Homebody
A Vignette
By Maryanne Peters

I have always wanted the perfect home – well decorated and with a wonderful garden and a kitchen smelling of fresh baking at my hand, and a husband in his favorite chair to be loved for all he has provided. I suppose that plenty of girls want the same thing, and I wanted it even though I was a boy.

© Maeryn Lamonte 2025

I was still in my nightdress when the doorbell rang the next morning. Fortunately, I’ve never quite lost the paranoia accompanying the possibility of being found out, so I always have a dressing gown nearby. This one was long enough to cover the depths of white lace currently cascading off my shoulders, so all I needed to do was pull it on and cinch the tie tight.

Chapter 9

On the way home, Willow got Sebastian to stop at a post office, where she bought a post pack big enough for three discs, and the stamps needed for a package of three and another of one. When she was home, she sealed the one to the ENO, and filled the package to Jill. Properly stamped, she left them on the hall table for her mother to put in a post box in the morning.

Felicity Finds Family

A Transgender Super Coming of Age Adventure

From the Super Heroine Universe

Chapter 27: The Ultimate Rescue

By Sasha Zarya Nexus

Can Felicity and her family Bring to completion Beth's rescue and bring her into complete belonging within the Family? What about what will become of Peter, Tharngara and the Oopsey Daisy?

Copyright 2025 by Sasha Zarya Nexus.
All Rights Reserved.

“One thing I’ve definitely learned – the heart goes where the heart goes.”

Revenge Served Cold
A Short Story
By Maryanne Peters

“Patience is the ultimate virtue”. They are so very fond of saying that at Ms. Lacey’s School of Reform for Wayward Boys. Ms. Lacey herself says that all women must learn patience first. “A woman’s life is full of frustrations, and a woman’s life is what is in store for all of you. And frustration can only be overcome by patience”. I can still hear the words, being drummed into me with everything else. I have never forgotten those words, or how to fold napkins, braid my hair or walk in high heels.

Galactic Diplomacy

One day I was talking with Anna. “You know, I never did figure out where vampires came from.”

“Did we have to come from somewhere? Couldn’t we have just developed, like humans did?”

“And what, we converted the apes and Neanderthals back before humans developed? That doesn’t seem right. Why does holy water have an effect on us? Are we demonic in origin?”

“Huh. I never really thought about that,” Anna remarked.

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.
 

“We should get her some clothes that fit,” Fiona takes a bite of her eggs and waves a finger at me. “That dress is hanging off of her.”
Tori, as promised, came home with food; Bob Evan’s, actually. I didn’t even know that Bob Evans made ‘to go’ food, but I guess they do because I’ve got a small container of eggs, bacon, and biscuits and gravy sitting in front of me. I’m staring at it, unsure of what to eat first or if I even want to eat. I know the deal though: they’ll want me to eat. People like to keep their prisoners alive.

Chapter 9: Justice

Linus took a deep, ragged breath, his voluminous chest rising and falling, and pulled through the gate. He followed the drive to the spacious brick-paved area beside the entrance to the enormous house. Conrad’s gleaming new Porsche was there along with a massive pickup truck also sporting the decorative orange license tag with the big white paw in the middle. Seeing the truck, a flash of horror ran through his mind, seemingly from nowhere. Anna’s heart pounded in his chest, and Linus felt light-headed as he put the car in park, hands shaking.

(Note - There is violence here, but it is not explicit)

What makes a loving mother call their son Timothy. It is one of those names that really doesn’t let one visualise a beefy six year old who can take on the World with a rapier wit and a fist to match.