The Floral Tales (working title) –
J Morose 2009

Introduction
 
 
This story is based on a real club that existed in Southport, England in the 80's and early 90's. The events and characters are entirely fictional.

This story contains political incorrectness, intolerance, swearing, sexual references and the usual vernacular references as made by teenagers when their parents are out of earshot. If you want a Disney piece, this is not for you.

The story centres around two teenage boys, their girlfriends and their underage exploits when attending the local rock club.

He's all dressed up and has somewhere to go if his friends can get him to go. Stay tuned....

• May the blessings of the day be upon you and yours
• And many thanks for all the encouraging comments~ J

One shift, I found myself in the aeroponics section along with Simon, the slight young man we had both noticed keeping himself apart from the rest in the mess hall the first time we had eaten aboard ship. I had noticed that he cast longing glances at both of us when we ate, but not in the same way as the others, and he had never tried to approach either of us as the others had. There had been no time for anything but the business of running the ship since we first broke orbit, but as we shuffled around each other, checking pumps and sprayers, pruning plants to ensure maximal growth patterns and yields, I noticed him glancing at me sideways when he thought I wasn’t looking.

Dragon's Blood, the name for the infamous Erinyes conversion process which makes near-superhuman women for THEMIS. It was supposed to be impossible for circumstance to allow it to be misused and accidentally introduced to a human body. Unfortunately, none of us were counting on Kudzu and her need for revenge, or her sadism. My Name is Michael Holtman, and I am a Myrmidon Heavy serving my time till I pay off my process debt. This is the story of how I screwed up, pissed off the bosses, and almost got myself killed on behalf of a company that was under the mistaken impression that I was disloyal.

Drabble Theatre: Hot Coffee

Melanie Ezell

WE find out what is going on with Kendra.
 

I had dropped the girls off at school and now I had to come back home and take care of my domestic chores. Fiona had ordered me back into my empathy suit and a maid's uniform for doing chores around the house, I pulled on a pair of black tights for convenience and threw on my maid's dress. I wished I didn't have to wear high heels for cooking and cleaning but it was her rules. It was a little irritating how she would lounge on the couch and watch golf while I would go at the furniture with a feather duster.
 

“My dad went… kind of insane after Mum died. He wasn’t violent… I guess I’m lucky there. He got angry, though… at me. But he wasn’t actually a bad guy. He wound up getting drunk a lot lately. But he… didn’t take it too well that he was losing his only son. He… kinda let it slip at the pub I’d caught BS. People started making fun of me for getting the “queer virus”… and he reacted badly.”

The girls start school and Fiona eases them into femininity