Identity Crisis
By Itinerant
Edited by Amelia R.

Author's Note: For Bob Arnold's Stardust site

We have a tradition at school that I’ve always hated. Dress Up Day is a monthly event, and both the boys and girls are expected to dress in their best on these days. That isn’t all either, we also have to address each other as either Mister or Miss, follow the strictest rules of etiquette, and be both mannerly and respectful of each other along with our teachers and any other adults visiting our school that day.

A Day in the Life -- teaser for the Stardust contest

This is not a fan fiction for the Whateley Academy series. This is my other entry in Bob’s Stardust R Us first anniversary story contest. This story has nothing to do with my Whateley serial period — no really, I mean it!

Imagine what life would be like if the bariers between realities were damaged. Or in this case, picture The Twilight Zone meets Monty Python with a touch of surealism thrown in for good measure.

As I struggled through the fog toward consciousness, the first thing I noticed was the overwhelming smell of perfume, accompanied by the no-less-permeating odor of cleaning fluid. My head was resting against some vinyl upholstery, and I could feel the persistent rumbling of an engine all around me. I wanted to open my eyes, but it seemed to take forever to make my body do anything at all. Instead, I just lay there and tried to figure out what the hell was going on.

I felt the world swing around, just for a second, then settle down and resume its steady rumbling. 'Wherever I am, I'm moving,' I thought. 'Feels like a bus. What am I doing on a bus?' I vaguely remembered leaving the gym, and walking toward my car, and then ... nothing.

Some folks say that you are what you eat, and that is particularly true with a good breakfast!

Sissysat Reprieve

By Danielle
Original by Gingerfred Man (Sissysat)

Part One (Excerpt from Original)

Chapter One

Omnibus edition of this week's releases. Someone wanted more action...

THE ULTIMATE BETRAYAL

By: Danielle L. O'Bryan

I have always been a great fan of Rachel Ann Cooper and I believe that I have read all that she has posted on Crystal’s StorySite.

Hi All !

A Psychological Thriller
(Or: Make sure to keep the program Handy!)
by Danielle Leigh-Anne O'Bryan

While figure skating alone on a pond and trying to avoid the watery inlet, two big local looking short haired women in jeans and flannel shirts arrived on the scene complete with hockey skates, sticks and a puck. After lacing up they maneuvered on the ice aggressively and started shooting the puck down the ice. They seemed oblivious to me and in fact I had to dodge a couple of slapshots as I worked my figure eights, I felt a slam and was thrown into the water by a check. I heard a laugh and then one of them used her stick to pull me out.

This is not a fan fiction for the Whateley Academy series. This is an entry in Bob’s Stardust R Us first anniversary story contest. This story has nothing to do with my Whateley serial, period. No, really, I mean it -- cross-my-heart-and-hope-to-die.

Posting to Stardust defeated me, so Bob Arnold will post it for me. This a brief teaser.