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Lily - Part 1

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“Mom, when do I get to take this off?”, Willy whined, one hand behind his pink-clad hip, the other hand on the bent knee of his bare, chalk-dusty leg. Light reflected off his shiny pink leotard as bright camera bulbs flashed in his vision, causing him to blink his mascara-shadowed eyes.

An Unexpected Pastime — Chapter 6

Although initially concerned about his grandma's friend, they begin The Nutcracker and Sam begins to gradually warm up to her.

An Unexpected Pastime — Chapter 5

Now with something to do these holidays, Sam and his sisters were going to require a few more leotards.


Once again, I'm sorry about the long delay on this. Along with personal matters, I had felt that I had written myself into a corner for a large length of time. I was previously writing this story as it flowed out from my fingertips, not really having an overall goal for it in mind.

However, I'm pleased to say that I've now planned ahead for the next several chapters. With this, I aim to produce chapters at a much faster pace. Thanks to anyone who stayed with me.

Please let me know of any feedback, be it positive or negative. It's very much appreciated.

Losing the game for her

"Miss Hanson, Miss Hason, how do you explain your loss? Miss Hanson, you were the reigning champion for three years in a row! How could you lose the title? Miss Hanson, could we have a word?" No they couldn't as I pushed my way through the crowds and entered my car. Soon enough, I was clear from the army of reporters and camera man. Checking that no one else was following me, I turned into the side road and pulled my car into a dilapidated building. With the door closing behind me, I finally heaved a sigh of relief and exited.

An Unexpected Pastime

A boy's trip to the beach becomes unsettling when an important item is forgotten.

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In a Class By Himself-Part 2

“Okay, ladies, let’s line up!” Coach Anna’s shout ricocheted off the walls of the Emerald Gymnastics Academy gymnasium, multiplying until there seemed to be not one coach, but dozens. Jenny snapped out of thoughts and dreams of her unintentionally cross-dressing boyfriend and darted forward with the other gymnasts. Dozens of pairs of bare feet, her own among them, slapped the blue foam mat as the girls rushed to take their positions in a blur of pumping limbs, bouncing hair, and brightly colored leotards.

In a Class by Himself-Part 1

Jenny shivered in the cold draft wafting through the Emerald Gymnastics Center gymnasium and hugged herself, tracing and stroking her bare hands, peppered with white gymnastics chalk, over equally bare and chalky arms and shoulders, legs and knees, then trying to rub some warmth into the white-powdered soles of her bare feet, then coming back to rest on the soft, smooth, form-fitting Lycra of her sleeveless gymnastics leotard.

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