©2020 - Foxxe Wilder

A typical day for a street musician takes a sharp turn into the atypical.

 

Paula
Call it what you want: night shift, night guard, night watch, graveyard shift, anchor watch if you're a naval type, it means you are awake while everybody sane in the world is sound asleep.

  

©2020 - Foxxe Wilder

A typical day for a street musician takes a sharp turn into the atypical.

 

Shadowsblade a Whateley Tale: Written by Shadowsblade

Created for war and forged in pain, dealing with demons within and without.

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Cassidy's life has been lonely and full of heartache. Abandoned as an infant, bounced from foster home to foster home. He's never found a place where he's belonged. Then one summer as his life starts to turn around, something happens that changes everything...

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Serininas adventure continues. She prepares her expedition to Sparta, fights the Greek blockade of Troy and faces intrigue in the Palace. On top of it all her relationship with Aries developed.

Mila and Peter are shown the secrets behind the facade of Redhaven and the Sons of Jehovah church and are made a one time, life-changing offer. Sarah's mysterious past is revealed and Peter and Mila will have to decide how they they plan to spend the rest of their lives... if indeed they even have a future.

Part   Thirty Three   "Justice"

Their ruse is effective and Peter passes Mila off as his wife at Redhaven, the town owned and run by the Sons of Jehovah, a secretive religious sect where everything looks perfect but women are kept as chattels. Mila become restless and seeks comfort in an old friend and goes exploring where she knows she shouldn't.

Peter Randal is offered a job with a religious organisation known as The Sons of Jehovah that will solve all of his financial woes but he must live in their town of Redhaven with his wife Mila. When his wife skips on him Peter needs a replacement... a surrogate wife.

A Switcher Tale...

Who's the pretty boy?

A Switcher Tale...

Part   Thirty One   "Dive, Dive, Dive!"

What an amazing dream, I thought as consciousness returned to me. In that moment I was certain that I had arrived in Boston and somehow made it to my assigned dorm without remembering it. Running on too much coffee and not enough food could do that.

As soon as I had the cash, I'd have to get better sheets, the dorm supplied ones It felt like crap, so threadbare and rough, it was like sleeping in a pile of straw. At least it was warm. I rolled over and stretched out into a star shape.

Serinina finally gets a real family that cares for her and she is given a chance to fulfill her destiny. Just not in the way she thought.

Bonnie does what she's told, but she likes it that way...

Girl Singer

5. Bonnie Mae Goode

Part   Thirty   "Sink Or Swim"

Right to Life: The Brain Donor
By Rosalie Redd.

Chapter 4 - Lawyers suck… ( at least some do)

A couple days had passed, and I was doing resistance training with Heidi. She placed her feet against mine, as we sat on the floor. She would push with hers, and expected me to push back. Over on the sofa, sat Becca. She had on some jeans with a hole in one knee, and a University of Minnesota hoodie.

“I’m thorry, I don’t underthtand”, I said in regards to the statement she had made.

A Switcher Tale...

It had been a hectic and unusual time lately, temporarily becoming ‘Miss Campbell’, and The Wicked Queen, and my time with Sara and Mam over Christmas. I just hoped that the next term in the New Year would be a little more routine.

Having a Full ride scholarship to MIT meant that I was set for the next four years.
All I had to do was keep my grades up, and I’d have a roof over my head and food in my stomach.
At least, I would once I got to Boston.

But the getting there was the problem.
I ended having to Hitchhike into Fort Wayne to meet the Greyhound going east.
And there I was settling into my seat with a whole fifty bucks in my pocket after bus fare.

“Uhh, okay,” Linnea agreed, not without grave misgivings. She felt that she’d already opened Pandora’s Box. Now, she found that the box was full of smaller boxes, all of them belonging to Pandora, and each one more portentious and potentially dangerous than the one before.

Life was good, my past was all sorted out and behind me, I was in a relationship with a wonderful person, and settled in my new life with what promised to be a successful little business, what could go wrong?