The following story has been entered into the Valentine's Day contest for 2020. Many thanks to Vix_Giovanni for beta reading this for me and offering her insightful suggestions! Please check out her wonderful work if you have not done so already. *** I pulled my phone briefly out of my pocket, exposing fingers to the chilly air just long enough to fire off...
At this point of the story, Sam is completely gone. His transformation to Samantha (in both body and mind) is complete. Samantha is happily married to Sasha, with Megan as their live-in servant. On the night of their first anniversary, Sasha asks for Samantha's blessing to date her sister Justine. Story note: The family does have young children, but I don'...
Copyright © 2020 FORWARD: First, I want to thank blackrandI1958 for inviting me to join this fun project and for her editing skills. I chose a traveling song as the template for my story, "Taxi," by Harry Chapin. It's a sad song that I think, probably stirs a small feeling of regret in all of us. No matter how our lives turn out, I would almost bet most o...
It was dark in the Xen-Nuchek mines, with weak lamps lighting the passage that led into the slumbering volcano. The tunnel led down at a steep incline; not quite enough to make the descent treacherous, but certainly at a sharp enough angle to raise the heart rate. John took the lead, with Alyssa at his side, leaving Dana and Rachel to cover the rear as they...
Chapter 25: Trust me "More!" "Rawr!" Zyra ran, her sword drawn. Purple sparks flew into the air as the blade skidded over his shield. She took another step and jabbed, swung, chopped, anything to pierce skin, to draw blood on him. "That's not good enough!" "RAWR!" Her breath gushed out of her with the effort she made to charge at. She came at him from...
Summary: Straight white, black stud, cheerleader, nerd & submission Note 1: Although a rather unorthodox love story...this is a Valentine's Day 2014 Contest Entry because I wanted to try something different and because I believe love can occur in so many ways. Note 2: Choosing a category for this story was a struggle as the more I wrote the more the st...
High school was not a fun place for me. Being more of the geeky outsider, more interested in science, computers, and the related pop-culture associated with those interests, meant I had few friends. It also meant that I was so far out of the social ladder that I wouldn't be able to see the bottom rung with a pair of binoculars. So, when Amanda, one of the mo...
Another little vignette from Seaborne High School... this isn't autobiographical, but it could be. Maybe. I'm entering it in Lit's Valentine's Day contest; make sure you read all the excellent entries and vote for your favorites. * * * "So, you're looking great!" She was, too; petite, fit, luminous, she looked exactly as she had in high school, sitting on...
Author's Note: I just wanted to say thank you to everyone who voted, to everyone who left comments and sent me e-mails filled with encouragement. It really made me feel good. Thanks for all your support. Transverse, you rock!. I hope that you all enjoy Ch. 2. JUSTIN SAT HUNCHED over his office desk, staring at the spread sheet on the computer in front of...
First I need to thank my very noble editor - Trixter. A guy who would go through the smut some stranger wrote in another country, more than once. You totally rock. And now for the tale: ***** The catastrophic swap - women are volcanoes. "We're not going." "We sure are." "We hardly know them." Rose critically scanned the countertop that her husb...