This is a work of fiction. As such, if it represents another’s work or someone’s life, in is pure

happenstance. The majority of the names are the Americanized version of the old Norse names.

This work is indeed my property. Please ask permission before using this story for basis of any others.

Preface

Asgard

The Aesir, Asynjur, and Vanir were gathered in Gladsheim to discuss

possible strategies to avoid Ragnorak, the end of the world. The court was

called to order by the pounding of the enchanted hammer known as Mjolnir.

This was followed by a call to order.

“Are all here and accounted for?” asked Odin as per tradition but not

of practicality as he already was in knowledge that Loki was not to be found

among the contingent today.

John Andrews passed through life as invisible as possible. His early memories were difficult living with unhappy parents who frequently took out their unhappiness on him. Emotionally scarred instead of lashing out, John retreated into himself. Blend in, don’t make a fuss, make sure not to stand out be invisible. Unfortunately, the necessities of survival disconnected him from the rest of the world as well. 

  St. Patrick and the

Novice of Dún Garbháin

I am the sunlight that ripened grain;
I am the gentle autumns’s rain.
When you awaken in the morning’s hush,

I am the swift uplifting rush,
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft star that shines at night.

Do Not Stand Over My Grave And Weep
by Mary Elizabeth Frye, 1932

Synopsis:A pre-op Transgirl gets her wish thanks to April Fool's Day and a Genie.

On April Fool's Day, there were two friends sitting down to eat in a local cafe. When Dinner was ordered, they began to talk.

"Well Tommy, what about you? You still getting the operation?"

"In time. right now, I still have breasts."

"Good for you my friend, I still need to shave, the estrogen has just started to work."

"Who is the surgeon?"

"Doctor Murphy in Copenhagen."

"Yep, same here glad that I found him for us."

"Thanks, you are such a good friend to me."

Standard Disclaimer: None of these characters or situations are meant to be any specific person alive or dead. I the author reserves all rights.

This is another installment of Alone and won't make much sense without reading the preceding chapters. I've been told it's rather rambling and that is on purpose. This is a survivor's story and I hope the disjointed style will help convey the hopelessness of the situation. Yes, this was inspired by "I am Legend" and other similar stories.

Grover

Todd’s Prayer

Standard Disclaimer:All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

This is a continuation of my story Alone and won't make much sense without reading the other two chapters.

This one is intense. Reader discretion is advised.

Some Days Are Better Than Others

Rewritten - 26/12/11

by Tychonaut Jemima

The downside to super-hearing is you can't ignore the phone when it rings, no matter how deeply asleep you were. I blearily reached out for the phone resting in its cradle beside the bed, kicking my legs to untangle the sheets from around me. The glowing numbers on my alarm clock tell me it's 8.00am. And a Wednesday.

Well, here I am, with my beloved Frankie watching as the sun goes down behind the hills, and this would not be possible without a Love that overcame the horrors of war.

I stole a girl’s dress. It was the worst thing I’d ever done—and the best!

Cross-Country, by Karin Bishop

Part 5

Chapter 11: Rose’s Beauty Parlor

I stole a girl’s dress. It was the worst thing I’d ever done—and the best!

Cross-Country, by Karin Bishop

Part 4

Chapter 9: Dinner With Jane

I stole a girl’s dress. It was the worst thing I’d ever done—and the best!

Cross-Country, by Karin Bishop

Part 1

Chapter 1: Discovered

    Jules grabbed my arm and just about dragged me up to her room.

    "But Jules!"

    "Stop complaining and go get washed up" Jules was in dictator mode and to be honest she scares me!

    "Come on Gaby, hurry up!"

    "Why can't I just stay up here?"

    "And when Maddy gets here?"

    I could sort of see where she was coming from which is worrying in itself.

    "Okay I give in"

    "Good girl, lets get you into that underwear you had on yesterday"

Julian Denver

by

Paula Dillon

A movie role has some unintended consequences for Julian. They all aren’t bad though as Julian gets to see things from the finer side.

Julian Denver sat with his parents, in the producer’s office, script in hand, reading. His agent had called him and told him that there was a producer and casting director, that were desperately trying to cast the lead of a movie. Julian was hoping to become the latest teenage heartthrob. That was enough motivation to bring him in. He had dreams of becoming the latest Justin Bieber.

Alone 2: The Walk
By
Grover
10/27/2011

Walking down those steps, of the little house that'd been my sanctuary, was one of the hardest things I'd ever done. It didn't help that I was naked as the day I was born either. The aliens didn’t wear clothes although Doc wondered if that would change when the weather got colder. Scouts had seen some wearing protective garments when it made sense to. They simply didn't seem to care to be clothed otherwise.

Part of my camouflage was the box in my arms. During my vigil, I'd seen them searching for portable home electronics, such as cell phones, music players and such. Finding enough to fill my box I was easy. The Berretta 92F hidden in the bottom was insurance because androgynous female drone or not, I wasn't nobody's fool.

Beer Run

by

Paula Dillon

Craig Lawson was just your above average student going to the University of Texas Arlington,
Jennifer West and her girlfriend Melissa Conroy meet him and things happen.

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The two and a half ton rental van pulled up to the Rivendell Apartments and was expertly backed into two parking spaces. It was followed by a well-kept Mazda Preceda. One lady got out of each vehicle and they met up at the back of the truck for a hug.

    I awoke to Mad's light snore coming from somewhere very close, in fact from on my chest! What happened last night?

    "Hmm morning Drew" Mad purred snuggling into my breasts.

    "Erm Mad?"

    "What?" she replied sleepily

    "I er think we should get up?"

    "'S too early"

    "Well I'm getting up" I told her easing out from under her

    "Spoilsport" Mad mumbled

What if you were the last human on Earth?
Alone
By
Grover
10/22/11

Standing back from the window, so I wouldn't be seen, I stared outside using my binoculars. Studying how the aliens moved and their facial expressions, I practiced in the mirror. It had to be absolutely perfect so I would fit in.

Food was running low, and making midnight supply runs was proving more and more difficult. I was running out of options, and had no choice, but to make a brazen public appearance to get what I want. In theory, if I kept my mouth shut I should pass.

Turning to the mirror, I'd paid that price. While the rest of the world was being re-made, I'd mostly escaped, mostly. My body was completely hairless, and was androgynous as a 10 year old boy. At least I still had eyes, ears, a nose and mouth. Sighing, I didn't want to admit even that had been taken away from me. It was debatable that I was lucky or not in stumbling into that walk-in freezer.

Spinning
By
Grover
02/22/2011

It was just another Gawd awful, but all too typical hot and humid summer day in the Deep South. I was closer to drinking instead of breathing the thick and moist air, but what else could one do? For one thing, I stayed out of that scorching sun as much as I could. The heat only made it worse, and being under cover in the shade helped.