Chapter 9

For the Christmas and New Year shows, we had to be in a studio at Broadcast House, in London. We were put up at a very nice hotel across the road, and our partners were allowed to join us. It was an interesting experience, going live over the whole network.

For New Year, we did the show up to eleven, when one of the bigger names took over. The four of us welcomed 2024 and watched the fireworks from a higher floor window. We could see the lightshow and hear midnight strike on Big Ben, followed by something that sounded like a war zone.

Chapter 8

I resisted giving too much away when asked what I’d been up to. I just said that I’d gone with Randall to a job interview. Christine wanted to know if he was leaving the police and I told that he wasn’t, just going to another area, but that we would still be able to be together. I think that she was starting to realise that change was in the air.

Chapter 7

We had just walked in, and I was admiring the wonderful stained-glass windows. Randall was looking around.

“I used to come here with my parents as a youngster, before we moved to Bury. It hasn’t changed a bit.”

We jumped when there was a voice behind us.

“It hasn’t changed much since the thirteenth century, young Randall Chivers. Long time since you’ve been in here.”

Randall turned and shook the mans’ hand.

Super-Sister has dealt with a runaway truck loaded with toxic chemicals. Now all she has to do is figure out with the rest of her life.

A Grumpy Old Man’s Tale 68 Dancing Spanners
Continued in the best side of the Green Dragon Inn from GOM 67

Reassignment Night has arrived, the annual event where people can be assigned new traits and lives, seemingly at random. Seventeen year old Tyler has already seen both of his parents get reassigned in the past, and wonders if this time it will be his turn

As the car turned off the lane leading to Niamh’s house, and onto the road towards ours, I saw the security light outside our house come on. My heart sank: This could only mean one thing; my father had just driven or walked into the farmyard. For some reason, this was a much more troubling prospect than been seen by my mother wearing one of the Twins cheerleading skirts. She had, presumably been given an explanation by Niamh so would have expected to find me dressed like this when she called to collect me.

“Does he know?”

Sent By Sophia

Chapter 1: The Loved and Gendered One

A Transgender Coming of Age Adventure

A Story from THE ONE

Ariel Montine Strickland

How could a person guided by Sophia, Spirit of THE ONE, make recompense for a wrong done 30 years ago and have their fondest dream come true?

Chapter 4

When I made it down to breakfast, the mood was positive. I had passed the first hurdle or six and was still on track. When I arrived at the station, I organised my afternoon and evening shows, with two piles of notes. I had another meeting with the boss, a short one, and had a chat with Anita, who had come in to sort out her afternoon spot.

The Green-Eyed Maid Inn

“Nonsense,” Karen spoke up as she approached us now, having photographed me at least half a dozen times from different angles beforehand. “Anyone can be trained how to stand, walk, smile, pout, but a natural team player is worth double her weight in gold.”

Altered Fates: The Pretzel Becomes the Princess - Part 2
By Marie7342231 - marie7342231@yahoo.com

Chapter 2

After the concerted effort of Friday, it was with a sense of dread that I answered my mobile, seeing Andrew as the caller.

“Carol here.”

“Carol, it’s Andrew and thank you for organising the photos. I rang the photographer, and he told me that it was a pleasure to see you through his lens. I’ve shown the pictures to management, and they’ve decided to use one in reception. With your application, I’ll email you the form again. If you fill it in with your new name and on-air experience, I’ll use that for the records.”

Anything Goes

‘In Olden days a glimpse of stocking,
Was looked on as something shocking,
Now heaven knows,
Anything goes.’

I faded out the song and introduced the show.

“Good evening, good people. This is Karol Nowak with the hour of show power. Lay back in those comfy hospital beds and sing along, but not too loudly, you may upset the nurses.”

Cover art by Erin Halfelven
©2026 SammyC

“You’re not a girl, Lindsey. You’re a boy.”

The Thatcher

I was a happy lad, living in a historic village in country England. My home was one of the thirty-six, almost identical, thatched houses along The Street, Milton Abbess, in Dorset. I was the third son of well-to-do parents.

Looking at the oldest Ordnance Survey maps, initially it’s Gleann an Loch Dubh, The Valley of the Black Lake. It is reasonable to assume that the lake was named for its’ colour, being fed by numerous streams emanating from the surrounding peatland. In the next series of maps, it has been shortened to Gleann Dubh, thus the Valley of the Black Lake had become, simply, the Black Valley. This was subsequently anglicised to Glandoo. The locals knew it either as the Black Valley or Glandoo.

This is something that came to me when I was reading about the new rules for F1 in 2026.

Lightning in Lilac

When I was born, my parents called me Ryan Samuel Hurst. My father, Samuel Llewellen Hurst, was the founder and CEO of Hurst Industries, an engineering company employing over a hundred tradesmen and office workers. My mother had been Rylie Sanderson, a successful model and kept her beauty as I got older and gained two sisters.

Chapter 11

The village control room was manned from the fifth, with our cars sporting the new stickers. We each had a list. There were some of the old and some new names on them. We were to prepare and start the rounds on the sixth.