The Jogger
By Anon Allsop

I sat at my window and peered out into the night sky, only the moon was visible to the naked eye. Pouring myself another glass of liquor, I momentarily studied its contents before downing it. Once again, my drinking companion tonight would be my insomnia - and my damn brain refusing to shut down.

Tears welled into my eyes as I thought of her lovely face constantly in front of me, haunting my mind each and every time I would close my eyes.

How did my life get so screwed up? I cried to the empty room.

From ballet dancer to Ballerina

Hi you don't no me but I'm Michelle AKA Michael and this is my fictional story

When I arrived at the rehearsal studio Eoin was already there chatting amiably with Kirk and a bunch of the USC kids. I really didn't know much about Kirk or Eoin's history, and I presume Katherine never gave it any thought, but judging by their easy banter, I guessed they knew each other from way back.... probably from their musical theater days back east. They seemed to be regaling the USC students with war stories, and it was immediately apparent that this group was quickly fusing into a team.

I woke early feeling pretty good. I was on my way to breakfast when it hit me. I Had never got my ring back from Jenny. I needed to go to the Great Hall today without my ring that would be hard. I turned around to my room. I had a chance there if Jenny will not give me my ring back.

Another TG Storytime immigrant. This is a sequel to the story I just posted earlier today, "Twisting My Life". You'll likely notice that a character's name changes between the beginning and the ending, that was a giant mistake, but it ends up working in the story's favor, I think.

THE PURSE AND ITS CONTENTS

I called Kirk from Janice's car .

“Thanks for giving me a pass on the working brunch. I had dinner at Dale Coughlin's and the conversation went so long, it just made more sense to stay the night.”

“Doctor Dale?”

“Yeah. He's my... well, we had a lot to discuss with the upcoming Asia trip.... especially after the ...premature end to the Europe tour.”

“Oh, right. I totally forgot. So, are you all recovered?”

“Fully certified and good to go.” I laughed.

“So last night was ...a housecall?”

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Author's Note: Here's Chapter Four of Mathew's Secret Desire. Sorry for the delay in posting, like Chapter Three I had to do some re-writing. I also apologise for any spelling or grammar errors as my spell and grammar checker is Canadian English.

So please enjoy and as usual constructive criticism always grateful.

I headed back to L.A. the next morning. I was beginning to feel comfortable traveling unescorted. I was about to say alone but Katherine was never really without 'people' ...handlers, aides, assistants of one kind or another. I began to realize how many 'little people' the celebrity industry employed and found myself wondering what these people would be doing for a living otherwise. I even began to think of the paparazzi and their role in the ...ecosystem.

On the Road

This is my attempt at the classic bad boy to good girl tale, given a sensible and loving mother.

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Here is Chapter Three of Mathew's Secret Desire. I made some changes when I posted Chapter Two that didn't mesh with Chapter Three. As a result I had to rewrite Chapter Three. Don't you hate when that happens, hehe.

Mathew’s Secret Desire
Chapter Two

“Are you fucking nuts?!” An agitated, disembodied female voice said.

April looked up at the image of her 20 year old cousin, Samantha on the computer monitor.

April and Samantha talked to each other every week. The two girls were as close as sisters, and April felt she could tell her cousin about Mathew, and what she was doing.

“I beg your pardon?” April said in disbelief.

The backstage area at the Dolby Theater was pandemonium. Or so I thought.

As I looked around, it was actually organized chaos... it was like a living thing.. each frenzied cell a part of the greater whole. I checked in at the stage door and was quickly picked up by my 'handlers' who were well briefed on Katherine's role in this massively choreographed event.

Dennis had arranged for Hauteshot's on-call pilot to pick me up in a Jet Ranger the company had on retainer and whisk me to L.A. for Katherine's series of meetings.

This is my first attempt at both writing and posting a story. It's still a work in progress so please bare with me. Any "constructive" criticism and advice is appreciated. Thank you for your patience.

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