Working out your differences
Down the path going
along the river were people doing the usual jobs. Children threw
bread for the ducks and adults tried to stop their dogs from jumping
in the river. But every few minutes there would be a runner going
past any one spot. Some were professionals training for a marathon
while others were simply staying fit. But where ever runners may run
you will always find someone like Julianna. She fell into the
exercise category of middle aged woman trying to lose

Sixteen
and Unbirthing
Well,
I’m Fucked Up! I’m writing in my journal for the future because
I can’t move right now without hurting my new children and myself.
I know I’m going to have twins and they’re moving a lot right
now,
adding to the difficulty of writing on my side.
Katherine
winced as one of her babies landed a solid blow to the top of her
belly, forcing her to stop writing. She gently rubbed the spot until
the child calmed, then resumed writing in her journal.

But
I’ll

Miles
walked down the street, box in hand. He brushed a lock of blonde hair
from in front of his hazel eye, then carefully slide his hand back
beneath the white pastry box. He couldn’t help but smile as he
thought of the evening ahead. He’d been looking forward to it ever
since he’d received the invite a week ago.
“Sixty-eight,
seventy, seventy-two Willow Street. This is the place,” he said.
It
was almost a dream come true. He’d been friends with Mayama for
years, but it had always b

Tibith slowly tottered home from the
bar. As he got close to his small, modernized cave, he tried to
recall the events that occurred at the bar. His mind tried to spark
itself, but failed. It was like trying to light wet paper in water
with flint and no steel. All he could remember was a beautiful canine
woman who seemed to have disappeared. He got to his door, fumbled
with the lock and his keys, and finally unlocked it. He walked inside
and lay on the couch, trying to sleep. Suddenly, a clearly

Recycling a cheating
husband
by
Groblek
Tabitha looked at
the photos one final time, using the images of her husband and his
lover to strengthen her resolve as she arranged the instruments of
her revenge. Three little candles laced with spells and moulded to
guide the power locked inside. One shaped like a little boy, one a
mother nursing her baby, and finally a woman alone, belly swollen
with her unborn child. She waited until she heard his keys in the
door to light the first candle, that

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A popular class of star ship, produced as a small