The Silver Ghost-Book One

Danielle Leigh-Anne O'Bryan

BOOK ONE

Chapter One:

Introductions

Don's Response

Synopsis: Just prior to Jezzi's story Darling Dainty Donna and the family ganging up on Don for being mean to Bobbi I thought this story could be inserted instead. There is no meanness, no underhanded ploys, just a boy reaching out for answers from a family that he feels he has lost.........

by Leigh-Anne Richards

"Whoo!" said Bill as his head rematerialized. "What a rush!"

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Green Sun
Chapter 10
Ex Libris Purgatorius

by Donna Lamb

A Matter of Justice
By Itinerant

Author's Note: This story is a sequel to "Turning the Tables" and is set the same 'universe' as Amazon.

Acknowledgements: My special thanks to Julie O, who graciously permitted me to use the Identity Spell from her story "Personal Foul".

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Wednesday, October 31, 2001
New Orleans, Louisiana
5:10PM CST

"Boys don't have boobs, do they?"
 

Green Sun
Chapter 7
Moose and Walrus, Bruce and Hobie

by Donna Lamb

Halloween

by shalimar

“What are you going to wear to the Halloween party, Stephie?” Shelly asked one of her thirteen-year-old twins.

“I don’t think I’m going to the party,” the teen replied. “I don’t ever win the best costume.”

“You are going,” Shelly replied. “You will have a good time even if you don’t win.”

“But, ma!”

Amazon - Part 11a: Boot Camp
By Itinerant
Edited by Amelia R

Biographer's Note: This is Nicole's story. It covers those events and people she finds notable in her life and chooses to share. If you have problems with it, take it up with her. I'm just a glorified stenographer.

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Wednesday, April 7, 2275
The Settlement

Interlude 2:

Richard rubbed Jo's round little butt...
 

Green Sun
Chapter 3 - Spin Dizzy

by Donna Lamb

 
The emerald dawn caught him by surprise...
 

Green Sun
Chapter 2

by Donna Lamb

In our dreams, almost anything can happen. For Josh and Tiff, a shared dream has some unsettling consequences in the 'real' world.

Dreamed You Were Me
Copyright 2007 by Heather Rose Brown
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Ken felt attracted to Pete--well, not that way!
At least, not at first...

Going Home

By Maggie the Kitten

Jenny has been searching for "home" all her life. With the help of a little angel named Rosie, perhaps she'll finally get there.

This story is dedicated to two very special angels in my life.

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I thought I'd offer my comments on this batch:

#29 - Some of my favorite stories are where a forced femme girl finds that she rather likes being a woman but the tables get turned on the forced femmers. Here Momma Dearest really can’t complain; she turned her son into a woman, and now “she” is taking an entirely feminine revenge.

I peeked at myself in the mirror. Stephanie finished applying the foundation, and was now putting blush on my cheeks. The skin on my face looked flawless. There was no trace of anything that could be mistaken for a shadow from facial hair. It was really working. I was enjoying this very much, and decided to put my fears to rest for the final time. I closed my eyes and drifted off into a daydream. I pictured myself in my wedding gown on the arm of a handsome man in a black tuxedo. He was much taller than I with deep blue eyes and a square jaw. He was looking at me as if I was the love of his life. Why was I feeling this way? It really felt as if the closer I came to being feminized, the more I wanted to be in the arms of a man. My daydream was interrupted by Stephanie’s voice.

“All done! Oh my! You are ravishing!”

My hair was still wet, and flat, but the makeup was like something out of a magazine! I was amazed, and entranced by my reflection. I looked up at the girls and stammered,“You were right. I want it all. I want to be a girl in the worst way. I will do anything for you. Teach me the ways of becoming a woman, PLEASE!!?”

As we walked down the corridor, it became apparent to me that this building was not what I imagined it to be. My room, while not something found in a five star hotel, was fairly luxurious compared to the rest of the structure. It had the look of an abandoned warehouse; the kind you would see in the industrial area of just about any major American city. Curious sort that I was, I had to ask.

“Whereabouts are we, doc?”

“I’m going to withhold that information, Aleena. No sense in giving you any more data than you need.”

Here's seven more, from traditional TG to off the wall to - gasp - serious. Again, if anyone wants to actually write one of the stories, let me know. Here's a bit about Vaingirls:

“All in good time?”, I repeated. “This is most definitely NOT a good time. Frankly, my dear doctor, your stalling is really getting on my nerves.”

“So I can tell, my dear...”, he began.

“And would you stop calling me ‘dear‘” I interrupted, “like I am some helpless... woman.” I fairly spat out the last word. “I am not a woman, and I am most certainly not helpless. Let me reword my previous questions in a format that you can hopefully understand: Why have you done this to me?” I actually managed to work some menace into those last seven words, letting him know that my patience was rapidly approaching its end.

STRANGERS ON A TRAIN

By Bimbo Alison

A bored but romantic-at-heart witch enjoys a cross-country train trip. On her journey she touching many lives aboard the train and tries to make them better, while working around many of the rules and regulations of the magic community.

Hope you enjoy!

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Ok, here's 15 - 21

The Trial

by shalimar

The trial of bin Laden

On Friday morning, after Norman and I brought our little girls to school, I was spending some time getting ready for the Shabbat evening meal when Sarah burst into the kitchen.

"Why aren't you in school?" I asked angrily.

"We just caught bin Laden," she replied.

"Who are 'we', and why aren't you in school?"

"Anya, Danielle and me," she told me.

"If you were in school you would know that this time it is,
'Anya, Danielle and I.' So what is going to happen now?"