Part Twelve

"I just wanted to be the first to congratulate you," said Melody, when she called Aaron a few days later. "Well, I assume I'm first."

"I assume this is in regard to my winning the Nobel Peace Prize," said Aaron.

"Yes. We got an early notice over the wire. It's for Aaron LaBelle, not Malak, I notice."

"Regardless, this will infuriate some people," said Aaron, wryly.

"Well, at least you found Molly's project to make a power phage."

"Thanks in large part to Blackpool's work. Though Molly's bragging provided significant clues."

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Chapter 6: Medical Evaluation Begins

A Transgender Coming of Age Adventure

A Story from THE ONE

Ariel Montine Strickland

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I was appalled when I saw the leotard slip on a girl on the opposing girl gymnastics team. I glimpsed a penis! That's cheating! Of course I couldn’t just let that pass. However, I decided to give them the chance to withdraw quietly so I cornered the “girl” in question and told him their team had to forfeit or I’d tell the judges.

“Aww, poor you,” Sonia teases, making me roll my eyes as I fasten my tie. “Your summer of fun was always going to come to an end sooner or later, you knew that.”

“Yeah, ‘fun,’ ” I reply with a snort of laughter, though what I of course don’t want my sister to know is that this has already been one of the best summers of my life.

Rascal's First Halloween
By
Rebecca Anna Coleman

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BigCloset TopShelf, Fajitas, and Sailor Moon

"Four weeks," Caden mutters as the gravel crunches under his tires, the cabin's wooden sign swinging slightly in the wind. He parks, kills the engine, sits for a moment staring at the pine trees crowding the driveway. The tour contract is signed, the advance spent. A short drive from Denver, no distractions. Just the work.

I was up first the following morning, Sunday. There was now less than four weeks to go to the concert date, Saturday 18th December; our end of term exams were starting on 13th December and we had a family and relatives preview for the evening of Tuesday, 7th December. And today we had a dress rehearsal. All in all, it was going to be a busy run up to Christmas. I wasn’t looking forward to Christmas; its arrival would mean the end of the road for Aisling and I was becoming very enamoured by her.

A TURN OF THE MOON
Day Seven
by
Jessica Drew

I woke the next morning to hear Lauren calling my name. I groaned and pulled the covers over my head.

“Come on, it’s a beautiful day today,” Lauren said. I felt her tugging on the bed sheets.

Dr Wiggins performed the post-mortem the next day at the Morgue in Stevenage. He had an audience of DCI Pascoe and Chief Superintendent Montgomery. The presence of the Chief Super told Dr Wiggins that these children were important to a lot of people way above his pay grade.

Part Ten

"I checked with Insight," said Aaron, when Melody called from her office the next morning. She was at work, while he was still at home, enjoying a post-breakfast second cup of coffee. A rare luxury, even with his reduced schedule these days. "It agrees with my analysis. However, it can't find her."

"That's... surprising," said Melody. "As well as worrying. I suppose it's not because she's dead?"

"No. Somehow she's actively hiding. I guess it makes sense that someone with superhuman senses would be good at concealing herself."

Chapter 1: Dundee, 2017

Dundee.

The city of my well-spent youth. Compact, affordable, practical; or so some of the more positive reviews seemed to indicate. Not that I really needed a review, but I hadn't been back in twenty years.

There was the Dundee I remembered: not really a tourist destination; a bit dowdy and plain; shops closed by six. Not quite sure what people did for entertainment after dark apart from pubbing. Just your average Scottish city. I didn't think it had really changed.

Barreled
A Short Story
By Maryanne Peters

“Barreled - verb - drive or move in a way that is so fast as to almost be out of control.”