Final chapter
After being tossed into the mix master and traveling up and down the world, Katrina finds a balance in her life. Always a challenge, life is a constant adjustment, even when family and friends are there helping and sharing. It might not be the future she envisioned as she left high school behind. Life means taking the good and bad and keep going. Besides she has something no one else has. She talks to horses.

Pushed out into a world she didn't know, compounded by not having any money, Katrina is finding there are people willing to help her as well as those willing to use her.

Pine Springs Health Spa, Illinois.
May 3rd, 2007

“Alright, Insight, I this poor, sweet, little kitten is scared, and you're the only one who can make him feel better. I want you to make him a little happy without becoming enthralled to you,” Dr. Chance said, putting a mewing little puff of grey and black light on the table.

She couldn't resist, and reached out to pet the little animal. “He's so soft,” she cooed. “Can I keep him?”

Finding sanctuary in a U.S. Embassy, Katrina is escorted on an outing by a Marine when she is offered a job shipping lamas. The marine has his doubts about the man and the offer

Katrina is learning when one doesn't understand the language or customs it helps to have those who do. Her life is literally in the hands of others willing to put their own lives in danger to help her because a friend asked them to.

She believes that two things in her life are certain.

(Here is a 533 word, non-TG character study for Halloween. I hope you enjoy it.)

After seeing what Katrina is capable of with horses and rope, Mike decides he could use her skills if she was willing.

Tink headed off for lunch after martial arts, not bothering with a shower since she hadn't done enough to work up a sweat. At Crystal Hall she met up with Page, Serena and a few other Whitman girls. They were all talking about their classes, which ranged from the common history, English and science; to the weird, magic, esper and quantum physics; to the holy cow they teach that at school! Which included firearms training and how to shoot a fire accurately at one hundred feet.

“You're not saying much for once Teri, what's up?” Page asked.

“So did you get into trouble for this morning?” Thad asked, as they sat beside a big window in the library enjoying a bit of peace and quiet, his eyes looked almost exactly like the brilliant sun shining on them.

“Nah,” Teri answered, waving away the thought. “They mostly wanted to know what happened, and that I was alright. India on the other hand is in big trouble.”

He looked at her incredulously. “Her name is India?”

Out of money and not understanding the language in the nation she was in. Katrina called Leonard hoping for assistance in finding a place to wait while her future was cleared up. Supposedly he had made contact in her part of the world with some people who owned a ranch and she was to stay there.

But the best laid plans of mice and men and the rest of the moral is Murphy's Law.

Katrina has left the hacienda and managed to get back to the airport. The plane which Simone assured her would wait for her was gone. She contacted the only person she could think of who might have a solution to her problems, Leonard LeBo of Valley Down Farms. Leonard managed to find Cat a ride, The man was a reporter and photographer knew who was in Brazil at the same time as Katrina. Leonard had no way of knowing the man he contacted had major problems of his own, .

Because I've had a bunch of people ask me to post this story since Crystal Hall where it was originally posted is down for the foreseeable future, here is Tink. And for those who've read it already, there is a new opening transformation that isn't as creepy, and in the next chapter is a whole new section of Tink's summer of fun as she meets H1 and goes to an anime convention. It's funny.

The men who signed for Heater released him at the airport after Katrina had transported him to Brazil. She managed to recapture him again. Katrina went into the terminal in search of a meal while waiting for her plane to continue to Venezuela. She is supposed to transport another horse to France. She is taken from the airport by the military and loaded into a military truck which speeds away from the airport. They finally stop at a home where the man she meets proclaims the horse she transported is his and she must be his guest for the evening.

Instructed to flee home and a lawsuit. Katrina lands in Atlanta before leaving the country with a horse she is to ship overseas. She needs a passport photo. The people guiding her send her through a makeover beauty salon and redress her for the photo. She is sent to another photography studio for the photo. LIFE, don't you just love it. Mistakes happen.

Circumstances makes it impossible to post this coming Sunday. Early posting is necessary.

Katrina has been talked into going to a party by a few classmates who had more on their minds than saying their last goodbye to those they went to school with. Sometimes youth leads them to do things without thinking of the consequences. Others believe they are above retribution because mom or dad always bailed them out when they did something wrong.

He threw me down on the couch and fell on top of me. Squeezing under my jaw he forced my mouth open and poured the liquor in. Clamping his hand over my mouth stopped me from spitting it back out. I held it in my mouth until he clamped my nose shut and I couldn't breath. I was forced to swallow it. It burned all the way down my throat.

Kyle was laughing as he took his hand off my mouth. "There, now you have joined the party."

A SECOND CHANCE

Note: many applicable tags for this piece have been left off so as not to spoil the "surprise," but those who dislike things that are dark and morbid be forewarned.

Synopsis: Sharing a bit about myself.

GIVE

ANYTHING
This story is one of six stories in the compilation, A New You by Emma Finn, a book of transformation and body swap stories available on Amazon, iBooks, Barnes & Noble and Smashwords.

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The woman who lived opposite our house had nothing that we did but she also had the only thing of value I desired.

Bleeding

Author’s note. This is a poem that popped into my head today. Its gonna be tough, as it deals with sexual abuse. Please be careful reading it.

(I cant do music, but imagine a soft, sad guitar playing while you read this)

I’m ... bleeding ...

just when he entered me

Bleeding ...

never will be free

Bleeding ...

cant let anyone see

Bleeding ...

what he made of me

Bleeding ...

and no one can ever know

Bleeding ...

so its go on with the show

Everyone knows that heroes are good and villains are bad, but what is a poor Imp to do when these roles get blurred.

This is a non-TG story that takes place in the Whateley Universe. This is also the third story about the Imp, with the first being The Art of Being the Imp and the second being Mission Imp-Probable.

http://www.crystalhall.org/index.html

Everyone knows that heroes are good and villains are bad, but what is a poor Imp to do when these roles get blurred.

This is a non-TG story that takes place in the Whateley Universe. This is also the third story about the Imp, with the first being The Art of Being the Imp and the second being Mission Imp-Probable. I plan on posting the new updates to this site a week after each one is posted on the official Whateley site.

http://www.crystalhall.org/index.html

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Blood Splattered Nights

Prologue
Cold, cold is all I feel, no flash off my life before my eyes just cold, no pain as the warmth flees my body I can't believe this is how it will all end laying in a pool of my own blood on the pavement in a dark alley, alone just alone it just felt so surreal as my eyes and mind fill with darkness, no bright light where my lost friends and family awaits just… nothingness cold and black...