Introduction: This story is a third in a series within a series. The overall series is the “Cynthia Chronicles”. This story is directly connected to “Simoné and the Second Time Around” and “Marti and the Doppelganger”. The latter left many unanswered questions. Some of those will be answered, some probably not. There are many references to previous stories in the series. If you are confused by some of them, just put it off to my senility. There are some darker aspects to this story, and it is not nearly as upbeat as some in this series have been in the past. Perhaps some of it has been influenced by current situations in our own universe. I do not expect the reception to be very exuberant. There is an allegory. Myrna Moskowitz puts it out there in a later part. The Cynthia Chronicles takes place in a universe very similar to ours. Unfortunately, it might be too similar.

This submission will be in eight parts. All are completed. Any errors are mine and I will gladly accept constructive criticism; as long as you’re nice.

The girls have a great visit in Chico. The conference of witches went very well; however, there are some very serious issues to be voted on. Arnold and his family make some new friends after being falsely accused of mischief.

Time on My Hands

Chapter 41: 347-352 CE: Colonizing the Azores

Since Christianity had taken hold of the Clan Ravn the burial practices changed. The circular burial mound of Olvris was huge, 180 feet in diameter and 19 feet high, had been fine for the honoring the Norse gods, but was considered a bit too ostentatious for Christianity. Svenn decided the mound could become a dynastic memorial for those who led Bazram.

Family members had been buried around the burial mound and that would continue, however, the successors of Olvris would be buried atop the mound. As the first successor, Bjorn would be buried on the top with a simple gravestone. When Svenn’s time came, he would be buried beside his grandfather, with future successors following suit as the grave sites wound around and down the hill. There would be more than enough room to bury centuries of successors. Svenn would also erected a huge memorial stone listing the names and lineage of those buried in and on top of the burial mound along with the dates of the birth, rule, and death. Additions would be made as needed.

The Treasure of Eerie -- Chapter 4
By Christopher Leeson and Ellie Dauber

Myra returns to the scene of the crime: once with Paul and regrets and once with her old gang for adventure,

The Treasure of Eerie -- Chapter 4
By Christopher Leeson and Ellie Dauber

December 16, 1871, Continued

CHAPTER 48
That night, I lay once more with my lover, safe in our home, in my family, and tried to find the words for him. I had already walked him through my interview, but that was a doddle in comparison.

“I want in to see Lexie afterwards, love”

“How is she? I haven’t had time to pop round since she woke up”

“Gemma’s taken over her diet”

Special thanks to LookingGlass for the unintentional inspiration for Mack's family. It's tough to have a story involving pro wrestling without the inclusion of characters from a nation famous for its pro wrestlers. Unless by some unforseen plot twist, this is the penultimate chapter.

“Wears MY panties?” my sister screamed.

“Wears my panties – and what else! Not if I’ve got anything to say about it!” It was like being next to an angry avalanche.

An AP-500 story-starter

Arabella woke-up early and took Trigger outside to potty her. She had peeked into the master bedroom and found Gina and Arnold sound asleep in each other arms. Neither one was wearing any night clothes. Cadmus had looked at her and then laid back down.

“Come on Trigger, let’s go potty.” She puts Trigger’s leash on her and walks her around outside.

The Last Priestess

Chapter Seven : Justice

By Sasha Zarya Nexus

A fan fiction sequel to Jonathan Betuel’s

The Last Starfighter

and Universal Studio's 1984 Movie

Jeff Rogan, was a boy whose life seemed to be going nowhere fast. He loved escaping from life into acting roles both for the stage and also in games. His hopes were upon an application to a boarding thespian high school to escape to the promise of the life as an actor that he dreamed about. But the gift of a new VR game from his mother changed his life in ways that he could have never imagined to become "The Last Priestess".

“Land of Confusion”
"The Last Domino"
"In Too Deep"  
"Tonight, Tonight, Tonight"  
"Throwing It All Away"
"Anything She Does"  
"In the Glow of the Night"
 

Land of Confusion

It’s been three years.

"You'll look like Angela - in a mirror!"

How often does something REALLY unexpected happen in the average life. Once? Twice? Never?

"It's just you copying what Angela does - as if in a mirror. You've got to be a look-alike, y'know. You can do it," Ashya insisted.

An AP-500 story

I let out a long, satisfied moan as I stretch my slender body out on the sun lounger. It’s the hottest summer I’ve ever known, but that’s not the only thing that makes it the best summer ever- there’s also the fact that I have a disposable income of my own from not one but two part-time jobs, I have a tall, sexy boyfriend who seems to fancy me more with every passing day, and the not-so-small fact that I’m currently wearing just a tiny bikini, whereas 365 days ago, I was stuck in a cramped classroom wearing a hot, stuffy school uniform.

If you ask a man on the street to tell you an important figure from World War 2, the answer will be Adolf Hitler (a newspaper, 1999).

Caution: smoking scenes and limited scenes of violence

In the 2000's, thousands of people claimed to be the reincarnation of Hitler. Some came with shocking proves. Is there an explanation to this? Is Hitler walking among us? If not, when will he return? And where did his soul come from?

In the near future, Andy is looking for a way to earn some money. He decides to go along with what appears to be a Nigerian scam. Things don't go as planned of course.

Hell’s Belle

Author's note: This was gonna be my submission for the Halloween mix tape, but it didnt work there, so I am letting it go free as a solo.

The last “normal” day of my life started out like most of them had since I flunked out of college a year ago - looking for another meaningless dead-end job.

Not that it seemed to matter if I found one, my record so far at one place was just over a month.

But my morning’s search online was interrupted by an explosion in my kitchen.