Well guys the next chapter has been sent to my proof editor here on BCTS, im sorry it took a week for it to be written up - i was ill - damm toothache and tempature so my muse was locked up for a while.

I am away from tomorrow for a few days, to a rocky place in the sun. I have just about finished the story, and will post the other episodes on my return. May I suggest for anyone reading my tale that they read my other one as well. Thank you for your patience.

I seriously considered not writing a chapter today. Not because I wasn't interested in what had happened to the Jamies, but more that I was interested what was happening with another teenager.

I was given an interesting late birthday present today. It was a freshman work by a local author entitled I am not a Serial Killer

It is about a sociopathic teen trying his best not to become a Serial Killer.

My point here is not to give a review of said book, since it's subject material is not apropos of this site, although it is an enjoyable read.

I have just had a ’phone call from Angharad to say that her Aunt (who had lived with her since 1987) died this afternoon at the age of 83. She had been unwell for a number of days.

Ang says that she might not be able to post an a chapter of EAFOAB tonight, it very much depends how she feels. She hopes everyone will understand if she doesn't get "the muse" this evening. I don't know if she will be on her ’puter this evening, but you could PM her, or PM me and I will pass on any messages when she ’phones me later.

Gabi

I wrote this piece a few years ago for a story competition. The brief was a love story in no more than 500 words not including the title. I don't think it justifies a proper posting but it may amuse a few of you.

A Woman’s Life and Love

I've had my little Suzuki Alto since new (2002), and apart from a couple of incidents in late 2004 (one of which involved taking a corner too fast in icy weather, the other someone shunting the car's rear end), I'd driven without incident until last November...

For most of my life, I have felt as if I was the messed up one, in spite of the fact that I worked for 40 years, raised 4 children, and all that. (One of the children was my wife :) )

So, after going through SRS, that firmly implants one in the Mental Health, section 8 envirionment, and one must really behave themself or there are dire consequences. Unless, you accidentally escape.

I was in New York state a few days ago visiting a friend, and down by a lake, walked right into a cloud of bugs so dense that I was almost afraid to breathe. That night when I got home from there, we had similar infestations of the same thing. They were just awful, and I could hardly get into the house! Too bad we do not have bats. I'd have found them on the lawn the next morning, stuffed and burping ! :)

UPS AND DOWNS
Isn't that a Racetrack in the UK?

Today, I baked bread. ^__^ One loaf of wheaten bran bread, one of a rye-buckwheat country pumpernickel, and two of very, very complicated Russian black bread that's almost as good (but still different from) the bread I remember from Sankt-Peterburg. That's all. Nothing earth-shattering. Just a free day, and a plan to bake, and a few hours of effort, and I have product that I'd have to pay $25-30 US for at market (assuming I could find a market here that would actually >make< these, especially the black bread). ^__^ moderately #happy

Liz

I'd like to thank those of you who've prayed for me or the past 3 weeks. I have recovered as well as to be expected. Thank you.
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I believe strongly in the power of prayer. And I have a prayer request for you all. My youngest brother, Jeff, is in the hospital. His kidneys have ceased functioning. He has a perforated intestine.

They are trying to match up a life flight with a hospital near that can handle his condition.

Thank you for whatever prayers you might have for Jeff.

Beth

I had a request for this just as I was about to start writng it! Spooky.....
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Falklands_War
is a quick reference to the main events in the real world and the setting of my story. Here are a few key words
LCU a type of landing craft

I feel like I am running of fumes, trying to hold on by hook and by crook until I get some help. I feel like I am fading, and I honestly don't know what I can do now.

Oh wait, that might be a good thing... ;)

I only mention this because there are Welsh people here who could maybe give this story some context. What is going on?

http://humantrafficking.change.org/blog/view/welsh_forced_ma...

Gwen

There's nothing wrong it's just a mental energy break while I'm dealing with the busiest time of my years workwise with student frosh going on. I'm still going to plug away though but without any self imposed deadlines.

Love you all.
Bailey.

...Is what happens in between making plans and realising them. Mine has been rather fraught since my aunt, who has lived with me since 1987, was taken ill during the Gabycon and gave extra stress - I ran on adrenalin for a few days.

She still isn't right and being elderly, this could become a chronic thing or worse, something life threatening. Meanwhile I'm trying to work full time, do the household chores and some writing when I have time.

It's all time consuming and stressful, so if Bike doesn't appear, it's because either something has worsened or I'm too cream crackered to write.

A long trip to do what I didn't want to do (leave the presence of mah baybee).

I think some of you need to do this, considering some of the pics I see for the stories I see here. Sadly, I can not find properly attired Binti clothing. Haraam Haraam !

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=urNyg1ftMIU&NR=1

giggle.

Gwendolyn

Or NOT

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iEWgs6YQR9A&feature=related