I could feel the blood drain from my face. This was the one thing I feared- being found out and I had only been here a few minutes!

A story based in Wales, though it could be anywhere, of how some people cope with a potentially difficult situation using the one resource we are all capable of using, love.

I hope you will enjoy. Angharad.

Ryan’s Daughter.
by
Angharad.

“Do your homework, Rhiannon,” Heulwen stood with her hands on her hips.

“Aww, Mam, can’t I do it later?”

“You know what we agreed, now go and do it or it’ll be up to bed for you without any stories.”

“Yes, Mam,” Rhiannon sloped off to the dining room and sat at the table again with her books.

She removed a strip from a box and smoothed it against my leg. So this is waxing? I prepared myself for the pain that was sure to follow. I might as well have prepared myself for two tigers to rip me apart. I can’t describe the pain that shot through me as she pulled the strip from my leg. I winced. My eyes watered, but I refused to scream like a girl. Like a girl? Who am I trying to kid? How many men do this?

"I never thought I'd complain about this, but Mom, the skirt's too short."

"No it's not," she replied. "It looks fine."

Easy As Falling Off A Bike
by Angharad
part 19 dozen.(228)

Thankfully he hadn't hurt himself nor damaged the bike in his fall. "Hey this is good fun," he gasped puffing his way to the top of the hill.

"So they tell me," I replied.

"Hmm I might have to get myself a decent bike," he said to no one in particular.

"What's wrong with that one?"

"Well it's an entry level, isn't it?"

The next two chapters of an old six chapter voluntary body swapping story of mine. There are two sequels on top of that.

The top brass at Spellcrafters Inc. have it in for the Spells R Us wizard. They've brought in hired muscle from overseas to do their dirty work- a powerful magical mercenary named Necromancer Sato. Can Wizzie survive their deadly scheme? And will our "somewhat ridiculous heroine" Wendy manage to avoid getting caught in the crossfire? This is a wicked little story about an extremely nasty bunch of people. In the words of William Burroughs, "Hold back the edges of your gowns, Ladies. We are entering Hell..."
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by Phantasi Boi

Intro: Here’s chapter 3 of my 1st attempt at a serial. As always I welcome comments be they praise or criticism. Please don’t be angry if I get any facts wrong regarding gender issues, it is only a story, besides the characters themselves could be getting it wrong rather than me. Feel free to point out any errors I make though.

“Jess whispered to her mum, “Lini’s asleep,” She joined her mum on the landing. Betty smiled at her, her smile faded when she saw an angry look in her daughter’s eyes.

“What’s wrong with you?” She hissed.