Kelly Blake

Season Stuff...


This has been quite an unusual year in many respects. But the strangest of all is the fact that two holidays, or religious events depending upon one's perspective, coincide; Christmas and Hanukkah. Well...being a faithful adherent to Paganism, it doesn't take much for us to be dancing around a tree. Indeed any tree will do and any time of year is 'kosher'? As for lighting candles, well...we light them at the drop of a hat...or any other piece of clothing. And, being Irish, after a pint or two...or three...we're likely to do so with greater vigor.

What Would The Season Be Without...

emily IMGa_7704b_0.JPGEmily was lost on the worse night of the year. Fortunately she was found and there unfolds the tale. Click the link atop the picture for some more Seasonal Fluff.

Coming Out

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Kerrie meant to tell him about her transition
but by the time it came out (so to speak)
it was too late...

Coming Out

By Kelly Blake
Copyright© 2013 Kelly Blake
All Rights Reserved.
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Ohhh... Yeah...

I've written several tales that never be posted. The themes are very dark and are very autobiographical in that they touch upon events in my life that were better not witnessed. I write because, for lack of a simpler explanation, doing so makes me feel better. I was wondering if others have similar tales that have been completed and not posted. I'm curious about why you've not posted them.

Peace Always...



Move Over

I have accomplished two amazing feats with the same stone? I've written a tale of less than 50 pages. This must be the influence of Drea. And...!!! I've also posted a tale with more than three days to go in a contest!!! This is definitely NOT the influence of Drea!!! :)

May We All Know Peace...

Kelly the Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrat


Move Over

The link for this tale is in purple at the top of the posting. Will Jess get her itch scratched? Will Andi help with the honors? Will Russ ever be forgiven? Will Russ's reeducation help? For the answer to these and any other questions, click on the purple link at the top of the posting below the word 'attachment'. :)

The Binary...

To All Those Concerned...

Those of you who were kind enough to comment and PM me about the use of the word 'salient', I have acquiesced and have changed it to 'sentient'. After much consideration and rumination, I felt that the point made was valid and well taken. I have, however, left the word 'saliency' where I thought being important was more important then the issue of sentiency.

The Binary

I normally don't reply to comments because I simply don't have the time these days. But a guest reader brings up an interesting point. What does constitute the soul? Is it simply our moral compass? Or is it our emotional response to a particular stimulus? Or is it simply our ability to make a decision based upon intuition; gut feeling? One of the many subtexts of this tale asks exactly that question?



I HATE POSTING!!! It takes more time to get all the right crap done and checked than to write the tale and I still don't know how to list my tales as solo. And...too add insult to S.O. says puters 'are a he thing'. I don't know whether to smack him or kiss him...or both!!! So there...!!!

A frustrated Brat


The Binary

“Is this light?”

“Yes… This is light.”

Brian Donovan glanced at the array of telemetry that offered a vast variety of colorfully lit dials and information. The machine sat quietly in its metal chair, arms and legs restrained. It glanced as far around the laboratory as its range of neck motion would allow.

“Am I dreaming?” The machine asked in its slightly higher pitched androgynous voice.

“No machine… You are not dreaming.” Doctor Donovan glanced at the machine and smiled. “You are in real time.”


I acknowledge that using the PDF format proves troublesome for some of the readers. Unfortunately I barely find the time to write and even less time to learn to use this particular program. Early on Drea was kind enough to assist with some of my shorter tales. However, as my tales grew in length, and involved more graphics and therefore more formatting, the program wouldn't even accept the input ('Pet'). That is when I fumbled upon the PDF format.

Rebirth: The Swimsuit

IMG_2690.JPG“What are you doing in here!” I wet myself a wee bit in total fear as I heard her voice. She had caught me at my worst; holding her one piece shiny pink bathing suit in my delicate hands as I sat in the deserted girl’s locker room. I was frozen as I gazed at her; my deer like wide opened eyes bugging out with fright.


In the midst of a very dark tale in the making, I saw that a contest with the theme of 'Rebirth' was in progress. I never cared much for the word 'transition'. Although clinically correct, it never was an appellation for what I felt or experienced. I recalled a quote attributed to Michelangelo regarding the piece 'David'. But there was no basis that the quote was his. So I aptly chose a quote that was more suitable to my circumstance.

The Crush - The Crunch

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By Kelly Blake

If you’re going to have a crush, it might as well be a big one. I mean half the girls I knew crushed on Leo DiCaprio and the other half on Johnny Depp; although I’ve heard hygiene is an issue with Johnny. Maybe he should be married with fourteen kids or a school teacher who pays a wee bit of attention to a lonely student and drives a sports car.

A Wee Bit of Belated Seasonal Fluff

Ryanna lived a solitary life. Consumed by her work and her desire to simply live a quiet life. She did have one compulsion that would finally change her life.



I want to wish everyone a sacred and blessed and healthy and peaceful laden holiday season. Of course I wish this for all at any time of the year, but it seems even more appropriate during these tumultuous times. I've also had a few inquiries about my usual 'Seasonal Fluff' fluff. It will, unfortunately, be tastefully late. More later.

Blessings to All...



Sacred Feces!!!

As many of you might know by now, an astounding and miraculous event has occurred in my country. It is the most important event to occur since 1937 in the 'young' history of where I live. The people of the Republic of Ireland have voted for an amendment to the constitution allowing people of the same sex to get married.

Kerrie's Run

This tale is a condensation of a much larger tale that was never posted, or completed for that matter. Parts of it are random but that's what happens when one attempts to condense 400 plus pages into...whatever. :) I wanted to include more artwork but due to having three faaaahhhhhhkn puter failures at once, I will need to post it at a later date. I simply ran out of time. :(

This tale is dedicated to all who have had, or are having, a difficult time with whatever; aren't we all?


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I am truly sorry I haven't been around or contributing tales. You know all those people who say they have no life? Well...the miserable curs gave them all to me!!! With so many family obligations and my work, I barely and rarely have time to even write a sentence or two. Sometimes, when it's slow and I have two or three minutes to myself, or I'm having yet another sleepless night, I do manage to take a peek at some of the tales being posted.

DERP!!! try to be accommodating to my readers and I write this suppositional little tale based on 'Coming Out'. It is not a part two. The tale ended just where it should have; with a question. Now not only is it listed as a continuing chapter...but it has a different name. Derp!!! Someday I'll figure this all out.

I love you all...


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My New Tale...

I am currently in the midst of another massive literary undertaking when I got the urge to take a break. I felt the need to write a little tale about coming out. There has been much in the news this past year or two about various people coming out about their sexual, and gender, choices. I have always had strong opinions about coming out but I’ve yet to really set something down in words. Thus…this new tale.

The Tale of Leigh and Jo

The Tale of Leigh and Jo

by Kelly Blake

Edited and Proofread by Alison Mary and Andrea Dimaggio;
Artwork by the Incorrigible Belle Mead

Author’s Note:
This little tale would definitely not have been possible without the help of the above mentioned ladies and their staff.
This tale is dedicated to all those who have ‘little secrets’ and unyielding families

A Wee Bit O' Seasonal Fluff

A Wee Bit O’ Seasonal Fluff
by Kelly Blake
Edited by Alison Mary and Andrea DiMaggio
Artwork by Belle Meade

Foreword - This tale was inspired by Les Joyeux by…who else…Drea.
Therefore this tale is dedicated to her.

To All...

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Dear Family, Friends, and Faithful Readers...

I have just finished a two year commitment, packed up my belongings, and am in the process of starting yet another new life. This will be my third. Tomorrow, the new love of my life (read "Second Chance")will arrive and we will embark on a getting reacquainted cruise for one week. After that we will directly fly to Boston and then on home to Ireland.

The Ice Tiger - Chapter 7

The Ice Tiger

“…a veiled threat...”
by Kelly Blake

edited by Andrea Lena DiMaggio

Artwork adapted by
Belle Meade


Along with continuing thank yous and blessings to Drea and her extraordinarily talented staff, I wish to express my deepest thanks to Khadijah for reviewing this part and making very constructive and informative comments to add to the theme of this tale. May one thousand blessing be hers and may she know only peace. This part of my tale is dedicated to her.

A Second Chance

A Second Chance


by Kelly Blake


Edited and Proofed
by Drea DiMaggio and Alison Mary
Artwork provided by
the Incorrigible Belle Meade

...I knew what had happened. As one of the cops approached me and started to speak to me, I heard not a single word. I merely saw his mouth move as tears began to fall from my eyes.

I remember little else from that evening other than finding myself in my old room, now occupied by Corie, and Kate alongside me in the bed. Owen and Meg were gone. We would never be able to speak, or touch, or laugh, or cry with them again. My life, and Kate’s, as we knew it, had come to a most bitter end.

Perfect Nails

Perfect Nails

by Kelly Blake

Edited and Proofread by
Andrea Lena DiMaggio and Alison Mary
Artwork Provided by Belle Meade

Author’s Note: When I first wrote this little tale, I thought of entering it in the Romance contest. Somehow, due to my negligence, this wasn’t done. I wish to do so now so that should anything become of it, the ‘team’ of Andrea Lena DiMaggio, Alison Mary, and Belle Meade get the recognition they truly deserve.

The Spirituality of This Day...

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On this special day of spirituality, I wish to be thankful for my 'cyber family'. Thank you Drea and Alison, commonly referred to as Mom and Gram. Without your support and wisdom, and good will, my little world would simply be filled with the pain of others. You have provided me with the love and advise that I haven't had in quite some time.

May you both have strength, full days, and all the blessings this life can provide...

A grateful, emotionally overcome, lil' Irish Brat

And to the friends I've made in our little community, I pray that your words never cease.

To Whom It May Concern...,

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I've only now learned of the departure of Margaret Jeanette, a prolific writer whose work appears on FM. I have, on occassion been entertained by her work and am saddened that our small community has become somewhat smaller, and dimmer.

She passed on Feb. 4th and requested that her body be buried with a smile, and that laughter permiate the celebration of her life. I urge those who might be interested to read the details at the beginning of her last story.

Lil Kelly

To My Family

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To My Family…

In the event that this has gone unnoticed, I’ve acquired a ‘family’ here. ‘Acquired’ is a weird way to describe it. I’m not sure whether I found them or they found me. However, my family away from my family is quite complete. I have a mother, sister, brother, and father all in one person. I also have a Grandmother way down under (Hi Gram). I should write her more frequently but often time is a problem. So I sneak in behind her comments simply to let her know that I am there and thinking of her.

Happy New Year...

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Last night marked the traditional Celt New Year's Eve. So that they might entice new adherants to the 'new faith', early Christina disciples would incorporate Pagan holidays into the religious calendar and give them 'new names'.

Last evening also marked the first anniversary of the departure of the two of the three closest and most beloved souls in my meager life.

The Red Dress - Part 5

Ellen knew exactly what she was seeing, and feeling. It brought back so many memories of when she first began to transition mentally into whom she is today. Suddenly a giggle broke through her thoughts. It came from Sonja. Ellen pursed her lips, crossed her arms, began to tap her toe on the wooden floor, and glared at Sonja.

The wife turned toward Ellen to ask again what she thought about her choice for the rest of the day and into the evening. She saw the look on Ellen’s face and how Ellen had now placed her hands on her hips as she stared at Sonja.

“And exactly what is so God damned amusing!!!”

The Red Dress
Part 5
By Kelly Blake

My Prayer...

“Lay me doon in ta caul caul groon. Whaur afore monie huv gaun. (Rep)
When they coom a wull staun mo groon. Staun mo groon al nae be a fraid.
Thoughts awe hame tak awa mo fear. Sweat an bluid hide mo veil awe tears.
Ains a year say a prayer faur me. Close yir een an remember me. Nair mair shall a see the sun.”

“Sgt. (Charles S.) MacKenzie” By Joe Lina MacKenzie Mod Scott. as done by Clainne An Drumma

My Prayer…
By Kelly Blake

'Let's Play Make Over'...

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Kathy Nelson posted this site on Crystal's Story Site. It's from those funky folks at Estee Lauder and it looks pretty cool. I haven't tried it yet.


May We Be All We Imagine...If For A Moment...


The Red Dress - Part 4

Gone was the flamboyant blond in the micro dress with the enormous breasts and the four and one half inch heels. Gone was the slightly overdone dramatic theatrical make up. What remained was a somewhat stately, calm and in control, statuesque beautiful woman.

The husband grinned that warm fuzzy feelings grin as Ellen slid out of the booth and greeted him with a brief kiss on the lips, “Well…this is certainly a different you today. You look absolutely wonderful!”

The Red Dress
Part 4
By Kelly Blake


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