Even in a mysterious machine-run city in the far future getting a table at a good restaurant is still difficult. We need you to make up the numbers. Please don't come as you are! It would be a real social faux-pas as we don't want to end up with three guys and one girl. Nobody can leave the city anyway so we might as well have some fun. I heard people are dying outside but it's only a rumour ...

How much of a girl has Charlotte become?

Exposed...Trapped...And what do some students do after curfew?

Private Mountain

by Erin Halfelven

Breakfast at Perky's and some surprises, but are the fairies done with poor Bobbi?

Warning: when you join an ideological cause, make sure you are on the right side.
This is one of those stories that wrote itself. It is my own cathartic reaction to the terrorist actions that have been occuring lately.

The game's afoot (long), and 'Sherlock' Layne is on the case!

Lance discovers Hell has an eighth level - which may not be so bad, after all.

A not-so-lazy Sunday afternoon and evening. You will never look at Chicago-style pizza the same way again.