As the school year continues, Harold's femininity becomes more apparent and he finds comfort in being 'Heidi.' Harold's confusion grows as he faces the loss of his first friend and his mother's disappointment if he continues his journey into girlhood. Yet, being a girl seems to come naturally. He ponders his future.

Easy As Falling Down
by Angharad & Bonzi Cat
part:258

The second night in the hotel suite was even better than the first, Henry had the suite next door, which was plusher than ours, but then he was effectively the owner.

Simon and I snuggled down in the queensize bed. "I hope my bikes weren't damaged," I said, not having had a chance to check on them.

Acidalia XIII
By Amanda D.

Pacific Heights San Francisco yesterday:

Easy As Taking Candy From A Baby
by:Bonzi 'n 'er.
part:257.

One of the things I love about Simon is, that he forgives and forgets so quickly. I wonder if his short term memory is impaired but otherwise he remembers things, though I suppose that could be due to his Blackberry.

In a low voice that was almost a whisper, Maisie told me, "I saw the ghost of Misty Sabatino."

Goosebumps rose in a rapid wave up the back of my neck and both my arms.

Easy As Falling Off A Log.
by Bonzi Cat & 'is Mum.
part:256. (Isn't that a quarter of a Gigastory?).

I spun around in my seat, "Simon, what are you doing here?"

"I could ask you the same," he said.

"Doing a re-enactment of the Alamo. The police didn't like the bit with live ammo."

He stood and shook his head. "I can't leave you alone for five minutes, can I?"

Ida told me that she didn't want to be too ambitious on our first weekend together. "I'm hoping we can do this again, maybe often, and so I'd rather take it easy and get to know you a little bit. It's nice to be with you when, uh–"

"I understand," I said, and finished her thought: "– when Maisie's not around."

Love Requiem
By: Jane Barker

Born Twice
By Alyssa Plant

'A slight smile came to her lips as she realised she was on her boyfriends bed where the two of them had just been making out.'

A half an hour, 45 minutes outside town, the hills begin to lift, and
if you know just where to look, you see the first blue line of
mountains reaching towards the sky. That's where he left the highway,
dipped and swooped through steepening hills, past trees that seemed to
grow taller, deeper green as we climbed. A gravel road following the