Synopsis: Morwen a witty girl, who happens to have once been a boy lives day to day with a rather unique life. She is a Witch and a Gypsy. Lifes never the easiest for Morwen, even with her powers that gives her simplicities in it.

Please keep in mind most names, and some specific details, have been altered, to limit the amount of Strife within those associated within whom may come in contact with this. Similarities of the story among any other stories movies etc are purely coincidental.
 
 

"Um, well! Nathan and I had a long conversation last night and well..." I said before being cut off again.

Karen watched the rain pelt the living room window, transfixed by the embodiment of her torment in the wrath of the storm. Lightning split the charcoal sky and the house trembled with an almighty thunderclap.

My horribly modified body fit snugly into the cylindrical space of the garbage can, nestled in among the old newspapers, the eggshells & coffee grounds. Martinette loomed above me in the moonlite. With that trashcan lid and pooper scooper in her hands she appeared to me as a fierce Barbarian warrior queen brandishing her shield and battle axe. Her beauty still took my breath away...

"Goodbye Gregor. There's just no place in my life for you anymore. With all the remodelling we're doing, and how ratty you've gotten- you're embarrassing! You're headed for Garbage Island now, a fitting end for a worthless thing like you. You were a poor excuse for a man, but perhaps you'll make adequate landfill..."

She laughed evilly as she emptied the pooper-scooper out onto my head and locked the trashcan firmly into place above me, plunging me into absolute blackness...

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Synopsis -- Jay and Sandy had a largely normal marriage until one day Sandy unloaded on Jay… Jay’s future happiness was in serious doubt.

Where Good Girls Belong
By Janet Baker

“You son of a bitch!”

“Huh!? What in the hell’s wrong? What are you yelling about?”, I gasped as I looked open mouthed at my outraged wife Sandy.

“You treasonous cheating bastard. Don’t lie to me damn you! I have proof!”, she yelled anew with pure venom in her voice.

…a dry martini of a Fetishy cliché, a good dollop of raw home made spirit with a dash of insouciance and a twist of lime…

Symbiotic; a mutually supportive relationship… at least that's how I choose to see it.
Dependence and inter-dependence, give and take. One side or the other, but are we always on one side of the line? Does it shift, or perhaps the question is, what would make you cross?

I “Saw” That

A TG take on Saw
By: Willy Mays Hayes

The man walked down the street, it was a dark, cold night. The man’s name was John Cornell and he was a pedophile. He had molested over seventy small girls and had yet to be caught. He fancied himself and expert, having honed his “craft” over many years. His methods had never changed, on nights such as this, he merely walked until finding a suitable target. Not that they were hard to find, there were many homeless girls living in the shadows of the alleys of the city. And this night was no different.

What I did on my Summer Vacation

Should old acquaintance be forgot and never brought to mind? Perhaps, for some, it’s for the best.