We have finally reached the climax of Book Four of this Anthology Of Insanity. Where the Lowe family, and their friends, are finally going to settle their matters with Scorpius, in more ways than one.

Jem… Chapter 141

Jem…Chapter 141 by Bailey Summers Copyright © 2013 Bailey Summers All Rights Reserved.

A few days ago, I read a comment on "who's hunting who" by Sadarsa: "No telling what the chaos generator inside Nag's head came up with," or similar. I laughed and laughed... because I was writing this at the time. This is the story my muse has been threatening me with for months, and I've held off because I really wanted to finish one story before doing another.

My muse had other ideas.

So here it is, another nice loving bag of "WTF" from me. Enjoy.

Copyright Nagrij, 2015.

Summer Camp
Part 2
By Princess Pantyboy

Me/Chris 8-year-old boy
Miley 5-year-old evil little sister
Heather 14-year-old big sister
Karen 3-year-old baby sister
Mommy/Linda 35-years-old looks like she is barely 21
Amy 5-year-old girl from next door
Andy 5-year-old boy, twin to Amy
Ms. Tina Amy & Andy’s mom

I don’t know if it was loyalty or stubbornness that had motivated me to still go with it. Loyalty or stubbornness that made me continue our quest to adopt a child.

I think I'd Never Look Back

Author’s note: This is based on "I think I’d have a heart attack", which you can find a version of here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xR0HrrIXjBk

I always had my defences up
never could admit who I was
because if I ever did that
I know I could never look back

Always knew that I had to hide
Always had to try to be a guy
Never talk about what I want
Even though it made life so tough

Scorpius hosts a funeral, like none other.

Meanwhile, Violin and John must come to terms with their mutual past and present, in the hopes of salvaging their future.

CHAPTER 30
It started quietly, but it gathered speed as it continued. Bob didn’t say anything, but I caught little hints in the pubs and when I visited his place. The odd snide remark, almost always from the younger drinkers; the bit of broken glass he’d missed picking up from his carpet. It was harder to miss the dog shit smeared over his street door, though. His float was kept at the dairy overnight, so they couldn’t get at it, but I soon realised that it was a steady and concerted campaign.