A graduate student's roommate sets him up on a blind date. It becomes clear that words were chosen with care.

Warped Space - Chapter 4
By Misty Steppes

Things are slowly picking up, and yet only just beginning... enjoy!

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The room went silent in an instant. Heads snapped to the main doorway, where an imposing figure in the same black armor as always strode closer. Hands raised in clean salutes as he passed by each table, and as the man stopped right next to mine I dropped my fork and attempted a messy salute - I was doing my best. He smirked at me.

Nancy takes part in a rescue

NOTICE: FINAL POSTING TODAY

Hi there, reader - Sigh here.
I've been posting the continuation of this story in short bits (between 1K and 2K words per part, as was the original author's habit). However, these last 3 parts are SUPER short, so I've combined them into one post that will wrap up this tale in a neat little bow. One more time, huge kudos to Angharad for her invaluable British phrasing and charm! Kudos to Alys for the original story! And much thanks to anyone who took the time to read this flight of fancy. I owe you all big-time hugz!

Drift Queens - Chapter 1
By Misty Steppes

I promise there’ll be more Warped Space soon - my muse just decided this would be an interesting story, so this first chapter popped into existence. Maybe I’m reading too much WolfJess :P. The title is subject to change, and this chapter definitely needs a rework at some point if I’m going to turn it into a story, but let me know what you think!

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Pacific Coast Highway, California, USA

Warped Space - Chapter 3
By Misty Steppes

My, it has been a while hasn’t it. Apologies for the absence, the Real World has indeed been cruel over the past… almost two years, I think it’s been? Dear. Well, whilst I get my bearings, enjoy a new chapter of Warped Space!

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Once more, I looked out into darkness.

It was dark when I woke up. Only five in the morning and I felt wide wake. Waking up later even if only an hour was bliss. Papa was already chopping firewood as the cold and snow was coming fast. Even faster in the mountains.

My chest felt itchy and as I began to help him cut fire wood, my chest felt continually itchy and sore. I’m not as skilled as he is but I can still hold my own. Of course, I could’ve gone faster if my chest didn’t feel so itchy. Placing the wood on the stump and slamming the axe into it. It wasn’t long until the sun began peeking out from the horizon.

I'm not sorry
~Eleven

My sister is a bastard.

No, she isn’t a bully. Being a bully would mean that she cared in one way or another about another person. She’s completely egocentric and she does what she thinks is necessary to get what she wants. If I happen to be collateral damage, if I’m hurt or humiliated, too bad. That’s why I was appalled to learn that I was going to spend the summer at the beach in Florida.

 

 

By Jennifer Reed
Natalia and Valentina seek retribution against those that hurt them. Natalias brutality begins to show as Aragon's leadership tries to figure a way to handle the crises.

Malcolm, a child psychiatrist, helps a troubled boy who claims to see people who are trans even if they don't realize it. TG Parody of Sixth Sense.

The principal’s office at Henrietta Orville High School for girls. The Principal and a mother have a conversation. In the background some girls sing the Snow White inspired school song.

- I’m sorry Mrs Anderson but I did warn you when you enrolled your son here at Henrietta Orville High School for girls that he most likely wouldn’t be able to graduate.

- But he so desperately wanted to attend and he really applied himself.

Nothing says "Sisterly Bonding" like shopping. Oh ... joy.

Cheer practice! Oh, and some other stuff that isn't quite as much fun.

I might have a new ally in my quest to bluff my way through Charlene's life. If I can keep her from ripping my head off, that is.

The Other Side of Me – Part 7
by Limbo’s Mistress

It took me longer to recover my wits than I would have preferred. I wasn’t sure which was the more distressing. The fact that Charlene was cheating on Jackson with her friend’s boyfriend. Or the fact that said boyfriend was none other than Danny Morris, the asshole bully from high school.

“What?” I spat, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand to get the taste of Danny out of it. “What the hell?”

“Is that cherry I taste?” he asked playfully, seemingly oblivious to the rage coursing through me. “My favorite.”

My first real day pretending to be Charlene. How hard could it be?

The Winemaker
by Theresa Black

If I'm going to pull off being the girl I'm not, I'm going to need some assistance.

The Other Side of Me – Part Two
by Limbo’s Mistress

Thankfully for my fragile sanity, Jackson didn’t do something awkward like put his arm around me to try to comfort me while I slowly pieced my mind back to a more cohesive state. Even though, I could tell he was in a fight-to-the-death battle to do just that.

John Tucker is the kind of jock who is looking to run up the score on sexual conquest with the help of his good friend and wingman, Scott. Skeptical to his charms, Kate desires to expose and take him down but nothing is as it seems.

A daring escape from the clutches of the Order. But am I willing to abandon all hope of ever being me again?