Rascal's First Halloween
By
Rebecca Anna Coleman

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Down the Transgender Fiction Rabbit Hole!

I fell down the transgender fiction rabbit hole late one summers evening between my junior and senior year in high school. I can still recall how it happened, it was simple enough, it was early in the evening and mom had been invited out to dine at a local restaurant by one of her co-workers. Leaving me alone, to fend for myself. Well not really fend for myself, she had slipped me three twenty dollars bills and told me to door-dash something.

Where the Sunflowers Grow
By
Rebecca Anna Coleman

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Fish House Blue's

The inside of the kitchen reminded of a combat zone. Line cooks were shouting orders at the top of their lungs, waitresses were rushing back and forth from the  dining room area to the kitchen, shouting at the top of their lungs, tempers were running high. It was a circus within a circus. It was your average Friday night at “Delta Pride Catfish House” a modest and rustic little seafood and steak house restaurant my uncle Cliff owned and operated.

Where the Sunflowers Grow
By
Rebecca Anna Coleman

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My Will

I took a deep breath as I peered toward the glowing television screen. I was back home now, mom had called me before I'd had a chance to venture into girlhood. Mom did not feel safe driving home in a blinding rain storm. So we cut our little trip into Jackson short. I was a little disappointed. But I guess I just had to wait patiently and deliberately for the right opportunity to act, rather than acting on impulse.

Sword and Sacrifice:
A Feudal Fairy Tale

Every hundred years, a sacrifice is demanded in order to ensure the prosperity of the nation, but one young noble swordswoman has taken it upon herself, not to break the cycle, but to at least postpone the loss of another innocent life for the next hundred years. How will the deity that holds back the dark react to her gesture, though. Will her sacrifice be accepted, or will both she, and the woman she loves, be taken for daring to try and change the pact?

Emily The Ducking Booth Mermaid
A “How I Spent My Summer Vacation: I Became a Girl!” Gaiden
By
Rebecca Anna Coleman
Book One of Emily's Prom Story Arc
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Does a Demon really haunt the Dram Club Classroom?

Princess of the Duelist Kingdom
By
Rebecca Anna Coleman

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A Penny for your Thoughts?

Mom and I both settled into our seats and soon we were stuffing our mouths with crispy, fried chicken tenders, and golden, crinkle cut french fries that were golden on the outside and nice, and fluffy on the inside. Halfway through our meal, mom decided to break the silence.

“A Penny for your thoughts?” Mom said as she stuffed three french fries into her mouth.

Princess of the Duelist Kingdom
By
Rebecca Anna Coleman

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Dairy Queen and Chicken Strips

Princess of the Duelist Kingdom
By
Rebecca Anna Coleman

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I only took it easy on you because you're a Girl! 

Emily's Easter Sunday
A “How I Spent My Summer Vacation: I became a Girl” Gaiden
By
Rebecca Anna Coleman

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Advice?

I took a deep breath as I walked into the small bathroom, I was starting to think the wine was getting to Aunt Flora, first she was talking about the Easter Bunny, and now she was talking about Santa Clause. Did she think I was five or six or something? Bloody Hell, I was sixteen!

Emily's Easter Sunday
A “How I Spent my Summer Vacation: I Became a Girl” Gaiden
by
Rebecca Anna Coleman

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A Basket of Joy

The Manchester Early Summer Carnival
A “How I Spent My Summer Vacation: I Became a Girl” Gaiden
by
Rebecca Anna Coleman

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Dunking Booth, Hibachi and a Boyfriend

The Manchester Early Summer Carnival
A “How I Spent My Summer Vacation: I became a Girl” Gaiden
By
Rebecca Coleman

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Emily tries to use the move “Flirt”... Is it Super Effective!?

Jesus Calls O'er The Tumult
By
Recca Anna Coleman
A Daisy Isabella Potter Special
Chapter Two of Thee

The traditional attire for young women, often ages twelve to eighteen who are to be confirmed into the Episcopal Church is a pearl white, floor length gown with long sleeves and white gloves. Their hair is often worn down, and a matching white bridal veil is placed on their forehead. Make-up if allowed is the bare minimum.

Chronicles Of Ashley Elizabeth Fisherman
By
Rebecca Anna Coleman

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When one door closes, another opens.

Slowly I opened my eyes. My body did not feel as hot, and I was no longer seeing pastel unicorns floating around my head, also those pastel colored unicorns were no longer being preyed upon by the neon glowing dinosaurs. The room though was full of shadows, lots of shadows.

Chronicles of Ashley Elizabeth Fisherman
Northern Flags in Southwinds Flutter
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Welcome to the ER

I have never ridden in the back of an ambulance before. But I guess that was something I could finally cross off my bucket list. I mean I'd already checked off 'Coming out of the Egg' today by spouting to a bunch of random people I was transgender. And the worst that happened was that they gave me a total blank stare. Like I'd spouted a second hand and I started saying the Lord's Prayer backwards in Latin. 

Chronicles of Ashley Elizabeth Fisherman 
Northern Flags in Southwinds Fluttering

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All Quiet Along The Pontchartrain Tonight

Our picket line was a mile and half from the main camp. It took me around forty five minutes to reach the line. I was surrounded by total darkness. It seemed not a soul was around for miles. It was just me and the stars that seemed to shimmer brightly in the night heavens. The moon, full and plum, reminded me of an old silver dollar. The wind seemed to be still now.

A Hillbilly Funeral
by
Rebecca Anna Coleman
Part Two of Three

In the days that followed the High Priest’s dramatic defeat, the entire kingdom buzzed with excitement and intrigue over Bellatrice’s unexpected intervention. News spread like wildfire, igniting conversations in every corner of the realm. The revelation that the goddess herself had descended from the heavens to thwart the High Priest’s deadly assault on Akari sent shockwaves through the nation, and the implications of her divine act echoed throughout both the grand academy and the farthest reaches of the kingdom.

The Carnival of Time
by
Rebecca Anna Coleman
A Legend of Zelda Fanfiction
I am not claiming ownership of the Legend of Zelda

“Well come on already! We don't have a moment to lose!” Fago said as she patted the cushioned stool with her danity hand. “We've already wasted enough time already!” 

The Carnival of Time
by
Rebecca Anna Coleman
A Legend of Zelda Fanfiction
I am not claiming ownership of the Legend of Zelda

I felt my cheek bones starting to bloom with color as I peered toward the powdered blue dress that had been laid out upon the bed. Laying beside the dress was a pair of wrap up brown leather sandals. A long cord of matching powdered blue ribbon could also be found laying on top of the dress and finally the finishing touches of the whole outfit a rose colored slash could be seen laying on top of the dress. It was all too much.

The Carnival of Time
by
Rebecca Anna Coleman
A Legend of Zeldan Fanfiction
I am not claiming ownership of the Legend of Zelda

I took a deep breath as I peered out across the broad rolling pasture land. A gentle spring breeze caused the tall green grass to sway back and forth. Releasing my deep breath I peered up at the sky, the sky was filled with dark, iron gray clouds that held the promise of rain.

Jack O' Lanterns, Moonlight, and Magic 
By
Rebecca Anna Coleman

Chapter Six : Nurse Cerridwen (Part One of Three)

“One hundred and three fever.” I heard a voice say as I slowly opened my eyes. “If I was your mother, I would bundle you up in some blankets and rush you to the hospital. But, I'm your cousin, not your mother, and beside the roads between here and Benton are iced over.”