This story was inspired by a very good friend of mine. Today Helen comes out.

Locked in

Author’s note: this one of those stories that seriously mutated as I was writing it. It went from a bleak horror story to something else entirely. I look forward to hearing what you guys think ....

“So, tell me about this dream.”

“Well, it starts with me getting into a cab, and this attractive woman asks to share the ride. I say yes, and we go, but then she blows some kind of smoke in my face and everything spins. Then I find myself lying in a bed, I’m naked, and I can't move.”

“You are restrained?”

It Just Ain't Happenin'

By Melanie E.

Sometimes, no matter how hard you try, you just can't have the things you want.

My recent story "Girlyfriend" got a comment from BarbieLee that it was a reverse story. Since Barb is a selfproclaimed Oklahoma cowgirl I responded by threating to write a "Reverse Cowgirl" story in her honour. Here it is.

I Really Am A Boy!
With thanks to the Who. One wonders if it was really written with this in mind.

One girl was called Jean Marie. Another little girl was called Felicity
Another little girl was Sally Joy. The other was me, and I'm a boy
My name is Bill, and I'm a head case, they practice making up on my face
Yeah, I feel lucky if I get trousers to wear, spend evenings taking hairpins from my hair

A deal is made.
A boy starts.
A struggle unfolds
A girl finishes.
An exploit taken.

Jack and Jil

Jllian Isaac Lewis is mine given name, blame my parents, I do. I share a two bedroom, 2 and half bath with my BFF. We both work for a hush hush government agency , and are based in the city of the Angels, LA! Jack and I went thru a lot to get where we are now. Our training included hand to hand, airborne, languages, it was in college where we met and it was also in college where the agency recruited us.

The principal’s office at Henrietta Orville High School for girls. The Principal and a mother have a conversation. In the background some girls sing the Snow White inspired school song.

- I’m sorry Mrs Anderson but I did warn you when you enrolled your son here at Henrietta Orville High School for girls that he most likely wouldn’t be able to graduate.

- But he so desperately wanted to attend and he really applied himself.

A random little drabble of a story that came to me.

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In the High School corridor walking between classes:

4-20

Twilight... The last glimpses of the Sun's glow, the stars begin to shine, and what there is of the Moon, twinkles into being. A cool breeze toys with the few remaining leaves that survived the Winter's cold, drifting in swirling eddies of the gentle breeze. In the stillness of this moment, a few brave crickets chirruped, adding their claim to existence....

THE MONSTER
by (AJ) Eric

Warning: This story scene is not violent or graphic in any way, but the person who tells it is a suicide bomber about to set off a weapon in a crowded hotel lobby. If that makes you want to skip this story, I certainly understand. If you’re willing to hear her out, read on.

Does the One True God delight in irony?

Protective Coloring

Humans are a weird species.

Yeah, I know, that’s probably not a shock, but let me give you an example.

You may have noticed that if you hang around people with a particular accent or way of speaking, you start to pick it up, and sound more like them the more time you spend with them.

I guess its like protective coloring. We want to belong, to not stand out.

Like I knew a fellow who moved from Canada to Nashville, and within a year, he was you’alling like a native, and there are other examples I could give you.

This goes between the last chapter segments about the thing in the ice and the shooting of Mr. Gone.

Finally back in the small Detroit apartment she shared with Michelle, Vic acted strangely the first day. However, the next day was the last one before classes restarted, and Vic made sure to catch Michelle at a time when she had nothing important going on.

"Now that all that holiday stuff and the Moldarian treasure recovery are over," said Vic, uncharacteristically both nervous and serious, "I have something important to ask you."

The Final Rescue

It had been a busy day for Timmy and Lassie. They had been out, running and playing around the farm. Lassie had been keeping a sharp eye on the boy, and had already stopped him from throwing rocks at both a

Gina’s unexpected adventure Part 2.

Melissa sat on the sofa next to Gina and slid her hand into Gina’s, interlocking fingers. She could sense that Gina was running a whole gamut of emotions here, fear not being the least of them and she wanted to reassure her that she was safe.

“So,” she said, softly. “How did you meet Michael?”

Gina went to pull away but Melissa held her grasp, “please, just tell me.”

“It was at a fetish club. I had been a few times.”

“Like that?” Melissa looked her up and down and gestured at the school uniform.

Contagion

Yeah, i was there at the start of it, but I didn’t know what was going on until it was too late.

Fine, Let me start at the beginning.

First thing I noticed was that some of the girls coming to school all super dressed up

Dresses, heels the whole thing.

I just figured some class was doing something. Giving ballroom dancing lessons or something like that.

But the number of girls coming to school all super girly kept getting bigger.

so here is another one after so many years coments well come rip it apart

darkness one lone tear

Darkness , the kind that is solid, unforgiving and infinite.

up down left right stillness .BBleeprup.......bluureeep.

Noises in the darkness all around close closer like nails on a marble floor.

Blllureep.........blllrueep.

Mumblings and more noises , the darkness holding them back holding me back .

Breep.....brreeep distant voices talking .......

This is a Trust Machines story. If you're not familiar with them, you aren't likely to understand this one. It is a short-short, so there is no development of the background.

There is a discussion of the Trust Machines universe in the parent organizer of this story. (Click [up] at the bottom of this story.)

The Trust Machine universe is discussed here: https://www.deviantart.com/trust-machines

Nobody would likely note the three high school boys that were walking down the sidewalk. The boy on the left was rather large, well over six feet and quite stocky. He was walking with a cocky swagger, and had a cruel smile on his face.

This a story about a mom who wanted a daughter so she made her son into her daughter

As I watched the green light above the camera turn to red my stomach tried to rebel one more time. I didn’t want to do this. Our grief should have been a private thing, shared only with our family and the small community of our friends. Jan’s death had been hard enough without the media avalanche we were being buried under. I was about to interviewed once again when all I wanted to do was cuddle with Bea and our remaining children as we tried to comfort each other. Someone had to speak out though and I am much more accustomed to public speaking than Bea is.