CHAPTER 58
I hugged him hard, almost bursting in my love of my son. That phrase bubbled up again: ‘This one is mine; I made this’.

“We’ve got a couple of boat rides coming up, son”

“The Reef?”

“Second one, yeah. I want to try a quieter one with LC first, let her get used to stuff before she goes all the way out there. Now, what looked good at this Italian place?”

Next week is orientation for this year's new students, so here's something related.

The Sisters

By Jenny with a G

Chris was already at school when Lily arrived.

That was not unusual.

Chris was usually there before almost everyone, sitting on the wooden bench outside the library with a backpack tucked close beside one foot. Teachers passed with coffee cups and key rings. The custodian pushed a cart down the hallway. Students came in laughing, yawning, arguing, complaining about homework, and never wondered why Chris always seemed to be waiting before the day had even begun.

Lily noticed.

Lily noticed most things about Chris.

The Magician's Force

Author's note. This essay contains a discussion of abuse. please read with care

It had been a wet and cold summer my sister April and I had been
cooped up indoors nearly every day and we were getting bored. April
said Danny have you seen these films on YouTube, I said which ones are
you talking about. April said these and she showed me it was a short
film about a sister making her brother look like her sister.
April said I have watch a few of these and I bet we could make a
better one. I said you want to turn me into a girl. April said no just
looking like one. April said you are quite slim and about my size you

My Diary.

By Nikkie Silk

Dear Diary

Today was a busy day. This morning, I kissed Daddy goodbye at the front door, wearing my pink baby-doll nightie. The nightie rides up to show my matching knickers, which barely cover my little cockette in its cage. Daddy keeps the key close to his heart on a chain around his neck, which I think is supersweet of him. It is gestures like that which make me love him so much. Only he can use the key, as it should be, I hasten to add.

The Lois Einhorn Story
A Short Story inspired by an old Movie
By Maryanne Peters

Paper Girl

The Paper Moon Theatre was famous for making impossible things out of cardboard.

Its swords were cardboard. Its crowns were cardboard. Its castles were cardboard, painted silver and gold and blue, folded flat after every show and stacked behind the curtain like sleeping kingdoms.

The wigs were paper. The flowers were paper.

ROBYN AND MARION

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What Should I Do
A Vignette
By Maryanne Peters

Can anybody love someone as much as my Pete loves me? Sometimes I feel that I am the luckiest girl in the world – or I would be, if I were a girl.

The ceiling was only the ceiling.

To Boldly Go
by Suzan Donamas

The Au Pair
A Short Story
By Maryanne Peters

To succeed in anything, you need to be prepared to be ruthless. If you want something, you need to take it without thought for the desires or feelings of others. Think about the consequences perhaps, but what other people expect of you should never come into the equation. It is better to be thought of as brutal than to spend your life worried about the opinion of others. It has always worked for me, although I suppose it led to me being alone. Brutes have few friends.