Just a little ditty to keep my poetic license. Besides, all's fair in love and war.

A Prince's Tale
By shalimar
Copyright 1964, 2001

In days of old
This prince was bold
with women undercover

He had to confess
He'd wear a dress
If he fought another

A war broke out
There was a rout
He had no horse to ride

You could understand
Our prince he ran
He had to save his hide

He met a witch
No ordinary bitch
She saw our prince's fear

He lost his pride
"I've got to hide
Or they'll kill me over here."

And with a motion
She gave him a potion

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16 year old Jake is caught unaware when his body suddenly undergoes a startling transformation. But it isn't long before he becomes a Were. This is the fourth story in the Were universe.

Changes

By

Julie O

Edited

By Itinerant

For testifying against the man who murdered his family, Scott Helms now faces a price on his head. However he is offered a unique opportunity of a new life.

A teenage boy faces his awakening as a Were. This story takes place in the same universe as my Were stories.

Months after Darek first awakens as a Were dryad, he goes to his first Were convention and meets other like...or not so like himself.

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever. Anyway, I heard a juicy rumor floating around the campus earlier. Apparently there’s some chick at one of the Karaoke joints around here that’s really good. Like competition for us kind of good.”

“Oh really now?” I asked with a raised eyebrow. “This I’ve got to see for myself. What’s her major?”

“No. She’s in the local high school with that Cindy chick you were helping a while ago.”

“This just gets better and better.”

I’m very afraid. I get the feeling that while I scored a rather easy win over Thomas, the true enemy has stepped up their game. Assuming that Thomas was just the agent of the enemy, rather than the enemy itself, I have several questions.

Are we still dealing with an agent, or could we be facing the true enemy this time? How much power does the enemy have? What are we going to face this time? And then, there’s the worst question. If they’ve gone from possession to murder, where will they strike next? How can I protect those I love? What have I stepped in?

When trouble arrises, a man transforms into the cities breast... er best super heroine. (This story takes place in the same universe as my story Heavyweight.)

“She was just so adorable sleeping like that,” Michelle grinned, “I didn’t want to go any closer you know.” She took LeAnne’s hand again, leading her down the hallway to her room.

LeAnne smiled sheepishly. “I couldn’t help myself. She just looked so innocent and angelic. But at least those years of ballet finally paid off,” she added with a quiet giggle.

At that very moment the house froze in time, and Faith and Bethany both looked around the house. Faith had a big smile on her face as she looked at LeAnne and Michelle, “Now that’s perfect. Nature is balanced again.”

“I never would either LeAnne. Friends first sweetie, always.” Michelle smiled as they both went into the kitchen to scope out what to make for dinner.

LeAnne giggled a little. “Gawd, this kitchen’s amazing. I haven’t had a real kitchen with anything beyond a piece of crap stove and a 700 watt microwave in like, two years.”

“It’s a damn professional kitchen. It looks like something you would see in Gordon Ramsay's house.” Michelle giggled.