FireBlast is getting ill, children burning Place (non-sense words from a heavy metal song).

Once, Betelgeuse VII was a paradise for rare sexual minorities and transgender people. But now, things are changed. The sun will soon go supernova. The economy collapsed. Things like electricity, automated trains, distribution services, money or internet, are long gone. There is no institution left, the planet is ruled by anarchy.

Penny goes to White Gate Farm with John and the girls

This is the story of Penny. A closet Transwoman thrust into the outside world 24-7 when she would rather go and hide away. Perhaps the title should be Welcome to Penny’s Paranoid World…

The Angel of Chicago

Part Eighteen: Aftermath

by

Rodford Edmiston

There were no empowered healers who could get there quickly. None, in fact, were known who could be there any time within the next several hours. Malak and Blackpool were both out of touch, but expected back soon. Meanwhile, Arielle would have to depend on mundane medicine.

Mr. Glome’s Follow Up

I made it through all the Monday classes. Worked on what was becoming a full page colored pencil drawing in Design, failed to come up with a monologue in Drama, Played Exploding Kittens (SFW edition on NSFW cards) at lunch, and managed to give as well as I got in English.

I should probably mention something about Intro to Physics. Yeah, I should really get around to that.

A teenage boy with golden hair, green eyes, and a body and face of a Greek statue stands on a massive rock above his allies. He paces on the giant rock, anxiously in front of his friends and girlfriend.

MacKenzie Hodge has lived a life of secrets and lies. Chief among them is his, it, or her true gender? Now faced with an important decision, Mac has to decide what kind of future they want. Fortunately for Mac, there's a whole summer to decide.

Chapter Two
 

A raindrop falls directly onto a boy in an ebony black leather tunic with hems and seams of shiny silver. He wears a belt of silver with a belt buckle of an eagle with fists crossed into an X behind. On his chest is a Velcro patch of a red shield. His face was smooth and pretty, and his body so small and petite that the tunic he wears was a baggy on him. He wasn’t always that way, but due to recent events. His body is turning that way.

The man in front of him wears the same tunic and belt. Only on his chest is a silver shield with silver fists crossed X, and a star on the top.

Hey friends, updated this for later as I'm planning a romance story between two of the more fleshed out characters. I'm really enjoying creating this world and adding stories to it. I don't know what else I'll add but I have a huge ass world to play with and I'm excited to actually start the writing about all these places. I decided to go a more realistic root, so you'll see a bunch of new fields of study and possible stuff if this did happen. Though I'm not too sure about Europe being utterly wrecked by this, I really didn't want to write in them. It's hard enough creating a whole two nations and fixing a third. Again, if you want to add some canon into this, please don't hesitate on messaging me your idea. Most of this world is vague so you can play with it as you please, just don't get too crazy. Anyway, enjoy :3

Jerry Tanner has a a lot of experience with games, but can he survive being caught in a game played by the gods?

Previously
Ronnie arose from the couch and walked over to the kitchen table. His car keys were there and so were the lipstick and the wadded note that Angel (Drew) had given him yesterday at the pageant tryout…the note with Angel’s (Drew’s) phone number and address. Ronnie stared at it for a minute or two and then reached down and picked up the note.

Chapter 4 – Do you want to dance?

Light's Promise (Part 6 of 6)

by Erisian

Chapter 21 - Aleppo

Fred hit a ramp that veered off to the right and the helicopter swung around to be seen clearly from the passenger window.

“Hey, the chopper is the other way!” I said more shrilly than intended.

Derek snorted. “Fourteen kilometers of proper highway versus eleven through the Old Quarter and possible crowds? Chill. Fred knows what he’s doing.”