Emily Easter Sunday
A “How I Spent My Summer Vacation: I Became a Girl” Gaiden
By
Rebecca Anna Coleman

-5-
Wrapping Up.

Chapter 2

Petunia started breathing again.

“This is just for us?”

“This is something for you girls to understand. The school looks after talent. There is a lot of equipment that can come out when you need it. Last term we played a concert where we needed a glass harmonica, and one was available. Now, introduce us to your friends and let’s see what you can do.”

Demands My Soul

A Transgender Heroine's Journey & Romance Novel

From THE ONE Universe

Chapter 7: The Legal Gauntlet

By Ariel Montine Strickland

Can Delores maintain her faith after receiving Craig's motion for the probate court against her? Will her lawyer, Rebecca, have a plan after she faces her brother Craig in his law office?

Copyright 2025 by Ariel Montine Strickland.
All Rights Reserved.

Boy confesses he's jealous of his sisters...
Mom offers to pamper him...
Two sisters offer to help...
Dad is upset, relinquishes...
Beauty Pageant for Teen Boys as Girls...

Alex had a terminal Cancer diagnosis and thought she would die before she got to be the girl she always was inside. That all changes when she's in the wrong place at the right time and gets transported to another world and into the body of a girl. So what if she's not human, she's alive and a girl. Now if only she had her sister with her to navigate this new world and her new responsibilities. Wait, she's here too? The passage of their souls between worlds may have doomed the Earth to apocalypse, but Alex and Michelle won't be there to see it and they have enough problems on their hands.
 

My name is Caspar Ozymandias Duchamp. Please don’t mention that to anybody. I’m known as Cod. I know it’s a bit fishy but I prefer that to my real name. Besides it makes me a big fish in a small pond – I wish. I’m not really that important in school. On the other hand, my high school is not that important. To be honest, it’s on skid row. Nobody cares. The teachers have given up, most of them anyway. The sports teams are in a death spiral with dire results resulting in dire recruitment. For God’s sake they couldn’t even get enough girls to get a full cheerleading squad this year. But who but a cheerleader could care about the Kangville Kangaroo Rats? Just the name is enough to lose interest.

I stepped up to my baby, laying an arm over his shoulders.

“Do you think you will?”

“How do I know, Dad? Not exactly been in any sort of thing with a girl before, have I?”

“Son… Mum and me, we talked you through where we were, before we met. When we were with Alan and Carolyn”

“They’re still family, Dad”

Playing Marbles for the Big Blue

22: Makelan's Requiem

By Jo Dora Webster

Will Amaza and Sala be able to subdue Makelan and his doomsday weapon? Will the Tessalt Torpedoes developed by the Royal Alban Navy and reproduced by Princess Amaza be enough?

For some unknown reason, most people were up later for their breakfast the following morning. The exceptions, of course, were the four young people nesting in the Edifice, who were clearly audible, even through earplugs, from shortly after dawn. I popped my plugs out just in case we were to be visited by a lively LC, only to hear the typically calm voice of Jan as she corralled and fed the child pack. By the time I finally surfaced, they were gone, apparently delivered by Shan’s Mum Ginny to the children’s play area.

Priorities at that age are somewhat fickle.

[The following April, the week after Easter]

The looming spectre of the end-of-year exams made Dido concentrate on her studies during the week. At weekends, she was able to help John with Joanne's rehab. Slowly, the memory and trauma of the attack in the club receded into the past until they had an unexpected visit from a DI Farmer, who said that he was part of the Human Exploitation and Organised Crime Command, which was investigating a series of attacks on women that were a lot more than just rape.

Gerold vs. the Good Old Boys

10/ TBD

By Jo Dora Webster

Cover Art by Melanie E.

TBD
WIP

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Sometimes death isn't the end. Sometimes, people can come back with new lives and new powers. This is one of those times.

This is a serial story with litrpg and gamelit elements.

Katie was so right about ‘music on hold,’ which she described as “all your favorite tunes, castrated.”

My mouth and eyes were dry, sunlight through my parents window caused me to stir. I rubbed my eyes a little, after opening them I realised what a mistake that was. I had been wearing mascara, eyeliner and eyeshadow last night and hadn't removed it prior to sleep. The black smudged transfer on my hands led me to expect the same on my face.