General Interest

General Interest

Inoffensive to nearly all readers

Inoffensive to nearly all readers

Amanda's Eyes - Chapter 13 - There’s Enough Blame for Everyone

Thirteen - There’s Enough Blame for Everyone

Waking up early Sunday morning, Ken tried to convince himself that the end of the previous evening was nothing but a horrible nightmare. Unfortunately the evidence surrounding him told him that it was all too real.

Healing a Princes. . . 32 (Welcome to Blaire)

Healing a Princess : 32


(Welcome to Blaire)


Written by Tim Knight



Healing a Princess. . . 31 (Deals, Steals, and Warnings)

Healing a Princess: 31


(Deals, Steals, and Warnings)


Written by Tim Knight



Healing a Princess. . . 30 (Propositons)


Healing a Princess. . . 30
By Tim Knight

Healing a Princess. . . 29 ( Trout, Ale, and Magic)

Healing a Princess: 29


(Trout, Ale, and Magic)


Written by Tim Knight


My Report on the 60's

MY REPORT ON THE SIXTIES          by Ronnie D              Room 25

In the 1960's cute blonde girls wore bodypaint and danced the frug to jazzy go-go music played by  studio hamfats. Everyone lived behind big panels painted with all flowers and wavy lines, opening trapdoors to say funny things like "Sock it to me." Nazi war criminals hid in the bushes. When you liked a girl you said "Wanna bite my Walnetto?" and then she hit you with her purse. There was a war or something, and some riots, and some people got shot, but everybody liked it when the fat man in the raincoat rode his tricycle and fell over.


I chose to have some fun with just a bit of Mis-characterization. Now my spell check hates me.

New Moon

A Summer Flight of Fancy

A Summer Flight of Fancy

She cared not how I looked, if I needed to shave or not. Little did she care how long my hair was or if it was combed, nor what I wore. She drew a line at what type of shoes, hard soled or spiked were verboten, however trainers or deck shoes were ok. Dressing up was fine but jeans and shorts were more practical for our dates.


Seasoning, A Blend Offered by Dean Vandeusen

They had been free spirits in the late 60s and early 70s,

Stake Out

What’s that Joe?

I said they’ve spotted him.

Are you sure that’s the right person? Looks like a little kid.

Keeping Quiet, the unreported story

Temporal Address withheld under restrictions of the temporal security code of 2025.

Bed Time Story

Daddy! There's a monster under my bed!

A tail of Two Bloods


A Tail of Two Bloods

By Kitten

Chapter one: The Street Rat Fox

Amanda's Eyes - Chapter 12 - Let's Dance

Twelve -- Let’s Dance 

The glowing feeling from her date the night before was still with her when Amanda woke up late Saturday morning.

This is an Unexpected Bump for Sure -- 25

Boy is it dark!
I sense a presence in front of me – or – my sense of smell senses the presence – and boy does it sense it – phew!

A Brief Stumble Down Paradise Street by R.K.Galvez



A brief interlude with the past/present/future time[s] of VeeCee and his long-lost companion, Von RapArd, despite both having conventional backgrounds, we get a confused pictorial-oral history[awfully semi-auto-biographical] and various predictable facets of timely dysfunction.


Gamma Test

Gamma Trials

By: Annette MacGregor

Worth A Picture


I'm not very good at math, but if one picture is worth 1000 words,
then these ten 100 word stories must be
Laika Pupkino ~~~ 2009

A 23rd Century Girl in the 20th Century, Chapter 20 (Final Chapter of Book One)


This is the final chapter of Book One for now,
but there may be more added later.

“I know why you are here. I have already read your mind. I also know where the others are and I will soon recapture them and bring them back. You want to tell me about your god. Correct?” Pharaoh mentally projected these thoughts to Lizzie Jane's mind. He knew that he was correct, but wanted Lizzie Jane to confess her plans.
A 23rd Century Girl
in the 20th Century
Chapter 20
(Final Chapter of Book One)

Amanda's Eyes - Chapter 11

Chapter Eleven – Game Day (Amanda)

It was late Friday afternoon and Amanda should have been preparing for her football game date with Ken.
She wasn’t.

Road Trip

As I stood at the foot of that mountain – known as The Brocken or Brocksberg – I wondered whether I was doing the right thing. Trouble was; at that moment, right and wrong were a little blurred.

I could see the mountain soaring up before me, seemingly looking down and laughing – silently mocking me.

“It’s alright for you,” I said, even though I knew it neither heard nor cared.

The thing is; right and wrong are concepts that tend to change depending upon which side of the equation you’re on. What’s right for one needn’t be right for another and what appears to be wrong might actually be right…

Sometimes, there is neither ‘right’ nor ‘wrong’. Sometimes, it’s just what is and what isn’t.

Then of course there’s the downright weird… 

A 23rd Century Girl in the 20th Century, Chapter 19

 She kicked one guard in the groin, followed by the palm of her hand to his head causing him to lose balance and fall backward. She whirled around with a chop to the neck of the second guard strong enough to produce a fracture. He also fell to the floor in extreme pain. Linda turned and ran down the hall.

A 23rd Century Girl

in the 20th Century



Chapter 19



This is an Unexpected Bump for Sure -- 24

“Thank you for rescuing me.”
“It was the door.”
“How’s that?”
“It’s your own personal door – it’s with you all the time now, sort of surrounds you.”
“Thank God!  Now I’m free!”

A Waste of Good Brandy

A Waste of Good Brandy

by Joyce Melton


I got up because I want to write this down.

Here Today...

In which a mystery of long standing is solved, mewling writers and chirping critics battle for the last laugh, and one storyteller discovers that there are worse fates for satire and its practitioners than closing on Saturday night...

Farm Town Chronicles 9-12

 Roamin' Holiday or 'Hare today, gone tomorrow'

I'm missing my friend Betty Sue. Oh, don't get me wrong she ain't dead or nothin'. But she did get herself into one heap o' trouble this past week. And now she's got extra chores and ain't got time to come and play with me. What kind of trouble you ask? More than you can shake a stick at!

Row of pins


I had the car, so it must be within the last couple years, but I don't know the highway. I was a long way from anywhere, and I have a memory I think must have been a little earlier, of driving through a strange flat land with dead trees and oily puddles of lakes. But this one picks up where I'm eating dinner in a large log house with an elderly couple. I don't recognize them, I think we must have just met, and they're being very hospitable. Earlier the man was showing me something in the garage that he was proud of. A computer-controlled milling machine, maybe? Maybe it was more like a jigsaw. I think he had built it himself. He was using it to make stupid kitschy plywood cut-outs and she would douse them in acrylic latex. Such a waste. The room was decorated with the cut-outs and I had seen more in the yard.

My Worst Fears

Note: This is from my life its non-fictional auto biography, Since my real Diary from the time are actually long gone I had to piece together my memories of the events for those 2 days.

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