A Book of Verses

A Morgan(James) and Carolina(Jose) Story

The barking of a neighborhood dog came through the open bathroom window and woke James from a pleasant dream. The calm smile on his face faded and was replaced by a nervous tension as he remembered his plan for the day. He briefly considered postponing the excursion, but he remembered his therapist’s advice that he needed to give the girl some space to breathe.

Timesharing
A Short Story from an Idea by Erin
By Maryanne Peters

“How good is this?” He had only just closed to door behind and cast around his first glance when he had to say the words out loud. It was as if Cherise was standing beside him, wearing something summery, and they were sharing this view. But she was not there. She was in the suitcase – and he could not wait to get her out.

Games without Frontiers (Revised Edition)

Author’s note: contains references to sexual abuse. Please take care reading this. And a big thank you to Alan for the beta read and suggestions

Adjustment School
A Short Story
By Maryanne Peters

Dave's word was good. I spent the weekend watching TV. Football and old movies. All I normally got was cooking shows and old reruns of old soaps. For a few hours, I forgot that I was sitting watching TV in a frilly red baby doll. with matching knickers.

My first client was two guys who wanted a maid. I arrived and was told to change in the bedroom by a middle aged bald guy. When I got back downstairs, I saw the other man was younger and around 6f tall.

"Get us some beers bitch" said the tall guy.

What does Christine think of me having my hair curled?

The Perfect Life
A Vignette
By Maryanne Peters

It is what I have always wanted. I love being beautiful.
I was born ugly, you see. I was born deformed. I had a growth in my groin.
I could not wait to have it removed and have the body I always dreamed of – the body
that was the perfect shape, all the way down.

The Comfort Gurl Part 2

My case worker, Dave Collins, arrived at 3 pm. Within 10 minutes, I was on my knees in front of him.

Will Scott was only ten when his life changed forever. His family were poor farmers and were always looking for ways to improve their fortunes. Luckily, Will had begun to show some talent for singing. In particular, his high voice made him particularly valuable. This is it, his parents thought. Their ticket out of their meager lives. Unfortunately, they knew puberty would soon come along and ruin his perfect, angelic voice. As a deep-voiced man, he would still be a talented singer, but he wouldn't be as popular.

The Rave Girls’ circle is never broken. It has claimed dancers for centuries—and will for centuries more.

Prologue: Long Before the Neon
Many centuries before the vibrant glow of glow sticks lit up the night, before the pulsing rhythms of bass music filled the air, and long before the vast warehouses became settings for unforgettable gatherings—there existed the timeless circle.

Homebody
A Vignette
By Maryanne Peters

I have always wanted the perfect home – well decorated and with a wonderful garden and a kitchen smelling of fresh baking at my hand, and a husband in his favorite chair to be loved for all he has provided. I suppose that plenty of girls want the same thing, and I wanted it even though I was a boy.

Revenge Served Cold
A Short Story
By Maryanne Peters

“Patience is the ultimate virtue”. They are so very fond of saying that at Ms. Lacey’s School of Reform for Wayward Boys. Ms. Lacey herself says that all women must learn patience first. “A woman’s life is full of frustrations, and a woman’s life is what is in store for all of you. And frustration can only be overcome by patience”. I can still hear the words, being drummed into me with everything else. I have never forgotten those words, or how to fold napkins, braid my hair or walk in high heels.

The traffic was still awful in London, even with half the population gone. I swore as I tried to change lanes to turn off the dual carriageway. The asshole who shot into the gap from behind put his hand out the window and mimed the wanker sign. Then, when he saw my face and my long blond hair, he almost crashed into the car in front. He gaped at me. Seeing a woman was so rare nowadays, it often had that effect on men.

Francesca Young and Tracy Lane

The Day the Boys Danced

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In the golden haze of a small-town spring, two thirteen-year-old boys step into their sisters’ shoes — quite literally — and find themselves at the heart of a sold-out dance show, dressed in feathers, petticoats, and the bright, bewildering light of the stage.

Turning Red
A Vignette
By Maryanne Peters

Mary, Phyllis, Dave and I were having burgers in the secluded both in Big Al’s burger joint. We always went there after Dave had dragged us to the latest Anne Aragon movie. Dave had it bad. The rest of us humored him. Oh, we liked Anne Aragon but we weren’t fanatic fans like him.

We were a strange group. High school boys and girls are not supposed to be friends without romantic entanglements. We were. We had not been friends since kindergarten, only since third grade. To be honest my friendship with them had at times been vital to me and I’m not exaggerating. They had been a firm rock and a port in storm, to mix metaphors, when my life had been too crazy, which it had been all too often the last six years.

Adam and Eve
A Short Story
By Maryanne Peters

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