Encrypted-6

Chapter 6

I blink several times trying to make sure where I’m at is really where I’m at. Brandy’s looking at me and comes over and kneels down and she slowly unbends my fingers from the frame of the bed. “Maddie…Maddie…” It still hasn’t hit me that it’s over.

I’m shaking and shivering actually and my head is pounding. I think I’m crying a little too.
“Maddie honey what’s wrong are you hurt?” I’m just not in that place were talking works and I shake my head no. I try to get it out.

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Pt 1

16 Year old Jacob Edwards finds that harsh words have even harsher consequences. Will he find happiness in his new life or will hate and a lust for revenge overtake him. Let’s find out.

“This is team one standing by“, “team two standing by“.
“This is alpha operation Edwards is go” The radio chatter ended and two black SUV'S started rolling toward an old Chevy pickup truck stopped at a red light.

Sorry, I know it's a short one.
And yeah, I'm glad some enjoyed it.
It's, as always, a pleasure writing for you.

(And a slight update)

Chances Are... Stories of Hope Lauren's Tale by Andrea Lena DiMaggio   Oh write me a beacon so I know the way Guide my love through night and through day

Camden, New Jersey....in an alleyway after midnight....

‘Daydreams can come True ’ Chapter 3
By
Julie Dawn Cole
If you could only just see me now.

I decided to go to the Harbour shopping centre that was close to the Langham hotel. Something inside me was taking me there. I knew she hadn’t arrived yet bun I couldn’t resist to go to the reception and ask if she was expected later. She was so no chance she’d been joking with me.

She’d booked a late arrival.

The Rioter’s Tale.
By Angharad.

I walked past the bridal shop every day. The woman who owned it changed the display every second week–possibly to prevent exposure to sunlight of the dresses inside. I stopped and looked in the window and drooled each time I went past. I just love wedding dresses and these were some to die for, not that I’d ever wear one. First, they were worth hundreds if not thousands of pounds; second, I’m not even in a relationship let alone engaged to be married; third, my birth certificate says boy.

Bob and Megan, a married couple in their final years retired for the night. Just before drifting off to sleep Bob made an off hand comment to which Megan agreed with a slight twist. They did not know something was listening and granted their wish. How will this challenge work out when they hardly know the rules of the game?

The premise is what if. What if as a senior citizen you were sent back in time into the body of a teenager of the different sex. You were given a task to perform but none of the host's memories. You retained your own knowledge and memories. Could you navigate that world? What would the experience do to you?

Sept 20, 2011
Newly edited through the unforgiving seventh grade English teacher. There are a few minor changes but nothing to alter the story. You will notice a change from first person narrative to third person in some scenes. This is intentional. The primary focus is from Bob/Sarah's point of view. I shifted to third person when Bob/Sarah was not involved in the scene and for areas where scene setting is involved. With that in mind it should lessen any confusion. I trust this helps convince you there is a method for the writers madness and it is not a lack of skill. This decision may be a failure but I did it on purpose.

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In part two Bob cautiously explores his new persona with little direction as he attempts to rebuild Sarah’s life. He learns trust once broken is difficult to reclaim. He finds an ally in Sarah’s grandmother and may have discovered who his wife, Megan became.