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The Present

It's been awhile! For the last few years, life's journey has been taking absolutely everything I have to give it. However, I have cranked out this modern take on the theme of the Fates messing with your life, thrusting you into the kind of situation that makes you feel trapped and teaching you the harsh lesson that control is an illusion. Writing about that metaphorically was a great exercise that I thoroughly enjoyed. I hope you enjoy this story!

THE PRESENT

The Alluring Song Of The Ocean

Gabriel is a survivor.
In the falling apart and sinking city of Verrencia, you have to be.
Especially if you are an orphan living on the streets and channels of this once great city.
His lucky break comes while hunting for treasure in an abandoned shop.
Not knowing that it will transform not just his life and set things in motion outside of his control.

(This story in the "undesirable classes" universe can be read without reading previous stories.)

One Good Turnip Deserves Another

One Good Turnip Deserves Another
By Camospam
Journal Entry

She did it again!
I hate it when she pulls my face down into her breasts. And what in all the hells does ‘Onee-chan’ mean anyway?

Transport-What?!

Tom has hidden the fact that he is in truth Amanda for too long.
It is time to tell her parents the truth. That he is a she!
But when her parents utterly fail to grasp the concept, Amanda has to get creative.
She borrows terminology from her parent's jobs.
It works, but with very unusual consequences.

Enticements

Introduction
A married man with a secret addiction is found out by his first wife who divorces and socially slams him. He sets and obtains a goal of put his shattered life back together, then risks it all with a second wife, who unexpectedly brings with her a goal of her own, and the enticements to reach it.

Authors note: This work contains an unmentioned enticement of its own. It is the reader's choice as to if they will yield to it, or perhaps they will yield without even knowing it. In any event, may the reader find enjoyment within.

The Princess of Q'fahr now on Amazon Kindle

This is a story I did a few years ago and posted on Sapphire's. It's an attempt at Science Fiction and Adventure. At the time I wrote it, I had never read any of the Gor books. Now that I have, I'm surprised at some of the similarities.

The story is about Bill, who, through a travesty of justice gets involved with a dying boy. With the help of the boy's late uncle's writings, Bill is pulled into a strange, savage world.

The Princess of Q’fahr

By
Melanie Brown

Copyright  © 2005

Princess of Q'fahr
Princess of Q'Fahr on Amazon

Self-made Man, Umm Person

Self-made Man, Umm Person
 
By BillieBob

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What if it only took the power of thought to make things possible? Just imagine your future and make it real. If you have the tools to do it. Mainly, yourself, and only limited by your imagination!

Georgina

Georgina
 
By Samantha Jay
 
Copyright © 2010 Samantha Jay

 

I had a second chance to get it right. To make sure that what happened to Peter wouldn't happen again. This time I wouldn't fail. They would have to kill me first...
 
The long overdue sequel to Peter

Five for Fifty

“No matter what happens … no matter whether or not you grant my wish … I just want to say how much I appreciate your friendship. You’ve been kind and patient and compassionate, helpful and honest and … most of all … been there when I’ve needed you. Thank you.”

Five for Fifty

by Maggie the Kitten

The River of Shadows

The River of Shadows
by Alyssa Plant

 
A high school senior heads to Boston to visit his sister for Halloween. A twist of fate reveals something they would never have admited alone... and it proves to be the one thing that may keep them alive when the best laid plans of a group of college students are lain waste by a force of terrible evil and corruption that has thrived for centuries... Can Charlie Kane be strong enough to live? or will the River of Shadows claim yet another victim...?

Becoming Chloe 1 of 3

Becoming Chloe Part 1 of 3
by Cindy Johnson ([email protected])
Audio version avaialble - send a request to my email

It was about a year ago when Kate was putting my dry cleaning away when she noticed 'the box' and that's when the changes started. She found my secret stash of women's clothing and made me explain in detail why I would hide this from her. Since the box contained every feminine item you can think of in my size along with size-9 high heels, there was no escaping a truthful answer.

The Angels Take America, part 2

“Well- well you look amazing,” Nikki giggled, composing herself as she and her friend exchanged a warm, friendly hug. “When did you get here? I didn’t think I was going to see you until Thanksgiving?”

“Did you really think we were going to miss this?” Alexa asked. “The closest Angel launch event to Minnesota, AND it’s Jamie? Of course we’re going to be here!”

“Well I am seriously glad you are!” Nikki giggled, wiping the tears from her eyes. “Ugh, my mascara’s probably wreck- wait, you said ‘we’? So Jenny’s here too?”

The Belle of Eerie, Arizona: Chapter 5

Myra goes to the Christmas dance with an important mission in mind. To carry it out, she'll have to do a few things that she'd rather not do, like asking for a favor from a man of the law.

Grandma On Guard - Chapter 4 of 14

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Chapter 4 - The Invalid

Paula
"You look all in, Titus," I said as we entered my little apartment. You get the shower first and I'll rustle us up something to eat, then we can crash. I should have been in bed hours ago."

"Me too. Just point the way."

The Widower

It was a bright mild sunny summer day, not right for a funeral, Skies should be grey and cloudy, the rain should be coming down, it should all help to stress the misery of why we were here.

I was coming out of the crematorium with Colin, the husband of Julie, my best friend since schooldays, we had just seen her coffin go behind the curtains to the strains of her favourite hymn, Jerusalem.

The Huntress Chronicles Interlude

This is the talked about Rose's birthday, and Xmas for our friens. This story features no creatures or monsters, instead it is about what happens on Xmas day and Rose's birthday. It's meant to be a cute little interlude until the real terror begins. I hope you enjoy ♥

Terri Nailed In Burgundy Polish

This story is Fiction, the characters and situations in this story are products of my imagination and not based on any reality.

Mom and I were having another one of our discussions, this one was getting a little more intense than previous dialogues. Our parents had five children, me being the youngest. Unfortunately for me all of my siblings are female ranging from one year older to four years older. If Dad had been around I maybe would have had a fighting chance. Dad was one of the unlucky ones, killed when he stepped on a mine in Iraq. He and seven of his unit lost their lives or were wounded badly that day.

Burn This Diary

I recently found a diary washed up on the shore.
It bears witness to the demise of an island no one remembers.
Retells the fate of a young teenager and a mystery unfolding.
Maybe I should have burned it, but then again, what harm is there to share it?

The Angels Take America, part 1

"Ahh, I am SO excited about this!" Krystie squeaked as the plane started to taxi down the runway at London's vast Heathrow airport.

"Never been to America before?" Viks asked.

"Nope!" Krystie giggled. "Never even been outside Europe before, and even then it was only for the other launches, heh."

"Didn't get much of a chance to honeymoon thanks to 'other considerations'," Mikey, Krystie's husband, chuckled as he tried to calm the squirming fifteen-month-old child in his lap.

Erin Pasties And G-Strings

This story is Fiction, the characters and situations in this story are products of my imagination and not based on any reality.

I had been out clubbing again, the only thing that seemed to take my mind off my problems. The problems seemed to be piling up, from my lack of a job to the rent being past due, you name it, and it had gone wrong. My name is Erin Waldrop, twenty-three years old, a college graduate and in trouble up to my neck. I shouldn’t be going out, since the few remaining dollars I did have vanished quickly at a club. The fact that I had given up hope allowed me to forget why I should save any remaining money I have.

Barbara Making The Team

This story is Fiction, the characters and situations in this story are products of my imagination and not based on any reality.

To say we were a sports family would be quite an understatement. Both of my parents are P.E. teachers at my high school, that is good and that is also bad. I was smaller in stature than a lot of males, but kept myself in good shape, that is the good part. The bad part is, that I am expected to be the best in any sport because of my parents. Fellow students figured I was a shoo-in for any team, being the son of PE teachers.

Donna Paybacks Can Be A Bitch

This story is Fiction, the characters and situations in this story are products of my imagination and not based on any reality.

I had built my realty business up from a single office to well over three hundred offices, now I needed to sell the business or find some investors badly before I had to declare bankruptcy. The recent downturn in the economy had hit my company hard, causing me to curtail activities severely. It had not reached the point of laying off personnel yet, but another couple of weeks without an infusion of money would make that a necessity. It wasn’t because I wanted to sell it, quite the opposite. To keep it a viable business I had to get some cash infusion, either by selling the whole business or some part of it.

Brittany Nudged In The Right Direction

This story is Fiction, the characters and situations in this story are products of my imagination and not based on any reality.

My sister and I were a product of a dysfunctional family. Our parents had divorced five years ago, my sister living with my Mom, and I was sent off to live with my Dad. One week a year, we got to see the other parent, the stay was often stilted, neither of us knowing what to say or do with the opposite parent. Sis and I would get to see each other for a part of a day, as we exchanged parents, if we were lucky. Now, I was being sent to live with my Mom, Dad is getting remarried, and his new bride is not comfortable with a young man living in the house. In a way, it is probably for the better, the last few months Dad and I have grown farther apart.

Sheathed in Silicon - Chapter 2

Sheathed in Silicon

Chapter Two

[Previous] - [Next]

The sky was nickel green even through the sepia, and the atmosphere overhead above seemed to boil. There was no sun to speak of, only the glow of LED's from a million different monoliths that made up the skyline. They dominated everything and were singularly brutal. Little care was given to aesthetics; this was entirely unlike the cities he remembered.

Diversity

Diversity
A Short Story
By Maryanne Peters

“You have to be either gay or black to get ahead in this organization.” Luther drank deeply from his tall glass of beer. “I’m black, so you lose.”

I could only shake my head, but in agreement. But we were here to celebrate his elevation to a named manager on one of the key funds established by our employer. That meant not only the status but a share of the return based management fee.

Sally Breasts Of My Own

This story is Fiction, the characters and situations in this story are products of my imagination and not based on any reality.

I earned my living as a consultant, advising people in how to invest their money and hold on to what they had in today’s economy. I purposefully selected only female clients, most males think they know better and do not listen to the advice I give them. Then, when they lose a chunk, they blame me for steering them wrong. I avoid all of that drama by not taking them as clients in the first place. I have managed over the years, to amass quite a few clients, mostly in the upper echelon of business, across a large spectrum of business types.

Maintenance Workout - The New Yoga Dance Doll

Zane lives two generations into the future.
By now, mankind has access to many marvels.
Not so Zane. As a welfare recipient, he lives with the bare minimum.
When he gets an interview for a maintenance job, he vowes to do whatever it takes to get it.
Though soon, he wonders why his potential future boss calls the job yoga-dance-doll ...

Debbie Asking A Lot

This story is Fiction, the characters and situations in this story are products of my imagination and not based on any reality.

I am a recent addition to a work group, its sole function to court and sell a new customer our products. Our company manufactures different female products, from cosmetics to lingerie, and this retailer had withstood our best efforts to get them on board. So our company put together a select group of people with different skills to approach and try to land the customer. All were female except me, my field of expertise not often inhabited by females. I am the numbers person, supplying all matter of statistics to impress and influence sales of our products, yeah right.

You Are a Meany Chapter 8

Summer was the best time of the year for kids, and even with the added stress, for parents having the extra time to be with the kids was a mixed blessing. The kids having time to just be kids added to the parents’ responsibilities. Not one loving parent would complain about the increased difficulty in juggling work-life balance. At the same time, they did know the extra part in their life would add strain to their daily routine.

Millicent Living The Dress Code

This story is Fiction, the characters and situations in this story are products of my imagination and not based on any reality.

I was getting dressed after a relaxing hot shower. I was savoring a recent encounter with Cassie. We had met at a company office party for the holidays. I had reluctantly went to the party, my supervisor insisting that I attend; so I made my appearance, planning to leave early. When I saw her, I was immediately fascinated by her, a blonde, fairly tall with a well-proportioned figure. Translation: gorgeous and stacked! I made a point to introduce myself, she was cordial, but no bells ringing or fireworks going off for her apparently. The introduction was one sided, I introduced myself and she shook my hand, that was it as she walked off talking to someone else.

A step too far?

{This is one from the archives. This one originally dates from 2009 and was finished in 2018 after several previous attempts that got nowhere}

It was the height of the morning rush hour and the crowds of commuters were on their way to work.

Pierre Clement was one of the commuters who in their tens of thousands made their way from Waterloo to their place of work five mornings a week, week in, week out, year in, year out. Most of the time, he was just another face in the throng of people using the station.

Pierre had been living in London for more than ten years and ran a Wine Importers that was based on the western edge of the ‘Square Mile’. He waited patiently for the No 243 bus to take him to his stop on Theobalds Rd. He was not in a good mood that morning as another passenger on the 07:45 from Guildford had spilt their coffee when the train stopped at Effingham Junction with an unexpected jolt. Quite a lot of it ended up on the previously immaculately pressed trousers of his business suit. Several other passengers did a good bit of ‘effing’ of their own.

One More Switcher

 

One More Switcher
by Melanie Brown
Copyright  © 2020 Melanie Brown

Jerry and Max decided to play hooky on the wrong day.


This is a "side-quell" to Switcher as the story takes place simultaneously with Switcher. It helps to read Switcher first -- Ed

Darla Fast Pitch To Femininity

Since this story is Fiction, the characters and situations in this story are products of my imagination and not based on any reality.

We had just moved to the town, Dad getting transferred here to head his company’s local manufacturing plant. It was quite a promotion for him, this particular plant has over five thousand employees, the biggest in the company. The company furnished a home, and of course a company car. Mom was okay with the move, her sister living a few miles to the north, they were already planning side trips and family excursions. Sis and I were not that thrilled, we were happy for Dad, but all of our friends were back at our old home, plus we had been on most of the high school sports teams now we would be starting all over from scratch.

I Told You So

I Told You So.

Sue was dressed in a black crushed velvet pantsuit, that at first glance could be mistaken for a man’s tuxedo. Her broad shoulders and her salt and pepper hair was pulled back in a severe bun on the back of her head only added to the illusion. It would take a trained observer to detect the very feminine voluptuous body concealed behind the manly façade.

Celene Waking Up Female

Since this story is Fiction, the characters and situations in this story are products of my imagination and not based on any reality.

My head hurt, eyes felt they were hanging out in the air and my mouth felt like it was stuffed with cotton. I blinked several times, the image before me was still blurry and I realized I had no idea where I ended up last night. I was in someone’s bed, I don’t think it is mine since it seemed much softer. It also smelled better, almost like flowers.

Julia Sing Me A Song

This story is Fiction, the characters and situations in this story are products of my imagination and not based on any reality.

Sis came bounding into my room, out of breath and obviously excited. It was late, almost one AM and she apparently had just returned from her date with Mark. She plopped down on my bed, grabbed my remote for the stereo and turned it down. I stuck my tongue out at her, a normal occurrence between the two of us. She shoved her hand under my nose, and I noticed the ring. I set up and hugged her tightly; apparently, Mark had asked her to marry him, and since she is wearing the ring, she has accepted his proposal.

Lisa Life As A Married Woman

This story is Fiction, the characters and situations in this story are products of my imagination and not based on any reality.

I had been summoned by my older sister, her voice in panic mode meant that whatever the disaster was, it was serious. I flew in from Vegas, where I have lived for three years now. I had got lucky when I first moved there, the job I managed to obtain was working behind the scenes of one of the casinos big shows. That casual start had led to lots of good things. One of them being able to buy my own house with a few acres just last year. I was now head of the technical parts of the show, the backstage part of it. It was one of the follies shows, mainly a review featuring lots of semi naked females and a couple of singers. Of course, being around all of the gorgeous girls was equally delightful, a plus to the job for sure.

Rose Kick That Leg High

This story is Fiction, the characters and situations in this story are products of my imagination and not based on any reality.

Well, it all started about eight months ago, I had been working in Vegas for a little over a month, a transplant from Southern Arizona. I came up here to try and further my career as a dancer. Of course, the chances of getting a job professionally are quite low, but dreams and ideals spur you on to keep trying. It makes it twice as hard when you are a male dancer. The majority of the dancers in Vegas are female, buxom semi-naked females. I auditioned at seven different casinos, each audition went well, but they had nothing to offer me, they would keep my audition tape and let me know if anything changed.

Ashley, part 15

I let out a long, loud sigh of relief as the bell rings to signify the end of yet another school day. Two years ago, I'd have given anything to be able to sit in a classroom dressed the way I am right now, but today I am almost desperate to get home and strip off the stiff grey skirt and black tights that are covering my lower body.

Christy Blackmailed Into Dresses

Editing and inspiration from Chrissy B, a true BFF

Since this story is Fiction, the characters and situations in this story are products of my imagination and not based on any reality.

The first email I received was a shock. It was addressed to Christy. I looked at what email account I had signed on to, then took a deep breath. Someone knew about Christy and had sent an email to my male self.

Christy,
Don’t you just love the new spring fashions? The sundresses are to just die for! Hope to see you in one soon.

Another Switcher

 

Another Switcher
by Melanie Brown
Copyright  © 2019 Melanie Brown

Roy should have picked a different place to have lunch


This is a "side-quell" to Switcher as the story takes place simultaneously with Switcher. It helps to read Switcher first -- Ed

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