Sometimes death isn't the end. Sometimes, people can come back with new lives and new powers. This is one of those times.

This is a serial story with litrpg and gamelit elements.

David And Tony’s Place:
David was surprised when she arrived home. She and Tony had stopped and had dinner at Domnic’s. David got roasted chicken, while his boyfriend got steak. David was still dressed as Catherine Bach. Alice Green had asked if they could wear the clothes she had them model during the last shoot.

Chapter 7, Whit, October 27, 1998

Darren Whitlock is following his mother through Wal-Mart with his head down.

“No Mom, I’m not doing Halloween this year, I’m 12 years old now. Besides, I haven't dressed up in years.”

“Come on Darren, it could be fun, you could help hand out candy, and surely someone’s having a costume party,” his Mom said.

“Mom, no, I’m not doing it,” Darren said.

“I don’t understand what’s gotten into you, all you want to do is sit in your room and draw from your silly books. You used to love dressing up.”

Note. After some encouragement I have extended the original story. I hope readers might enjoy the extra pages at the start.

A general sat behind a large desk. Behind him picture windows showed a drop of sixteen floors to a parade ground far below with marine recruits who looked little bigger than ants, being put through their paces by drill sergeants.

Chapter 44: Family Meeting

Chapter Five: Dawn of the Lotus

Morning light cascaded through the intricately carved lattice windows, casting a soft, golden glow that danced across the room and warmed the luxurious silk sheets entwined around her body like a gentle embrace. The air was rich with the mingling scents of sweet incense, the delicate allure of foxfire, and the lingering whisper of smoke from the extinguished candles, creating an atmosphere both serene and enchanting.

Funs, Buns, Guns
A Vignette
By Maryanne Peters

“I can see that you work out,” he said. “You have some serious upper arm development there.”

She looked him up and down, and made sure that he could see what she was doing. He was the same height as she was, even in her heels, although they were not overly high. He had less skin exposed than she did, in a strapless top that showed off the body that many like her would have been ashamed of, but she could see that he was all muscle underneath.

Acidalia XXIV
By Amanda D.

Wednesday October 7th 9:37am:

The Sisters compound:

Robi stood over the bed checking her semi-conscious patient’s pulse. She carefully watched the second tick off on her wristwatch as she counted heartbeats. Satisfied, her vital signs were close enough to normal, she jotted the information down on the victim’s chart. As she did, she quietly observed the small, still body on the bed hoping for signs she was regaining consciousness.

Mug Shot
A Short Story
By Maryanne Peters

“Do you have a sister, Emmet?” said Wade. “Because the girl getting all the hype on “Mug Shot Babes” sure looks like she could be related to you?”

Scott Hanes knew it was supposed to be a challenge, but spending the night in a haunted mansion couldn't be too hard, could it?

I resisted laughing, for fear it would come out as a giggle.

Pete's Vagina
76. Bullet
Erin Halfelven