A family living in the deserts of New Mexico uses a little league baseball team to give their son a chance to get away from their little enclave in the middle of nowhere. When an accident changes their son’s life, what choices will be made?

Copyright © 2020 by AuP reviner

Chapter Two – From This to This

We explore where the Essex Slasher came from and how he came to be, meanwhile WPC Glenda Savage uses her feminine wiles to convince the Chief Constable to appoint her to a Special Crime Investigation. Ruffe's stories in the paper attract the Slasher's attention and could put Charlie, who still recovering in hospital, in further danger.

This is a true story. It doesn't matter if you believe me.

When I was small I met an angel.

I was standing in a field with tall grass, sunflowers and dandelions. I don’t know how I got there, and didn’t care. The sun warmed my chubby arms, and a gentle breeze blew the grass so that it tickled under my dress.

There’s another thing that was strange but wasn’t; I was wearing a dress - canary yellow, with thin straps over the shoulder. Not the kind of thing I could wear at home; not the kind of thing I was allowed.

What happened on Warblington station platform after Rachel left her sister Glenda there.

“Hello, Uncle Frank.” Brittney looks directly at her uncle.

Frank looks directly at Brittney “you’re supposed to be dead along with that freak that took you from your family.”

“I would be careful calling my mother, a freak. She doesn’t take kindly to words like that.” Brittney was controlling her anger. She didn’t like it when people call her mother weird, or names.

“Why should I worry about her? According to what I have been hearing, she’ll be dead soon.” An evil smile appears on his face.

All the work I post here is in its first draft format. I do this so that you can still read what I'm writing and so you have a reason to buy my books when they are edited and published, alongside supporting me as a person of course.

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Authors Note: I apologize for how short this one is.

Rairy Contrary - Chapter 3 - Prejudice

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Bad Christmases - A New Plan

When you have four generations showing up at one house for a Christmas gathering, you can get some very different views.

Two days after he painted the matching nails, Anna went out with some friends, so he had the house to himself for the day. He read for a while, watched tv, and played games, but he didn’t quite feel right. He didn’t want to paint his nails, they were still perfect, but something felt off. As he walked by his sister’s room on the way to the kitchen to make lunch, he stopped. The door was closed, and even though he knew it was fine to go in, he felt like something would happen if he did.

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All the work I post here is in its first draft format. I do this so that you can still read what I'm writing and so you have a reason to buy my books when they are edited and published, alongside supporting me as a person of course.

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Rairy Contrary Chapter 2 Agonizing Retreat

“Hello, my name is Stacy. I used to be known as John Miller. I designed the waitress uniform I’m wearing. I added starched petticoats because I love petticoats. Everyone should have some rustle in their bustle. Besides, having a petticoated sissy as a friend isn’t a bad thing. This story explains my beginning and my evolution to full sissydom. I think it was a matter of good luck; right place at the right time. It could happen to anyone.”

CHAPTER 5
We were still naked when Ken came back in, his figure shadowy through the shower curtain.

“Got you this, duck. Clean clothes are on the table. Pair of flip-flops in her size as well, as long as those were her shoes”

He handed a safety razor and a pair of scissors over the top of the curtain rail, then blurred again as he moved away, calling back, “I can change the filter tomorrow, so don’t worry unless it clogs”

Change of the Mask: New Beginning

Lilly85

This is a story I have had on the back burner for awhile and I decided to start writing this again to share with all of you. As far as descriptions go I had no idea what to put for this as it’s a bit different than what you might expect. This isn’t my typical story but I hope you all enjoy this journey.

I woke up to the sound of the television. I poked my head out still in my nightgown and seeing Jessica realised everyone must have already left for church. I decided to shower now considering the house was mostly empty. I either shower now or I would have to wait until my afternoon change so I didn’t waste a diaper.

Arriving home Emily quickly announced that we would be getting pizza for dinner as it was already well after six. Had we really spent that much time just shopping? As we brought everything in bags were piled everywhere in the living room.

I grabbed a bag ready to begin the dreaded task of taking off all these tags and putting things away. Not long after I picked up the first bag though the twins attacked the pile and in a single trip everything was on my bed.

A couple days went by and things started to feel familiar. We would wake up and have breakfast. I was on toast and passing out plates. Honestly I was starting to like it. It let me pretend I belonged. Everything was mostly fine although it was still too early to actually think this was going to work. Jessica would come back after the adults went to work and do school study stuff most of the day. Once she even let Faith braid her hair as Grace braided Cindy’s. They couldn't do their own yet but they could do other's reasonably well.

“Her name is Jessica.” Emily said as she cooked eggs for breakfast. “She goes to the local college and looks after you kids while we are at work. She takes a light class load in the summer but on thursdays we are testing Faith and Grace who insist are old enough to not need a sitter.”

Larry limps home after getting beaten up. The neighborhood he lived in with his parents was a rough neighborhood. The boys of the neighborhood hated him because he wasn’t any good at playing any of the sports he tried out for. It also didn’t help that he looked younger than he really was and was of short stature either.

His father was embarrassed about him and called him a sissy because he liked to dance and do girly things. His mother, on the other hand, didn’t really do anything with him or show him any type of love. She was more interested in her looks and socializing.