. At last ‘A life’
By Julie D Cole
Chapter 13 Is life getting better or not?

Mum panicked as usual, ‘Who could that be at this time, it’s 11-30pm?’

‘Hello, Yes Christine is here, who is speaking please?...James? Is it about work?’
I cringed and rushed to take the telephone ‘it’s OK mum it’s James, I met him last weekend at the hen night. Don’t worry he’s just a friend’

At last ‘A life’
By Julie D Cole

Chapter 12 The shock

OMG she knows!! How? Why didn’t I go straight home or go to work as Chris and tell her before she sees me?

I sent a text to Julie and asked where she was and would she pick me up since I felt terrible and daren’t go home.

At last ‘A life’

By Julie D Cole

Chapter 11 Back to work!!
I turned around and saw Ms Harper getting out of her car that was parked in her Executive parking place. It was a big BMW 7 series that seemed awfully big for a woman to drive.
She had opened the car boot and waved me across to her so that I could carry a file to her office. So it was funny that because I’d helped her previously I’d been christened Christine and now here I was arriving at work as Christine.

At last ‘A life’
By Julie D Cole
Chapter 10 And still the weekend goes on.

OMG what to do? Should I try to sneak in and go quickly to my room or just be open? I had no choice really since Mum would have heard the taxi. I cursed my bad luck and struggled up the drive with my bag and opened the front door. I could hear music playing.

At last ‘A life’
By Julie D Cole
Chapter 9 A Strange Sunday

Coming through the door was James girlfriend. I felt a cold chill down my spine and my stomach was churning. She was with two friends and they looked a little drunk even though it was still fairly early in the day. I couldn’t believe that he would like this person. I knew it was her as soon as Sallys face. She looked at me and her eyes were wide open.

This is the story of one George Watts who at six feet, two inches tall, two hundred and forty-five pounds of solid muscle, will find an adventure he has never thought about taking. His close cropped haircut spoke of his US Marine service. He woke up on the wrong side of the bed, maybe; or his shoes were too tight because he didn't cut his toenails; or his wife had refused sexual favors. Whatever the reason, George Watts was not himself today. But today of all days, George Watts will get up not on the wrong side of the bed, but in a place that exists only in the imagination.

Weekly challenge again. Let's see if I can give justice to MELANIE EZELL'S BIG CLOSET ULTIMATE WRITER'S CHALLENGE, the second week challenge:

2. The Uncomfortable Truth

idea: Write a story from the viewpoint of a non-passing transgender individual. This can explore any facet of the transgender spectrum, but try to focus on either the stigma of being one's self in a culture that values appearances or the difficulties of not being able to express ones inner self.

The Reunion...

This is a try at MELANIE EZELL'S BIG CLOSET ULTIMATE WRITER'S CHALLENGE, the February challenge:

February: Where No (Wo)man Has Gone Before

Idea: It is 500 years in the future, and mankind has finally begun mass exploration and colonization of our surrounding stars. What kind of adventures does our kind have, and what changes must we face to survive in this harsh new environment?

Length: 1500 words or more.

Chapter 3 An evening to remember

“Why did you come after me?” I asked as Mom opened the door on the van. She looked at me and Abby and realized that Abby had the situation under control.

“Because I’ve been in your shoes…” Was Abby’s simple, but profound statement. I slowly glanced up at her.

As I arrived at the railway station I realized that I was 45 minutes early and it worried me in case I saw someone that I knew. It was the first time that I’d ever been outside my home dressed like this and I almost decided to turn around and go back. But the taxi driver who was a young Asian man was getting impatient with me as I tried to unload my luggage so in the end I gave him a 5 pound note and he sped off before I could ask him to take me home again.

The Play

It's amazing how over life's courses that you forget many an occurrence that at the time were important to you. This is just such a story and memory, one from a long since forgotten time (but thats what diaries are for right?).

A Sermon from the Gospel according to St. Andrew of the May

This is a work of fiction in homiletic style. Short stories have been written as newspaper reports, magazine articles, diaries, log entries, emails, and letters. Then why not write one in the style of a sermon or homily?

Please note my thanks to Andrea Lena DiMaggio, whose previous short work, "Adara's Story," provides the background for mine.

Greg learns how blind and sly love can be when he snoops on a trophy high school throb!

Brianna's Story:

I couldn’t believe that the time was nearly here. Steve and I had just experienced a whirlwind engagement that lasted all of 12 weeks. Now, I was just 24 hours away from being Mrs. Stephen Marshall, and I couldn’t be any happier.

It didn’t matter that I could have any man that I wanted. I had my mother’s looks, and she was a former Miss Texas. I am 5’10”, 130 pounds, with what I have been told is a killer body. Okay, I guess that part is right too. 34C-24-35. My only disadvantage, if you could call it that, was I was born with and unfortunate part of my daddy’s DNA namely the Y chromosome. I say disadvantage, because the only thing I can’t do is have babies. I was born a boy, Brian Charles DiMaggio. I was one of the heirs to the DiMaggio Oil fortune.

By Princess
Thanks To Stanman63 For Editing!

Synopsis:David submits to the bands demand that he be a girl for them and some interesting and uncomfortable situations develop.