Young Adult or College

The Quiet Girl - Part 3

The Quiet Girl
Part Three - And The Birds Make Music
by Andrea Lena DiMaggio


And precious things are dreams onto an exile
They take her o'er the land across the sea
Especially when it happens she's an exile
From that dear lovely Isle of Innisfree.

The Quiet Girl - Part 2

The Quiet Girl
Part Two - A Rude Awakening
by Andrea Lena DiMaggio


I wander o'er green hills thro' dreamy valleys,
And find a peace no other land could know.
I hear the birds make music fit for angels,
And watch the rivers laughing as they flow.

The Quiet Girl - Part 1

The Quiet Girl
Part One - The Arrival
by Andrea Lena DiMaggio


I've met some folks who say that I'm a dreamer
And I've no doubt there's truth in what they say
But sure a body's bound to be a dreamer
When all the things she loves are far away.

Drabble: Reunion

Drabble: Reunion
by mittfh
Copyright © 2010 Ben Norwood.
This story is licensed with a Creative Commons Attribution 3.0 License.

I stood nervously in Arrivals, butterflies in my stomach. Why had I ever agreed to this reunion in the first place?

Veronica on the Cross

Veronica Nelson, a transsexual, was in her third month of her Real Life Test. She was struggling financially, cut off from her family, and someone was leaving disgusting surprises in her jeep. She hadn't expected transitioning to be free of difficulties, but this was the absolute pits. The weird hassles kept mounting until she felt like she was ready to snap! Until the night she had a chance encounter that would help put all her troubles in perspective...


by Laika Pupkino


SRU: Operation Sucker Punch

The top brass at Spellcrafters Inc. have it in for the Spells R Us wizard. They've brought in hired muscle from overseas to do their dirty work- a ruthless and powerful mercenary sorcerer named Necromancer Sato. Can Wizzie survive their deadly scheme? And will our "somewhat ridiculous heroine" Wendy manage to avoid getting caught in the crossfire? This is an evil little story about an extremely nasty bunch of people. In the words of William Burroughs, "Hold back the edges of your gowns, Ladies. We are entering Hell..."

by Laika Pupkino