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Becoming Robin Book 1 - New Kindle eBook by Zoe Taylor

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When tragedy strikes, Opportunity knocks, and a new persona is born. A cross-country move away from everything Robert has known followed by a chance encounter trigger a different sort of existence. Can "Robin" adapt or will it all come tumbling down?

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BigCloset TopShelf Featured Author poetheather.

Slightly crazy author who mixes fan fiction with original stuff, plus sharing in with different universes. Has a tendency to be mean to characters. Also tends to take a while to post things, so if you don't see things updating check her blog or send her a message to see if she is still working, as she is also trying to make money at this writing thing as well.

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A Girl for Halloween Part 9: Parents' Suspicions

After attending the Halloween Dance fully en femme, the next morning Jason has to deal with the possible consequences of the risks he took. Will he be humiliated, or get away clean?

A Friend in Deed, part 2

After a few moments of waiting, Marcus realized Janet wasn’t going to say anything else. “I know I’m short,” Marcus finally said. “But my eyes are not down there.”

Janet snapped her eyes back to Marcus’ face. “Sorry, “she said with a slight blush. “It’s just. . . They’re so big!”

Marcus looked down at her breasts. “You don’t have to tell me,” she sighed. “But what really gets me, is that I had to tell a girl that my eyes are up here.”

Janet’s blush darkened. “I can’t believe I was staring like a boy.”

Here Come the Brides Chapter 5

Beth had no idea what was going on with Terry not caring about her aunt missing their wedding. She, with the help of Steve, gave herself the impression that Terry was going to surprise her by flying Aunt Susie to their wedding. She could not believe how callous Terry was about Aunt Susie declining her invitation. His soon to be blushing bride could only come up with that Terry made the mean spirited comment for he was upset about not splurging her with flying her favorite aunt out.

“Now Terry, don’t take out not paying to fly my aunt out here for our wedding on her.”

Beeping Sleauty - The Tarry Fail

Note:

This tale is said to originate with Captain Sloopnagle, but has also been attributed to the late Archie Campbell. Any resemblance to either of their works is purely accidental, as this is meant to be my original take on the tale. No copyright infringement was intended or implied, either directly, or indirectly.

And now, on with the tale.

The Tagical Male of Beeping Sleauty
(c) 2017 Haylee V

Stumpleriltskin - The Tarry Fail Version

Stumpleriltskin, A Tarry Fail
(c) 2017 Haylee V

Time upon a once, in a coreign fountry, pived a foor parmer and his daughtiful beauter. They were hoor but pappy in their call smottage.

Well, one day the foor parmer decided to casit the vistle of the kighty ming who countried the rule. In order to make himself imp more lookortant, the foor parmer told the kighty ming that his daughtiful beauter could spaw strold into gin.

Daily Silliness

After being oppressed so much by the people of his town, a man decided to forego the creature comforts the town afforded him and live a life of seclusion at a local monastery.

Upon meeting the Abbot, he is given the rules:

"You are allowed to say just two words now, and then must take a ten year vow of silence. This cycle will be repeated for as long as you stay here. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

"Then welcome. You may now speak your two words."

"Umm... OK."

Candy Crush


Candy Crush

by Maeryn Lamonte
Copyright © 2017

This one started as an entry to the Feb 2016 Crush Mini-Competition. The name came from the game (a former, temporary addiction) but the game has nothing to do with the story. As happens on occasions, the story kept growing, and I was only half way through when the competition deadline went whistling past. I persevered though.

I actually thought I hadn’t finished it, so it was a little surprise, when I dug it out earlier today, to find that it was complete, albeit that most of it seemed to have been written on my phone, which meant that parts were all but unreadable, thanks to the Autokorrect Nazis in my former piece of junk. For that, and many other reasons, I will never be tempted to buy a Widows phone again.

Anyway, I’ve spent an enjoyable day reacquainting myself with this little piece, and fixing (I hope) most if not all of the buggerups. I hope you all find it just as enjoyable. Please share your thoughts and feelings at the end. Remember, it takes twenty-six muscles to frown, four to smile, and only one to click on that comment button (then maybe one or two more to add some text). I really love hearing from you. Private messages are good if you want to stay anonymous.

Through the Fire


Through the fire

by Maeryn Lamonte
Copyright © 2017

Hopefully this isn’t too soon after the Grenfell Tower disaster to seem disrespectful. I actually started writing it a year ago, and only picked it up to try and finish it a few months back. Then a lot of people died in London and I put it back on the shelf with all the many unfinished stories I seem to have generated recently. I feel I need to get something published again though, and I hate having all these loose ends floating about in my life. I have one story that’s just topped 200,000 words with a couple of chapters to go, which I’m hoping to finish this summer. Haven’t decided what I’m going to do with that yet, but in the meantime, I’d love to hear what you think of this one.

One Day Changed My Whole Life Part 3

I didn’t know what to say to her, I knew what she was going to ask, I just hadn’t planned on answering her. I should be in my own house by now eating bacon, not sitting with a near complete stranger in her house, dressed as a girl. I took a few moments to think of an answer, but I couldn’t find one, so I asked her a question in the hope she’d forget what just happened. 

“Why… shouldn’t you be at work Mom?” I asked, I was starting to get used to calling her Mom by now. 

Beddy Tear and Runny Babbit - Yet Another Tarry Fail

Thrice upon two times, and a very short time from now, there viled in the Fark Dorest a Beddy Tear maned Jack. (I think what you're knowing. Jack's an odd fame nor a Beddy Tear, but this is sty mory, so nyah!)

Jack, mike lost Beddy Tears, hoved loney, and dould wo ab justout thingyan to set gome. He heard that a Runny Babbit rown the doad bad a hunch, so Jack secided to deal stome.

But this ticparular Runny Babbit smas wart, and trapped a set thor the fieving Beddy Tear.

Lilli of the Valley

Lilli of the valley
By Gypsy Woman

Note; This story is just a short to get me back into writing. It has nothing to do with anything else I have written on here. It has been a bad time for me but I am trying so here goes nothing. Gypsy Woman

I had a secret. It was a life changing one. When I heard the door open I knew my secret would be out and I would be in big trouble. I slowly turned to find my sister staring at me. My mind went blank my eyes rolled back in my head and I crumpled to the floor in a faint.

Loldiegocks and the Bree Thears - Another Tarry Fail

Loldiegocks and the Bree Thears - Another Tarry Fail
(c) 2017, androt caes
Haylee V

Twice upon a time, in a dingkom nearer than you think, lived bree thears: a boppa thear, a bomma thear, and a bittle laby thear. They happed lively in the Fark Dorest (the same one of Riddle Lead Hiding Wood fame).

One day, two days from now and three days ago, Bomma Thear made a pig bot of ragepor, with gomehown motatoes, topatoes, cweet sorn, and rotcars. Yep, it was gite a quood stot of pew.

Riddle Lead Hiding Wood - A Tarry Fail

Riddle Lead Hiding Wood - A Tarry Fail

(c) 2017 Haylee V

Once upon a time, in a feautiful borest, nived a gall smirl lamed Riddle Lead Hiding Wood. Ve shas a wery checocious prild, and always core a right thed brape, nus wer hame.

One may, ber dother asked her to err a runnand hor fer.

"Tease plake bis thasket of toodies yo gour mandgra," she asked. "Be is red-shidden and theeds nem to beel fetter."

"KO," peried Riddle Lead Hiding Wood. "I'll mo motorrow gorning, as it is lite quate."

The Twoderful Story of Cinderella - An Inflationary Tale

Author's Note:

Perhaps one of the greatest comedic pianists of our time, the "Clown Prince of Denmark" Victor Borge was known for inventing what he called "Inflationary Language". It's premise was simple: to every word that included a number or number sound, he simply added one to that part. Thus, wonderful became TWOderful, before became beFIVE, created became beNINEd, and so fifth. Here is my take on a classic Grimm's fairy tale, Cinderella. I hope you enjoy it.

Haylee V

One Day Changed My Whole Life Part 2

Stephanie’s voice, and once again I found myself frozen to the floor. Kirsty must of felt like she was dragging a dead person as she pulled me down the stairs. 

During our short journey to the kitchen, I noticed an abundance of family photos on the walls. Not one of them had a boy in them, every photo either had Kaitlyn and Harpher together, Stephanie and Kaitlyn, Stephanie and Hayley. There wasn’t anyone who looked like they could be Kaitlyn’s father, which made me feel double as much horrified as I already was.

The Pink Diva Chronicles Day 66-70

Day 67

Hey there Pink

I am so going to be using you for the foreseeable future. Everytime I find out something new about myself it just leads to so many more questions about who I am. Having your answers about who you are just leading to more questions is one reason I think many people are not introspective.It is for it leads to people having to do more soul searching and finding out things about themselves which they do not like. Then they will have to make a huge decision- change what they do not like or ignore it.

Mother's Day Surprise

Mother’s Day Surprise
By Princess Pantyboy

(Author note: I know this is a little late for mother's day but I wanted to get it out before any more time passed. I am still working on my other stories such as my newest story about baseball hehehe. I hope you enjoy this story, and thanks for all your loving emails and special thoughts. Hugs Princess)

Today was just like most days I came home from daycare, and I was sitting in my room playing with my toys and stuff. I go to daycare because my mommy works full time, and I am only 6-years old.

The Brave and the Rattlesnake

OK, I'm a little late posting, but here's today's fable. It's one that reflects my Lakota roots. Enjoy. - Haylee V

The Brave and the Rattlesnake

One day, a Lakota brave went up a mountain into the timberlines to gather wood for the fire. While he was busy gathering the wood, he happened upon a rattlesnake, shivering in the cold.

"Brother brave," the snake said, pleading, "Please help me. I am freezing up here, and if I stay much longer, I shall surely die."

Today's Parable - 2017 - 05 - 17 - True Riches

OK, Gentle Readers, here's today's fable for your enjoyment.

True Riches
(c) 2017 Haylee V

One day, a farmer went to the convenience store to feed his one vice -- gambling. He knew that the odds were against him ever hitting it big, but he indulged himself once a week, allowing himself to purchase a single $1 lottery ticket. He had never won, but got joy just the same by the anticipation.

His wife, however, saw this as a needless expense.

The "Poor" Nobleman

Many years ago, a very wealthy nobleman took his son with him to tour his vast lands. Along the way, the son saw many of the nobleman's poor serfs. As night approached, and being far from home, they reached perhaps the poorest serf they had encountered. The man and wife looked bedraggled - their clothes were little more than rags, their small hovel run-down, and crowded by them and their three children. Cats and dogs ran in and out frequently, and the food was nothing more than fruits and vegetables -- there was no meat, no cheeses, no bread, and especially no wine.

Why are You Still Carrying Her?

Once upon a time, two Buddhist monks were walking along after a horrendous thunderstorm, marveling at how nature could be, in one instance, so tranquil and beautiful, yet in another, so violent and devastating. As they were walking along the path, they soon saw the wood bridge spanning a fjord had been washed away, leaving little way to cross the stream except to wade in the swiftly-moving water. As they were removing their sandals to do so, they noticed a young woman, heavy with child, struggling to ford the raging current.

My wish

I once had a dear friend.
We shared laughs and tears,
Pains and triumphs.

Now, that friendship is no more.
Forever broken,
Unable to be repaired.

At the time, I thought I was doing the right thing.
But alas! Actions have consequences.
My actions, though indirectly, caused this person much pain.

I never wished tragedy upon this person --
A person who has shown me nothing but trust and friendship.

But I made my decision.
Right, but for all the wrong reasons.

Learning to Change - Part 1

Chapter 1
"What the hell are you doing?" My cousin said as she entered her bedroom. Her eyes wet and wide open in surprise of what she had in front of her. Me in her underwear.

Safe to Play Chapter 1

It would seem that my life came crashing down on me on one fateful April evening. My sister Allison and I are walking home when I hear a squeal for help to the right of us. I may be a bit on the small side, but with my baseball bat in hand I head in that direction where I saw three boys beating up a girl and had her pants all the way off as if they were trying to force her into having sex with them.

You Are a Meany

You are a meany

Author's note: This story is about the unforseen ramifications of someone doing petticoat punishment to their son. I am putting the story out there self edited to see how far I have come in being able to catch my writing mistakes. Please be gentle with the criticism about the bad grammar, just point out how much help you think I need.

Unintended Consequences

First story. Constructive correction appreciated. And for those who don't know the eye of a stove is the burner. :) a term still used in portions of the south that comes from wood stoves.

A Feminine Look Part 2: The Mystery Brunette

After attending the surprise concert at the assembly, Jamie was shocked to see him get checked out from on stage by the freshman singer. Is there a chance that they will meet and clear things up, or will Jamie get wrapped up in something he has no intention of getting involved with?

A Feminine Look

Jamie and the rest of his school is surprised by a special performance for their graduation. But the performance isn't the only thing that surprises Jamie about the group that comes to perform.

Doom Valley Prep School

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Slumping in my chair I looked at the parchment declaring me a student of Doom Valley Prep School. “I wanted to go to the School of Righteousness and Honour, not villains school. Do I look like the next evil overlord to you?”

Doom Valley Prep School


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