Rascal's First Halloween
By
Rebecca Anna Coleman

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Breakfast with Mom

Sailor Moon was what I considered my gateway anime. It was the anime that got me addicted to the colorful and often vibrant world of Japanese Animation. It had also been mom's favorite anime. Something I never knew about mom was that she was something of a prototype gamer girl. I guess I should have known that because her old bedroom at grandmother's house still had an old Nintendo 64 and an old VHS player hooked up.

Altered Fates: The Pretzel Becomes the Princess - Part 2
By Marie7342231 - marie7342231@yahoo.com

The Recoverer 14.
by Angharad.

Emily The Dunking Booth Mermaid
A “How I Spent My Summer Vacation: I became a Girl!” Gaiden
by
Rebecca Anna Coleman
Book One of Emily's Prom Story Arc

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Prom Committee

The Recoverer (11).
by
Angharad.

Work came in at a constant and steady stream. I was asked to look at a supposed arson or a suspicious fire that the assessor was wary of passing as a claim. The fire brigade, with their specialist investigators were unsure of too, normally they yeah or nay it within minutes unless there has been a fatality in which case they analyze it to the nth degree, helped by police forensic scientists. But for just minor building work and furniture and carpets, they just gave us a shrug.

Princess of the Duelist Kingdom
by
Rebecca Anna Coleman

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Shake her Hand

“That is more than enough.” The voice called out. The voice belonged to a young woman, who judging by her height, and her fashion choice was at least four years older than me. She was dressed in a cream colored top, and a black, pleated leather skirt, leather boots completed the outfit. Her violet colored hair reached down to her shoulders.

“Shake her hand, you both fought a good duel.” She commanded.

The Recoverer (9).
by
Angharad.

The supermarket was the easy bit of the day, I bought a boot full of food including some easily made meals but not quite ready-made, may as well have takeaways as those, though they are slightly cheaper if you heat them yourself.

Chronicles of Ashley Elizabeth Fisherman 
Northern Flags in Southwinds Fluttering

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All Quiet Along The Pontchartrain Tonight

Our picket line was a mile and half from the main camp. It took me around forty five minutes to reach the line. I was surrounded by total darkness. It seemed not a soul was around for miles. It was just me and the stars that seemed to shimmer brightly in the night heavens. The moon, full and plum, reminded me of an old silver dollar. The wind seemed to be still now.