Hey Mary”

“Hey Marg. Wow. You look awful! What happened?”

A secret service agent comes to the park with a very serious problem that will take Bikini Beach's special magic to solve. The problem is that it's very high-level politics, where the big boys play for keeps. Does Grandmother want to get involved, or can she afford not to?

(Note – the character Michelle Thompson has an oblique reference to "Bikini Beach: The Senator", but never appeared in that story. There is potentially another story to tie the two together. Some minor hints are given as to the reason this character knows Bikini Beach. Rachel Warren and Brett Williams are both directly from "The Senator".)

This is a new, never-before-published Bikini Beach story. It is a little different than any stories I've written in the past. I hope you enjoy.

Based on significant and STRONG reader feedback, I have restored this original version, but added a new alternate ending. Take your pick.

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The muse hit me with this just as I woke up.

Preantepenultimate

Just something that popped into my head that took a few minutes to put down do with it as you wish it belongs to all here it may help or not comments welcome

rues

Dear Mom and Dad

It's the little things...
By Melanie E.

Some times, it's the littlest things that can give the game away completely.

Don't Go: Runaways

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

Fan meeting

Author's note: Just a little bit of fun to get me back to writing again. Let me know what you think

It had been a long day at work, and I was getting ready to go home when I heard the noise.

Whoosh ... thunk. Woosh .... thunk.

I knew that noise.

It was a sound effect on my favorite tv shows of all time, Dr. Who.

I followed the sound, and there, in the corner of the lunch room beside the Coke machine, was the Doctor’s time machine, the Tardis.

Dottie’s hospital surprise - A Jaci and Dottie story

“Do I gotta have the surgery?”

If Dottie had been talking about SRS, this would have been a very strange question indeed. She was known to have the day after her eighteenth birthday circled as the day she wanted to have her genitles changed to suit her true self.

But she was talking about removing something feminine in her she never knew she even had until very recently - an undeveloped overy.

Elephant Ears - A Jaci and Dottie Story

The elephant ears may have been a mistake, but otherwise it had been a pretty good day.

Drea poured two very tired girls into their respective beds, and went and got a cup of tea as she reflected on the experience.

It had started when Dottie used her growing ability to look cute when asking for something to talk her into taking the girls to a summer fair, and overall, it had been worth it.

‘Drea’s choice, a Jaci and Dottie story

Andrea sat at her computer, trying to create a story.

How We Met

When I heard my favorite magazine was having a contest which involved writing an essay on how you met the love of your life, I couldn’t resist it, if only because we arent a typical couple.

My submission went like this:

The first time I saw the love of my life was at the YMCA. She was just relaxing in the water, sometimes moving but mostly taking it very easy.

Then came the moment that made me want to get to know this lady better. A kid came by, and accidentally splashed her in the face, and she laughed.