F 4

I was in the office getting ready for a meeting where I was the presenter. Suddenly I found that critical information that I needed was not there. I thought that I had been told it was. Being the lead Engineer/Architect on the project, I was sick of fighting accusations of nepotism so took myself, even wearing skirt suit and heels out there.

Widow
A Short Story
By Maryanne Peters

The very light of heaven was slowly fading from his brain, as his penis shrank and slipped out from inside her. Something about her lit a fuse in him – his mind flashed and emptied every time. Nebraska Daly had done his share of fucking, across five states and three territories, but this was something else. This must be what love is, like in the story books.

Change the subject, Rhodes.

“This is a nice place, Paula”

“It should be. Cost us an arm and a leg. Or rather, in my case, nearly an arm”

“Um… Lexie and I share a few friends. I think I know what you mean”

She nodded, her smile wistful.

“Yup. Just another thing I owe to Diane and the rest. Mo had a lot of assets, and they came my way”

“Mo?”

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.

Our last morning in a tent for a while dawned with a slight hint of miserable weather, the first in what seemed like an age. It had rained during the night, but nobody seemed to care much. All our girls were in light dresses and flip-flops or sandals, on the basis that if they got wet feet, who cared? I remembered the old Scouts camping adage that site dress should be shorts and canvas plimsolls, on the same principle. I somehow doubted that people at Everest Base Camp would concur, but it worked for a typical British Summer.

Emily Easter Sunday
A “How I Spent My Summer Vacation: I Became a Girl” Gaiden
By
Rebecca Anna Coleman

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Wrapping Up.

Alex had a terminal Cancer diagnosis and thought she would die before she got to be the girl she always was inside. That all changes when she's in the wrong place at the right time and gets transported to another world and into the body of a girl. So what if she's not human, she's alive and a girl. Now if only she had her sister with her to navigate this new world and her new responsibilities. Wait, she's here too? The passage of their souls between worlds may have doomed the Earth to apocalypse, but Alex and Michelle won't be there to see it and they have enough problems on their hands.
 

I stepped up to my baby, laying an arm over his shoulders.

“Do you think you will?”

“How do I know, Dad? Not exactly been in any sort of thing with a girl before, have I?”

“Son… Mum and me, we talked you through where we were, before we met. When we were with Alan and Carolyn”

“They’re still family, Dad”

Visa

The police grilled Finley concerning his whereabouts during the time when the deaths occurred, but eventually his solicitor James, one of Finlay’s sons, said, “That’s it, Gentlemen. You now have to either charge my father or let him go. You know he was nowhere near the victims when their murders occurred and have no evidence a magistrate would accept to authorise you to retain him, so unless you wish to end up in the dock I suggest you allow him to go home.” Reluctantly they released Finley.

[The following April, the week after Easter]

The looming spectre of the end-of-year exams made Dido concentrate on her studies during the week. At weekends, she was able to help John with Joanne's rehab. Slowly, the memory and trauma of the attack in the club receded into the past until they had an unexpected visit from a DI Farmer, who said that he was part of the Human Exploitation and Organised Crime Command, which was investigating a series of attacks on women that were a lot more than just rape.

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.

Following the consequences of allowing himself to be drawn further and further from manhood, Pat now found himself forced to face the family members who had always questioned who wore the pants in the relationship--though they had never suspected the truth of his current wardrobe.
You'll notice this part strays even further from the original story than the first, though it still follows the same conclusion.

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.

September 23th, 3040

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A remake of the classic story written by The Suejrz nearly 20 years ago. More than simply reviving the original title, this piece was written with the intention of diving deeper into the characters, situations, and the evolution of a husband who never expected how much a harmless bet would end up costing him.
This first part covers events up to the double date with Tom and Mike.

“What bloody festival?”

“Shrewsbury folk festival. Bit of history there, to say the least. It’s where the Woodruffs met for starters, as well as where Annie and Eric got together. It was also the girls’ first trip away, as a couple, that is, and not with either set of parents. We thought it would, well; it’s not just a chance for you to get some relaxed time with both of them, but it also seemed like a proper present for Maz and the little one. They tell me it’s very good for kids, loads of activities just for them. The last weekend of the month, ah? Give my girl a chance to breathe. I’ll let you know who’s on, but not today. Enjoy the trip, love. We’ll be fine”

[The following February]

The steady stream of punters leaving the club signified that closing time was near. The flow soon dwindled to a few stragglers. The two doormen looked at their watches anxiously. It was well past 02:00 when the last customer left the club and climbed into a waiting taxi. For the doormen, their work for the night was done and dusted. They went inside and locked the door behind them.

My mind whirled into a chaotic reverse; it felt like our lunch, and my trip out to Kern Cotton, had taken place a month earlier. I had to remind myself that it had only been yesterday. . . .

Bull
A Short Story
By Maryanne Peters

People would say that you cannot ever meet two friend more different than me and PJ Leitch. But the fact is that we grew up in the country on neighboring farms, and a bike pathe beside the road between them. We had a hand in making that path, and also our special track down to the Lohanokie River in front and other up into the Campbell Mountains behind. We loved the outdoors in those days. Hell, I still do.