Drew's American Adventure is over.

by Sharp

Drew's American Adventure is over.

by Sharp

"Wait a minute!" I hear him say from beyond the door, wherever that is.

He comes back in, brings a chair, the two other men strip my clothes off me, tie me to the chair and put a bindfoild and gag on me.

"There!", he says, "That ought to do it!"

"This is getting bad,"  I think.

CHRIS & JULIAS BIG DAY

Whats that ya say? Nena and Gaby? By 'eck nah there's a tale to tell!

He looks at me.  I look away.  He grabs my chin and forces my face to where I have to look at him.  I close my eyes.  He slaps me.
“Keep your eyes open!”  He says.
I comply.
“What are you!”   He yells.
“What do you mean?” I reply.
“What are you!”  He yells louder.

Chapter 2

London

CHRIS & JULIAS BIG DAY

Whats that ya say? Nena and Gaby? By 'eck nah there's a tale to tell!

CHRIS & JULIAS BIG DAY

Whats that ya say? Nena and Gaby? By 'eck nah there's a tale to tell!

CHRIS & JULIAS BIG DAY

Whats that ya say? Nena and Gaby? By 'eck nah there's a tale to tell! Sharp does his best with this brand new fanfic which includes characters from both my Gaby and Nena series!

CHRIS & JULIAS BIG DAY

Whats that ya say? Nena and Gaby? By 'eck nah there's a tale to tell!

CHRIS & JULIAS BIG DAY

Whats that ya say? Nena and Gaby? By 'eck nah there's a tale to tell! Sharp does his best with this brand new fanfic which includes characters from both my Gaby and Nena series!

CHRIS & JULIAS BIG DAY

Whats that ya say? Nena and Gaby? By 'eck nah there's a tale to tell!

CHRIS & JULIAS BIG DAY

Whats that ya say? Nena and Gaby?

CHRIS & JULIAS BIG DAY

Whats that ya say? Nena and Gaby? By 'eck nah there's a tale to tell!

Chapter 1

CHRIS & JULIAS BIG DAY

Whats that ya say? Nena and Gaby? By 'eck nah there's a tale to tell! Sharp does his best with this brand new fanfic which includes characters from both Gaby and Nena!

Part 2

Simply: How?

All I can seem to manage is making it into a toopic in the Writing Forum

Blurb:

"Kira sat on her bed with the thesaurus open in her hands, and glanced over to the blank page in her schoolbook. In fact, it wasn’t blank, it had a title at the top of the page “What makes me who I am?” This was possibly the hardest assignment she’d ever have to do, and it wasn’t because she couldn’t understand it, or because she wasn’t good with words. No, it was a hard assignment because “What makes me who I am?” was something she’d rather not put onto paper."

Kira is a girl living in Tokyo and approaching her 16th birthday. A normal girl would be out with her friends at a party on her 16th birthday, but Kira must spend hers in her basement with her parents.

The reason? She looks human at first sight, but the two scars on her right hand give away what she really is.

It’s Jacques that goes forward to meet them.  The men, in camouflage fatigues, brush right by him.  He’s saying “I have authorization by the Israeli Antiquities . . . “

It may be 'cos I'm drunk, or possibly stupid or p'raps both, but I can't figure out where to post a new story. Comon dude, site design!

Anyway, so here's part one of one of mine:

Oh, shit. Warning: Bad language, needless violence and similar stuff.

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I've been so swamped with work lately that even thinking about editing or writing has been impossible. Should get the next chapter out during the holiday break. I truely appreciate the encouraging notes I've received. Thanks!

It was a hallway -- a corridor -- couldn't see the walls, but it was nonetheless a corridor -- couldn't move left or right, just straight ahead.

Then ended.

In the reddish landscape.  Just POP!

Then there they were:  Chloe and Ralph and  Brian and Tom and Dick and Harry and Ahmed and Raphael and Jacques.

Ralph?

Chris & Julia's Big Day

by Sharp 2008

"When my mother made mashed potatoes they poured out clean and fluffy from the box. And she was scared when she made mashed potatoes, but not as scared as she would have been if she had made them from real potatoes.

Close Encounters of the Christmas Kind

My thanks once again go to Gabi for her sympathetic treatment of this story and I have to hope that she reads this version after the post edit additions I made.

I hope it improves the story...

Roger, Jerk & Roseanna---street people---spend the rainy winter of 1979 hunkered down in a banged up little mildew infested Dodge Dart. Be it ever so humble, it's home...

THE EXCITING CONCLUSION!!

A beleaguered sexual minority leads a high tech revolt against the evil Bruno's dictatorship. Will Tommy ever find his way back to reality? Or is THIS reality? Is FRFS (False Running Fantasy Syndrome) a legitimate diagnosis or merely a pop-psych fad? Is our dear Rosalie a true revolutionist or a double agent? Wow, is that a jetpack?! And what's John Williams doing with his Willie Johnson hanging out? It's all just...

While this story is intended as humorous some may find 

WARNING: While this story is intended as humorous some may find its coarse language & raunchy situations offensive...