Girls' School / School Girl

Sk8r Grrls Episode 02

One of the things I loved about this chapter is that it shows that in a small -- but still larger than three -- group of friends, they don't always have to have the same interests and be with each other all the time. Half can go do one activity, and half another... and yet still be there to support each other's pursuits. Okay, enjoy Episode 2!

Sk8r Grrls
Episode 02
by Edeyn Hannah Blackeney

Sk8r Grrls Episode 01

I was asked to carry this story over here. I've been posting over at BCTS. The characters are based on folks from my life. They've all been tweaked, combined, split, reconstituted... so for the most part they should be unrecognizable. I hope you all enjoy it!

Sk8r Grrls

Episode 01
by Edeyn Hannah Blackeney

Raised in SLC - chapter 4

Matilda’s second day out, not as terrifying as her first but definitely filled with challenges.

What will the other girls think of this “Want to Be Girl,” if they find out whom she really is.

Kayla's Affair Part 3: Pool Party

Kayla’s Affair

Part 3: Pool Party

By Rachel Anne Keller

 Chapter 1: Amanda

My god what am I doing?  Here I am getting more and more involved with Kayla, and he’s a boy, a dirty deceitful brut just like the ones that hurt me.

The Academy (Part 2)

The Academy
Valentina Michelle Smith
(part 2)

At precisely 4:00 A.M., everybody in the dormitory awoke.
There was no need for an alarm or any type of wake-up call. Everybody received a nudge from the governor implanted behind their ear. The nudge was not as intense for veteran students, just a brief kiss of discomfort to rouse them from their sleep. With routine efficiency they went about their morning rituals, showering, cleaning up, making their beds, and dressing for the day’s activities.
For new students the experience was not routine. A sharp bolt of pain flashed for a few milliseconds, sufficiently painful to rouse them from the soundest of sleep, but not so intense as to be debilitating. They awoke to the strident urging of several Mistresses.

The Academy (Part 1)

The Academy


V. M. Smith

(Part 1)

Walking down Emerald Street was like walking through a time warp.

The ten blocks of Emerald Street which comprised the shopping district had long been closed to vehicular traffic. Planters now occupied the center of the street, providing trees and flowers for the pedestrians. Curious shops and bistros lined the streets, offering books, jewelry, organic foods, alternative healing, and any number of goods and services one would not find at the shopping mall. Posters advertising concerts, protests, poetry readings, and other happenings were haphazardly displayed along the concourse. Musicians performed alone or in groups, with the ubiquitous hat set out for tips. People would gather at cafes, pubs, and restaurants for food, drink, conversation, and companionship. A visitor from the summer of love would have felt right at home, save for the obvious anachronisms. A street musician might, for instance, stop playing for a moment to answer his cell phone. Students relaxing in the shade of the trees might be texting somebody on their Blackberry’s, or surfing the net on their laptops. The twenty-first century could not be completely excluded from Emerald Street.

Presdoh! The Ant and the Chrysalis

Prelude: Aesop's Tale

An Ant nimbly running about in the sunshine in search of food came across a Chrysalis that was very near its time of change. The Chrysalis moved its tail, and thus attracted the attention of the Ant, who then saw for the first time that it was alive. "Poor, pitiable animal!" cried the Ant disdainfully. "What a sad fate is yours! While I can run hither and thither, at my pleasure, and, if I wish, ascend the tallest tree, you lie imprisoned here in your shell, with power only to move a joint or two of your scaly tail." The Chrysalis heard all this, but did not try to make any reply. A few days after, when the Ant passed that way again, nothing but the shell remained. Wondering what had become of its contents, he felt himself suddenly shaded and fanned by the gorgeous wings of a beautiful Butterfly. "Behold in me," said the Butterfly, "your much-pitied friend! Boast now of your powers to run and climb as long as you can get me to listen." So saying, the Butterfly rose in the air, and, borne along and aloft on the summer breeze, was soon lost to the sight of the Ant forever.

Secret Lives Part 1

Secret Lives
Joanne Foxcourt, 2004

Author's forward:

This is a work of fiction so any resemblance to persons living or dead, in whole or in part, is purely coincidental. All of the usual copyright rules apply, but this story may be posted freely on any site that does not require a fee for accessing it. Also, the usual rules about legal restrictions on accessing stories like this apply according to where you hail from.

I hope you enjoy,

Chapter 1: Secret Agent Time

The young boy stared at the closet, a not uncommon event in his fifteen years of life, and felt the excitement and the fear all over again. This wasn't just any closet, it wasn't his closet, it was his mother's closet. He hesitated. The apartment was empty, his mother still at work, his sister out with a couple of friends, and the coast was clear. Like so many times before, the young man opened the closet door with trembling hands to expose the racks of clothing hidden inside.

Lady In Training

Lady in Training

My name is Mike. Well to follow Mom’s latest rules, it’s Michelle Elizabeth Williamson. Life has been kind of weird lately. Mostly, Mom has been acting really strange. Not that she can be considered normal by most standards, but that is another story. Let me start at the beginning, to explain why I am concerned.

As long as I can remember Mom liked to dress me in frilly girls clothes. No one else dressed like that. Dressed that way I would be too embarrassed to appear in public. No way could I ride bikes, climb trees or do any fun things with the guys. I’ve always been hyperactive with a long and lanky build (you can insert ‘beanpole’ here). Just before I started First Grade, everything came to a head. I rebelled and refused to ever wear a dress again. I declared that I would only wear boy’s clothes from then on. It was quite a battle with many fights and missed days of schools over clothes. She finally relented with the condition that I wore dresses around the house. This very uneasy truce held for several years.