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Part 49
Punishment

I was feeling a bit sorry for myself on Friday. I mean, I got grounded and it wasn't even my idea. Well I suppose I could have, well should have stood my ground over going to Anna's party. In the end I suppose it was my fault, I shouldn't have given in to everyone's haranguing. Now instead of ending the whole dressing thing I was in the middle of an incident! What was even worse was that I don't remember half the night as I was in an alcoholic stupor.

"Hey Drew!" it was Anna calling me, I pretended not to hear her

"Drew, don't be like that, I want to apologise"

"Why? You got what you wanted and made an idiot out of me!" I fumed back

"Look Jules told me about your Dad grounding you and that, I really am sorry" and to be fair she did sound it.

"It wouldn't be so bad if I could remember half of it" I told her

"Oh boy! You really were out of it weren't you?" she replied

"Look I accept your apology, but I'm still grounded and just for peace of mind I'd like to know what I did or didn't do!"

"Ok, look I've got to get to class now but meet me by the science block at lunchtime and I'll tell you"

"Thanks Anna"

How can you stay angry with someone with hair that colour? I can still barely keep a straight face when I see her.

I tried to concentrate on my work for the rest of the morning but my need to find out about Wednesday was weighing heavily on my mind. Eventually the lunch bell sounded and I joined the mass exodus to eat. I found Anna waiting for me.

"How come you didn't ask Juliette?" Anna started

"She's not talking to me, she blames me for getting her grounded!"

"That's not on Drew" Anna agreed

"So what did I do?" I asked as we found a quiet corner to talk and eat.

"Well what do you remember?" she queried

"Obviously going to the 'Miners' and the chip shop. But not much after that until I woke up."

"Boy! You really did go! Okay do you remember putting on Mum's minidress?"

My blank look must have been enough reply.

"Well we pulled straws for forfeits, you got off lightly really."

"Why? what did everyone else have to do?"

I could see her contemplating whether to tell me.

"I guess I can tell you. Well Kazza had to shave her pubes, we pierced Kirsty's nose, Jules had to run down to the main road naked." I giggled, "Sonia had to drink three shorts in a minute, you got to dress like my mum when she goes clubbing, Charlie lost her eyebrows to my razor and I had to wear a nappy all night!" she finished.

"Who thought all those up?" I asked

"Well we each came up with one, Jules put in an extra one for you"

"I guess it could have been a lot worse than a dress" I allowed, "what happened after that?"

"Well we sat drinking cider and playing Cd's until about two then we went to bed"

"I didn't do anything embarrassing then?" I asked

"Well some of your dancing was seriously bad, but apart from that no. You want that tomato?"

"Here," I passed her the fruit, "at least I'll be able to look everyone in the eye"

"Yeah well apart from Kirsty, it was 'your' suggestion that got her nose pierced, her mum went ballistic too"

I felt sort of responsible.

"Tell her sorry, but at least she could take that out, I can't get this ring that Sylv put in out" I indicated the hoop in the top of my ear.

"You need special pliers, why don't you go and ask her to take it out?"

"I can't, I'm grounded remember?"

"Oh yeah. Well anyway I've got to go, see you later"

"I guess" I replied half heartedly to her departing back.

"Drew, get yourself down here!" Dad shouted me

With little enthusiasm I joined him in the living room.

"Sit"

Well you don't argue with Dave Bond when he's in this mood. I sat.

"Right young man, I've spoken to Anna's parents, they didn't know you had all been to the pub and I reckon just about now Anna will be getting a talking to. I spoke to your mother earlier and she is not amused either, she was all for flying home straight away but I convinced her that we could sort this out without her doing that. However she thinks I should punish you more"

I cringed in my seat

"Yes dad" no point in arguing

"I on the other hand think that you are being punished enough. I saw the look of fear on your face the other night and I know that it would have been very difficult for you to not go along, especially dressed as you were. Just so you know, Mum wanted to stop you racing as well."

"Thanks Dad. What about Jules?"

"Jules punishment stands but I doubt your Mum will let it lie. Now you had better go do that homework, we have to leave early tomorrow to get to your race"

"Yes Dad"

"Oh you'd better have this back too, but don't tell your sister"

I gratefully received my phone back

"Thanks Dad"

Being grounded for Juliette meant having to come down to Oxford with Dad and me, so she was in a right mood. Dad decided that we would stay down overnight so we were in the camper this morning, me in front with Dad and Jules in the back. The drive down was boring, motorway down to Northampton then across to Oxford, the race was actually at Didcot another dozen or so miles on.

This event was pretty unusual, the venue was the power station and the circuit uses the perimeter road. I was not in the best of humour, today but after coming all this way I had to give my best. We had plenty of time so I decided to polish my bike.

"Drew?"

"What sis?"

"Look I'm sorry about Anna's right"

"Well I suppose it could have been worse, Anna told me about the other forfeits yesterday"

"You won't tell dad will you?" she had real fear in her voice

"I wasn't planning on it"

"Please don't, it was bad enough doing it, let alone half the town knowing" she pleaded

"Alright, I won't tell"

"Thanks"

After clearing that up, jules became more animated and even helped with my bike.

"The race is thirty minutes plus five laps" the commissar told us, "lapped riders will be pulled out at the judges discretion. The bell will ring the lap before the sprints that will be on laps 6 and 12. The first lap is neutral then the race will start the first time you cross the line. Everyone ok with that?"

We all nodded. Much like I had been in Sheffield the other week I was in a race of 13 and 14 year olds, and some of these looked a bit handy. On the other hand I was the wild card for them too; none of them had met me in a race before so I could at least re-use tactics. We were waved off on the neutral lap and I started to assess my opposition. The circuit was flat all bar a trip over a railway bridge and basically had four corners with long straights in between. There was a chicane on the back straight and the bridge was on the second straight. Even on this first lap when there was supposed to be no racing, a pecking order was quickly appearing. I kept up near the front but it was clear that despite a good thirty rider field only about ten would be in contention, including me I hoped!

The flag dropped and straight away a couple of energetic types made a doomed attempt at escape. I maintained my position whilst avoiding showing any great talent, it was clear when we approached the chicane that the locals were going to try to give me a hard time. There was a bit of barging through the corners and I lost a couple of places, well two can play dirty! I regained my lost places during the next lap and this time I was ready for them, cutting inside when they were looking the other way for me.

I managed to keep out of trouble for the next couple of laps then the bell went for a 'prime' (sprint). I could see that a couple of lads were planning something, they were so obvious checking everyone out. When they went just after the chicane, what dozzey's, I clicked straight on the back. The two locals kept looking behind and as they eased before the last bend I took my chance around the outside, hugging the outside kerb along the straight. They wasted time crossing over to me and just got my wheel as I crossed the line. Drew 1 - Oxonians 0!

I sat up to recover and a quick glance confirmed that a core of about a dozen riders were just yards behind. Bide your time Drew. There was some muttering in the bunch and on lap seven they tried to take me out at the chicane again. I could tell something was afoot, I was well boxed but I was on the kerb side which gave me a potential escape route. I realised the plan just in time as they all braked harder than usual into the second corner of the chicane. I could brake hard in the corner and probably crash or do what I did. I heaved up and to the left and just managed to get my wheels on to the pavement, my back tyre skidding slightly on the kerb edge. My momentum barely slowed and I passed the now almost stopped posse who were still waiting for the crash. This means war!

I bunny hopped back onto the road and decided to get my revenge before the race was over. The next few laps whittled the field down, we lapped about ten back markers and I formulated a plan. By my computer clock the half-hour would be up about lap ten so that meant only three laps after the next sprint to the finish. I kept out of trouble making sure I had plenty of space on the corners, another attempt to unseat me was still on the cards.

Ding! Ding! Ding! I was right! Well here goes nothing, I sprinted hard out of turn 1 and over the bridge, I risked a glance behind and the Oxford Mafia were hard on my wheel. I kept the pace up, low over the bars, through two and there was the chicane! I could hear them behind me as we went into the first half, I kept my speed up then did an almost suicidal down change as I braked hard into the exit corner. My pursuers realised too late how much I had slowed and as I used my low gears to sprint away I heard the cacophony which marks a crash! I glanced back briefly to see the second little bunch passing the fallen and tangled Mafiosi, my plan was working! Drew 2 - Oxfordians 0

I could see a back marker in front and by the time I crossed the 'prime' (pronounced preem) line I was sure I would catch him on the bridge. Another glance behind revealed that I know had most of the finishing straight as a lead, this might just work! I caught the back marker just before the brow of the bridge and stayed on his wheel down the other side.

"Can you do bit and bit" I huffed to what I was surprised to find was a girl.

"Yeah" she replied

"Well I'll keep you unlapped, if you can help me a bit" I offered

"Ok. I'll try"

So we started doing bit and bit, I took longer turns but her short goes on front just let me rest enough. When we went through the chicane there were still a couple of lads trying to get their bikes going again, too late now! I kept my word, dropping a good ten metres back before we crossed the line then rejoining my helper before the bridge. For a girl she was riding really well, I don't mean that how it sounds, but she was taking it seriously unlike most girls I race against. By now we had nearly caught another two back markers, I checked behind for pursuers but they were now all riding for themselves and as a result not making much headway.

We caught the next pair through the chicane and put them between me and the bunch, very useful! I let my helper go ahead before the line then I got the bell, wow less than a lap. It was plain that she was tiring now and I took longer turns on the front.

"If I leave you after the chicane you won't have to do an extra lap"

"Ok and thanks for the help"

"No probs." I was feeling pretty cool

Through the chicane and I took off.

"See you at the finish" I heard her call

I had enough lead over the chasers that I didn't even sprint for the line. Yes! Drew 3 Oxformorons 0

I found Jules and Dad in the crowd and after my new found friend crossed the line I had time to watch the rest of the decimated field sprint in for the other places. I left my bike with Dad and headed for the showers. When I emerged Jules was waiting.

"Drew, the judges want to see you"

"What for?"

"I don't know, Dad's waiting with them.'

She led the way to where the commissar and the other judges were waiting with Dad.

"Drew, there's been a complaint from some of the others that you deliberately caused that crash." The commissar asked

"Why would I do that?" I am pretty good at innocent.

"Well can you tell us what happened, why did you brake when you did?"

"Okay. A couple of laps before I nearly crashed at the chicane so I thought I'd best keep out of trouble through there. When I got in the lead I was going flat out and realised at the last minute I wasn't going to make the exit corner so I braked hard. I heard the crash but that's all I know."

"Thanks Drew, can you wait with your Dad please"

"Yes sir" a bit of respect never goes amiss.

I stood with Dad fidgeting for over ten minutes. Would they strip me of the win? And if they did would I get a ban or something?

"There you are lad" the commissar greeted us, "the result stands, and some witnesses have confirmed your story, in fact they say you had to do some acrobatics there on one lap. Well done, we had to look into it, but we never thought it likely that someone with your parentage would do something like that"

Little did he know!

After the presentation, I got a trophy and a total of £50; I was surprised when a pretty girl came up to me.

"Hi Drew, thanks for helping me out there" she beamed at me

"Oh that's alright erm?" I answered

"Oh sorry, I'm Kristen, Kristen Oakey"

"Well I should thank you Kristen, I probably wouldn't have won without your help"

"Anytime" she stated, "you really showed that lot up, they're used to bullying everyone round here, they do it every race"

"Well my Mum is always telling me that if you always race against the same people you get in a sort of rut" I informed my new friend.

"I've just realised who your mum is, it's Jenny Bond isn't it?"

"Yeah" I replied proudly

Kristen came to talk Kristen came over to congratulate me.

"Wow she is just so cool! She's my hero, I keep a scrapbook and I got an autographed picture from the team too." Kristen was fawning over my Mum!

"Kristen, we're going now" a voice called

"Have to go Drew, see you around"

"Yeah, bye Kristen"

"Who was that Drew?" Jules asked coming up behind me

"Kristen Oakey, she helped me in the race"

"I think I ought to tell Maddy you've got a new girlfriend!"

"Have not!" I replied taking a swipe at her which she easily dodged

"Okay, okay" she retreated holding her hands up

"Any way she seemed more interested in Mum when she realised we were related"

"Poor Drew, come on we're going into Oxford to eat"

"Hi Jules, Hi Gaby!" Anna enthused as we crossed the threshold.

"Hi Anna" Jules replied

"Er thanks for inviting me" I offered

"No sweat. You both look terrific" Anna continued, "everyone else is here, so come on through"

I sheepishly followed my sister into the lounge where the others were sat talking over a Madonna CD. I felt a little overdressed what with my hair up and the sandals, they were wearing much more casual stuff.

"Hi everyone" Jules greeted them, "this is my cousin Gaby" she introduced me. Why am I everyone's cousin?

Well my email from Britney was like a full on girls gossip session! It
really did seem that I was only getting the significance of about a
quarter of what she was saying, another chunk was devoted (I think) to
what I assume was the current teen fashions of Grottoes! Apparently
plaid (?) was out, short was in and don't you just hate those baggy
pants! I was having a bit of a problem with the English translation so
I got Bernie to decipher.

"I think plaid is what we call tartan,"

"Ok"

"Short is short I guess, " she continued

"What else"
"And I suppose she means trousers or jeans when she

Don't anger the 'literal genie' on Halloween

What the song means, my dears...

by Donna Lamb

I found her in a back booth on New Years Eve in the sleaziest lesbian bar in town, Diamond Jill's on the south side. Two heavy-faced bulls sat eyeing her from their table so I approached with caution. She waved her drink at me to let me know she'd seen me and it was okay to talk to her.

There are 10 types of people. Male and Female.
                                                                                                                        By Fyre Mei

• A short revenge based sci-fi stand-alone story for ADULTS only.

You know that feeling you get? I mean the one when you finally begin to void an over-filled bladder. No, no, no, not the blissful relief one. I mean that feeling that stopping the flow would cause you REAL pain. Oh, and there is another feeling I’d like you to think about. Have you ever had a child wriggle and squirm around on your tummy when you have had a REALLY full bladder?

I’ll bet you would like me to explain, right? Ok, well, it really felt as if once I started this story, I couldn’t, for the life of me, stop writing until it was ready to be posted. Stopping the flow of words might have led to some sort of ‘Turrets Syndrome’, TG expletives coming out of me at the most embarrassing times. The child on the tummy analogy has to do with, my muse bouncing up and down, up and down, up and down… on my creative writing center. I thought I was going to have an accident. It would NOT have been pretty. Imagine all those random TG thoughts EXPLODING all over Winnipeg. Shovels would NOT have been enough to clean up all the male bovine excrement. Sam Katz (our mayor) might have had to declare a state of emergency.

I hope my blatherings tickle your fancy.

WHAT?!? You expected this teaser to be a synopsis of the actual story? Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!!!!

On a more serious note, wiping the smirk -right- off my face, I must, well, I really want to, thank Nellie T. for editing for me and thanks also go to; Teddie S., John in Wauwatosa, Bob Arnold and Erin Halfelven for their help in posting to this site.

Greg Johanson meets an old high school friend who presents him with a lifechanging proposition.

Plus, a teaser of the first three chapters of "Coeds," coming soon to this site.

A Cat’s Tale

By
Julie O

Derek's fascination with transformations led him to Dr. Minda Stewart and a chance that led beyond his wildest dreams.

A Christmas Visit

The early winter storm raged, slashing and tearing with icy blades at the weary Christmas decorations along the street vainly trying shine though the wintery onslaught. Ice glazed the poorly heated apartment windows erasing all signs of the holiday season as the storm howled.

^{"Damned Ponch and Fleischman, why did they have to do that experiment, life used to be so predictable," I muttered to myself most every morning. I put on my hat and coat and hopped off to work being careful not to catch my tail in the door. Cars were impractical when the intelligent form of life was descended from kangaroos. "At least this is better than yesterday when everyone was hyper-intelligent amphibians. I can still taste those flies, yuck!"}

Andy's participation in an escape from a German POW camp forces him to re-evaluate his life.

There was a time when I could get excited about things the way Stephanie does. I would have given anything then to travel to places where no one had ever gone. That was before I realized people like me would always be limited in our scope and couldn’t be adventurous.

Title page for

A Dream of Dragons by Grover

Disclaimer: This is fiction. All the characters and events portrayed here are fictional, and any resemblance to real people or incidents is purely accidental and unintentional  A big thanks goes out to Paula for helping proof and generally make this readable. Another big thanks goes to Cathy who pre-read this. Any remaining errors, or mistakes are mine!   Enjoy!

PS: It's been brought to my attention that others have helped with this one too. Please accept my apologies for forgetting to credit the wonderful help you've given me, Hope, Janice and others! Thank you! 

The last part of A Dream of Dragons!

Sorry about the delay but a sharp reader picked out a problem that needed fixing.

Thank you !

We could all use a fresh start and for Paul, this is just what he needs.

For Daniel - A Great Shift Tale
By Danielle J

Thank you to my editor, Steve Zink, for his editing and proofreading.

I'd also like to thank Dr. Debra Jones and the staff of St. Mary's Hospital.

Glossary

NICU - Neonatal Intensive Care Unit. A treatment facility for infants born before full term.

Term - When a pregnant woman reaches week 37 or more in her pregnancy. Forty is considered normal. If a mother reaches forty-two weeks labor will be induced.

HOM - High Order Multiples. Triplets or more.

Perinatologist - A high-risk obstetrician. Triplet pregnancies are automatically high risk.

Now Angus loved women; he loved the clothes they wore, the 
way they smelled and the way they looked. But he loved 
Timmy more and his greatest wish in life was to find his 
way to Timmy's heart.

A little help from my friend.

By Megumi-chan

The sequel to "Turning the Tables". Halloween left Rachel Henley with a life she'd only dreamed of, but even dreams can have consequences.

A Perfect Match?
By JulieO

Can a young college grad, a 450-year-old pirate, a pair of magic jewels, multiple transformations, history, old movies, costumed role playing, and a trusted employee's greed mix together to create true romance?

Gene receives and unexpected gift.

A SISTERS LOVE
By Roni

As I look out my kitchen window I see my two daughters playing in the back yard and it brought back memories of the times my sister and I would play. I remember the first time we played together; my sister is five years older than me so growing up she was always more of a caretaker to me than a sister. Because I was so much younger than her she would use me as a living doll and dress me up in her old clothes. Now this might not sound so unusual to what most sisters do except that I was a boy! Mom would look on and smile allowing her to dress me up; I didn’t mind either I liked wearing her clothes. As we got older the dress up play time got less and less but my desire to wear her clothes didn’t diminish. When I was fourteen she caught me in her room trying on her clothes; I had thought she was away at school but I misjudged the days and she was home for the summer. The look of fear on my face was evident but all she did was smile and then offer to help me out. I loved my sister; she was so open and understanding and never judged me for what I liked to do.

Another Men in Black Dresses adventure, in which America's most covert agency becomes entangled in the events of September 11, 2001. I have to admit that writing this was incredibly cathartic.

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It looked just like a plastic compact, even down to the pressed powder and puff, but it was in reality a sophisticated communications link. Alice opened it and spoke into its mirror. "Sierra Charlie Oscar Three Niner Five Oblique. Go secure," she said.

"This is Galaxy," she said, using her code name, "I have a priority situation, code pink."

"Stand by one, Galaxy," said the voice. Alice's reflected image in the mirror disappeared as the plasma display assumed its normal function. It now showed the image of the agency's director, Mary Risberg.

Mary paused, as though she were trying to compose herself. Then she continued. "Alice, honey, this appears to be a coordinated terrorist attack on America. We have no idea who might be behind it. You and Amazon are to take whatever action is necessary to prevent that aircraft from carrying out its mission. And Galaxy, you, Amazon, and Schoolgirl are expendable. Do you understand?"

Escaped from Prince Fallan on Darson, Sascha finds himself struggling to understand and survive in the universe into which he has been thrust. It will take all of his skills, both those of a Sylph and those of a Shootist, to overcome the challenges in his path.

When life strikes James down, is there any hope? Can he escape the downward spiral of existence?

Forlornly, George stared out his window. The nasty frozen stuff was really coming down. Big, heavy, wet, white clumps of snow tumbled downward until they disintegrated smashing into the ground.

Warning!!!! This story depicts someone having a hard time dealing with the lost of an loved one. If this would upset you please do not continue! I believe it ends on a positive note, but you were warned!

Warning!!! A Tissue Alert has been added to this story! One or more readers has reported crying while reading this story. The author has denied owning stock in Kleenex or any other tissue company.

A party. I go as a girl and my wife goes as a guy. A new me?

A special thanks to Hope for editing this story.

This is the story of a year in my life. Well, maybe a little more than a year. It takes in from the middle of my junior year in high school, until the end of my senior year. It’s the story of my meeting the love of my life, Katie. And, what kind of trouble my brother got me into at the spring dance. Katie’s the love of my life, and we’ve learned a lot of things together. But, she had some ideas about Halloween that I wasn’t sure about. Then, Gwen go to the mall? Ah, I don’t know.

This is the story of a year in my life. Well, maybe a little more than a year. It takes in from the middle of my junior year in high school, until the end of my senior year. It’s the story of my meeting the love of my life, Katie. And, what kind of trouble my brother got me into at the spring dance. Katie’s the love of my life, and we’ve learned a lot of things together. But, she had some ideas about Halloween that I wasn’t sure about. Then, Gwen go to the mall? Ah, I don’t know.

This is the story of a year in my life. Well, maybe a little more than a year. It takes in from the middle of my junior year in high school, until the end of my senior year. It’s the story of my meeting the love of my life, Katie. And, what kind of trouble my brother got me into at the spring dance. Katie’s the love of my life, and we’ve learned a lot of things together. But, she had some ideas about Halloween that I wasn’t sure about. Then, Gwen go to the mall? Ah, I don’t know.

This is the story of a year in my life. Well, maybe a little more than a year. It takes in from the middle of my junior year in high school, until the end of my senior year. It’s the story of my meeting the love of my life, Katie. And, what kind of trouble my brother got me into at the spring dance. Katie’s the love of my life, and we’ve learned a lot of things together. But, she had some ideas about Halloween that I wasn’t sure about. Then, Gwen go to the mall? Ah, I don’t know.

I ran over a little on my story, I felt that I need to take you through our high school graduation. So, this part of the story actually covers about sixteen months. After our visit to the mall, Kate and I, well Gwen, end up at a swim meet at State. And, that turned into a very interesting trip. Then just before graduation something happens that I think you’ve all been waiting for.

If you read Part I of "A Year in My Life", you would know that I found the love of my life, Katie. Kate and I became engaged just before high school graduation.

This part of my story covers the first year of our college life. It certainly hasn’t been boring. I can't tell you too much without giving away the story, but things got very interesting for us in college. Among other things, we met Tiffany. She tried to come between Kate and me, and almost succeeded.

And, a special thanks to Jenny van Eik for editing this chapter.

We find an old friend and make new ones. We find a new group of friends. Tiff comes back into our lives. Then another interesting weekend together takes us in a new direction.

A trip downtown. An interesting meeting on a Saturday with a major
surprise. Another trip to Doug’s cabin. Another big surprise for us.
Maybe a voice for Gwen? A test? Back home for the summer.

Our first summer together. We tell a few people about Gwen and one
isn’t happy. A surprise at the lake. Could one of us be bisexual?
Where does Kelly fit into all of this?

A special thanks to Hope for editing this part.

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Main cover page for Acidalia by Amanda D.

Scientists searching for a biological "Foutain of Youth" get much more than they wanted.

Laura and Sam waited in the isolation lab for the solders to arrive. Laura outside in the control room and Sam was stuck inside…still. The word had just come in that Col. Charles Jordan head of the United States Army Research Institute for Infectious Disease, USAMRID, biological contamination unit was on the way down. We didn’t have to wait long.

Acidalia III by Amanda D.

At 5:30pm Ellie, formerly Elijah, Wolf sat in from of her television to watch the president’s address to the nation.

President Fuller "Good evening and thank you for letting me into your homes this evening. I am here tonight to try to dispel some of the rumors surrounding the so called Acidalia outbreak in the San Francisco area. Much of what has been reported thus far has been pure conjecture on the part of the various news outlets in the area.

The first rumor that I would like to discuss is the one concerning the virus it’s self. I personally have seen reports saying it does everything from kill to cause nose bleeds. The truth is that Acidalia only effects men and has caused some small mutations in their genetic structure, causing some to need hospitalization. But to our knowledge no one, I repeat no one has died from this virus. For those of you with family members that have been infected, I hope this brings you some small solace.

Sunday June 4 10:30 Pm
Hasbro Children’s Hospital
Providence RI.

Dr. Roosevelt Grant rushed into the Intensive Care Unit (ICU). He looked over at the nurses’ station and found Dr. Greg Khin waiting for him. “I got your page, from my service and got here as fast as I could. What’s the big emergency?” Grant asked.

“Your patient in room three, the McCoy kid from South Boston…”

“The car accident kid?”

“Yes that’s one. His condition has…changed.” Khin said with a concerned look on his coffee colored face. “It’s like nothing I’ve ever seen before. I thought you should go in and see for yourself.”

Acidalia VI

                             By Amanda D.

 Friday June 23 12:00 PDT KLTR news:

Good morning
San Francisco. Our top story at this hour is the stunning announcement by the United Nations (U N) calling for the complete quarantine of the
United States. Meeting in an emergency session in Geneva the worlds nations unanimously agreed to the blockade of all US ports and offered Canada and
Mexico troop support for their borders. This comes in the wake of the growing number of refugees heading to the northern and southern borders in an attempt to escape the dreaded virus.

Thursday, June 14 morning:

Sam Grayson stood at the back of the grave side crowd listening somberly to the minister drone on about life, death, heaven and Laura’s sure place in it. As the sun shown brightly and the birds sang to the clear blue sky above, it seemed to Sam, absurd that the world should keep on going about its business on a day like this. A cold shiver ran down her spine as the real meaning of the word mortality revealed it’s self to her in the beauty of this sad day.

Friday June 9 early morning:

The flames surrounded her and the smoke filled her lungs as she and Rosey ran down the hallway. Everywhere they looked the children begged to be saved. They gathered them as they moved through the smoke, trying to get to the open window in the doctor’s lounge. There was a fire trucks ladder waiting for them there. All they needed to do was get the kids to it and they would all be safe.

Acting Dominant
Prologue: Don't Call Us
By Tigger c2008

"Dammit, dammit, DAMMIT!" Ty Edwards railed, even as he slammed his
apartment door closed behind him.  "Dammit _ALL_ to _HELL_!!!"

Another audition down the toilet.  Hell, the eight hours of minimum
wage pay he MIGHT have earned had he not been standing around waiting
for his turn to read for this part had long since spiraled down the
porcelain throne, too.  That fifty bucks wouldn't have paid his
(seriously overdue) rent, but it would have meant something more
appetizing than the three-day old bread and the pitiful bit of moldy
cheese that would now be his dinner.

But the worst - that absolute worst - was getting slapped squarely in
the face with unequivocal proof of something he already knew and should
have long ago acknowledged.

Deep in his heart, anyway.  
He wasn't going to make it as a serious actor.
The proof of that had come when he'd slipped back into the theater to
retrieve his forgotten umbrella...

          I’d like to tell you about a close friend of mine whose name is Lee Anne Rimes. He’d tell you to go ahead and laugh, everyone else does.

Alex & Chris is my thoughts on what might have occured when Alex discovers his wife Christine has loaned him to Angela as part of a contract. As with other stories I write Magic, and ancient gods are involved. In certain chapters there will be visits from members of Maddy Bells Gabyverse. There are 65 Chapters

Dr, Franklin cleared his throat. “Miss Winters. I think there's a few things we need to discuss about Jamie.”

“Of course, Doctor. Now Jamie, you just rest. Psi Corps will take care of you.” Jamie laid her head back and returned to sleep. Talia and Stephen left the room.

“Now what did you want to tell me, Doctor?” Talia asked.

“I really don't think that MedLab is an appropriate venue to recruit new Psi Corps members.”

“I'm not recruiting her, Doctor, I'm just following EarthGov protocol. All telepaths fall under the jurisdiction of Psi Corps.”

“Yes, but she also has the right to refuse and take the sleepers.”

“Not in this case. Jamie is a minor and, by all indications, has no parents. As such, Psi Corps is empowered to act in loco parentis on her behalf. In any event, she'll be a lot better off on Earth in a Psi Corps facility then she would be in Downbelow.”

“Perhaps, but I think you should know something else before you make up Jamie's mind for her. Jamie is a boy.”

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This drabble is a bit more mature than what I usually write, which
is why I set the audience rating to mature. It's more romantic than
sexual, but it does show adults being a bit ... ummm ... intimate.
Anyway, let me post this before the intro winds up being longer than
the drabble. ;)

This a collection of glimpses into the lives of the young lovers from my drabble, All of You. I'm still experimenting with this new format. I've decided to follow Laika's suggestion and have (at least in my own mind) christened this writing style a drabble cycle, meaning a collection of related stories, each being exactly 100 words in length. I'd love to hear from anyone who has any thoughts on this experiment. Thank you :)

"Will I see you again tonight? Maybe we can go out on the town this time." Keiko said.

Stan knew the time limitations work put on him and the medallion. Requiring 12 hours before being able to change back would make it awfully tight.

"I will probably be busy with work most of the day." Stan tried to explain.

"We could just fuck again like last night." Keiko smiled. "You are soooo good girl."

Altered Fates- Best Laid Plans

By Danielle J

Synopsis- Stan Petersen out for an evening walk finds the Medallion of Zulo. He soon makes plans to use it on a business trip to California.

 Altered Fates: Only the strong can forgive

By Danielle J

Synopsis- Two teenagers find the medallion and begin using it for innocent reasons. It is said that "To Forgive is Divine". But how strong does a person have to be to even consider such a thing when he or she has been terribly wronged? Just remember this: True forgiveness comes from the heart, not the mind.

This story is dedicated to the families of Sarah Stone and Mary Karen Read plus all the mothers and fathers who lost a child at Virginia Tech University on April 16, 2007.

Thank you to Mallory, Bill, Jay, Father Anthony, John, Maggie Finson, and Circe who assisted me with this story.

Cast of Characters

Jeff Lockwood and Loc Metzger- High School Seniors and sweethearts. Also members of Wilmington High School’s Class of 1993
David and Carol Lockwood- Jeff’s parents. David along with one of Jeff’s Uncles owns three auto repair shops.
Tabitha ‘Tabby’ Lockwood- Jeff’s eleven-year-old sister
Tom and Julie Metzger- Loc’s father and mother
Mary Metzger- Loc’s paternal grandmother
Kevin and Kathy Metzger- Twin ten-year-old half siblings of Loc Metzger
Drew Hamilton- Twenty-year-old Emory University student
Claude William Hamilton III- Drew’s father and CEO of Hamilton Enterprises
Elizabeth Hamilton- Wife to Claude, Mother of Drew.
Stephanie Brooks and Dawn Jacobs- Duke University students
Dan Compton

Note or warning- One character in this story has very strong and distasteful views on race relations. The N word is used over a dozen times in this tale.

This story is a work of fiction, but I drew on two real-life stories. There is a third story which ‘Only the strong can forgive’ is even more like, but I didn’t use in any way for what I write below. It is just ironic that a TV movie was shown on television while I was still completing this story.

I’ll comment further on all this at the end of the story.</em>

Altered Fates- Shocking

By Danielle J

Synopsis-  Ernest Jackson was doubled crossed and turned into a woman. Seven years later she has located the person who changed her. Does she want revenge or the a possiblility of regaining the Medallion of Zulo?   

“Yes, I am,” Misook said. The waitress then arrived with breakfast but Misook would barely touch it. She had eaten earlier that day and wasn’t feeling very hungry.

“Lady, you’re nuts.”

“I will pay for your breakfast if you will just finish hearing what I have to say.”

“All right then, but I’m going back to San Bernardino after I’m through eating,” Clyde snorted.

Altered Fates- Shocking Part One

By Danielle J

Synopsis- Clyde Heppner is a private investigator working and living in Southern California. One day a woman pays him a visit at his trailer home and asks for his assistance in locating a person she once knew.

“What does a man have to do to get some respect around here? Clean the toilets?” Murray asked in a sarcastic tone of voice.

“No, just give your wife a foot massage.” Misook joked back at her husband.

Rachel then added. “Naomi and I would like a pony too.”

Altered Fates- Shocking Part Two

"Mr. Berger?" The limo driver asked. Deb nodded. The limo driver then opened the rear passenger door and Deb stepped inside the limo.

"Hello cutie." Said a very attractive blonde with what sounded like an Scandinavian accent. There were two other women in the car, but no sign of Robert.

"Hi there." Deb replied taking a look at the 3 beauties in the limo. This might be a fun night after all.

Synopsis-Frank Berger was a golf hustler working in Palm Springs California looking to make some big bucks playing some Hollywood celebrity. His girlfriend Deb while out shopping buys some strange necklace at an antique shop. I wonder what will happen?

Richard Kimble immediately saw he had made a mistake. The street was a dead end, or rather a cul-de-sac with homes on all sides. He knew he was finished. Then he heard a voice.

"In here, quick!" said a woman from a nearby doorway. With little other choice, Kimble ran into the house. The two police officers ran by the dead end street.

Kimble stood in the foyer of the house catching his breath. Then he looked up and saw a familiar face.

"Hello, Richard," said Claire Mathews. "It's been a long time."

Now Sarge pulled a wig over his head and adjusted it. As he stood, he realized that male pronouns were no longer appropriate. She had shed her male persona and become Nora Spencer.

Nora smiled at the feminine reflection she observed in the mirror. She walked over to a pair of 3-inch slingback pumps and stepped into them. She walked back and forth a few times, enjoying the distinctive click of her heels on the hardwood floor. She smiled, grabbed her purse, and walked to the rear staircase leading to the alley in back of the store. She paused to lock the door, made her way down the steps, looked either way, and strode off to the sidewalk. Her destination was a gay bar a few blocks away, a place that welcomed crossdressers and their admirers.

As she walked, she did not notice the man standing in the shadows. He wore a cloak made of raven feathers and carried a large Blackthorn staff. A kitten perched on his right shoulder. “Mew,” said the kitten.

“You were right, Maggie,” the man with the raven cloak said. “She's hiding something. She needs help, and I don't think she will find it where she's going.”

Beth Edwards lost her husband, Tom Edwards, to God's plan to recreate the Amazon Nation. She still has an important role to play ...

Amazon - Part 10a: Home Stretch
By Itinerant
Edited by Amelia R

Biographer's Note: This is Nicole's story. It covers those events and people she finds notable in her life and chooses to share. If you have problems with it, take it up with her. I'm just a glorified stenographer.

Author's Note: The menu is, of course, courtesy of the incomparable Amelia R.

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Sunday, February 25, 2001
6:12AM EST

The alarm hadn't even wakened her this morning, and she was disoriented for a moment as she tried to recall where this bed was located. Two months of travel -- more if you include the side trips to and from Michael's retreat -- had left Nicole without a solid sense of place. It was the same feeling she'd had as Tom the previous year as he'd spent so much time traveling back and forth to L.A. She wasn't feeling that bad, but it was unsettling. Given that her body had decided not to wake up, it was apparent that it had been more taxing than Nicole had realized.

Amazon - Part 10b: Home Stretch
By Itinerant
Edited by Amelia R

Biographer's Note: This is Nicole's story. It covers those events and people she finds notable in her life and chooses to share. If you have problems with it, take it up with her. I'm just a glorified stenographer.

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Wednesday, February 28, 2001
Washington, D.C.
6:00AM EST

Connie had been stirring restlessly, even before the alarm sang its raucous song. Her sleep had been broken by sharply imaged dreams that had, more than once, left her suppressing a scream of fear as she bolted upright in her bed.

Amazon - Part 10c: Home Stretch
By Itinerant
Edited by Amelia R

Biographer's Note: This is Nicole's story. It covers those events and people she finds notable in her life and chooses to share. If you have problems with it, take it up with her. I'm just a glorified stenographer.

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Monday, March 5, 2001
Nicole and Angela's apartment
7:20AM EST

"You're in a good mood this morning. What did I miss yesterday?" Angela was indulging in a breakfast of biscuits with sausage gravy, as her roommate, Nicole, put the final touches on her egg, flipped it onto a piece of toast, and took her place at the table.

Amazon - Part 10d: Home Stretch
By Itinerant
Edited by Amelia R

Nicole had been muttering imprecations at herself during her drive from Fairfax to Richmond. It hadn't been that many days since she'd spoken with Marilyn, but with the busyness of the week, the trip to the enlistment station, and the phone call from Judith, she'd hardly gotten home from church when it occurred to her that she had to get to Williamsburg by two o'clock.

Amazon - Part 11a: Boot Camp
By Itinerant
Edited by Amelia R