Erin Halfelven

Sledgehammer by me from DopplerPress on Amazon

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This is the same story that's been in the Hatbox for some time, now released with new editing and a new cover on Amazon. The story of Jake and Cody, friends--and Freds--for a lifetime. See story for joke about the Freds.

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Erin

One Froggy Morning

This is a fanfic based on Dorin Naga's webcomic, Murry and Lewy: https://murryandlewy.com/

One Froggy Morning
by Erin Halfelven and Suzan Donamas

Copyright ©2026 by Dorin Naga

A story set in the world of Murry and Lewy

Characters by Dorin Naga — Story by Joyce Melton

I've been asked for a little clarity on the question of politics

In the current political climate, it can feel dangerous to express an opinion, or even to read someone else's.

BC was intended to be a friendly place to read, write and discuss TG fiction and that will always be its principal mission.

But part of being friendly is feeling safe. Accordingly, I'm going to modify BCs stance on political discussion, a small bit. Such discussion has never been outright prohibited, just frowned on lest it turn into personal attacks and violations of the Three Rules.

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Cyber-bullying

Using comments or PMs to attack someone personally on this platform can lead to outright banning from the site. If someone writes a story you don't like, that is not a license to attack them on moral grounds.

If you receive such a bullying message, please bring it to my attention. If you have sent such a missive, consider this a warning. We have very few rules here, and the main one is still, "Keep it friendly."

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Erin

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Another Country -6-

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There was no help for it...

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Another Country -5-
Erin Halfelven

I came at our house the back way through the alley, but Mom was there, chopping at some weeds with a long-handled hoe. The back gate made of pigwire stood wide open. At least I didn’t have to get off my bike to open it.

“Bobby,” she said as I rolled past her. “Grab the garden rake and help me here.”

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