This is something that came to me over the last few days. It may wind up as a scene in a future story. Or not. But I felt it was worth posting on its own.

The therapist sighed.

"I'm sorry, but it doesn't work that way..."

A lone figure sits in a window watching the first rain of the season wash away the long winter.

I was feeling a little weird on an airplane today and this is the result. It's not at all transgender so I apologize right now for posting here if that annoys you but I thought someone might enjoy it. Someone might even have had a similar experience.

MINISKIRTS

Three bikini clad bombshells rob a bank; a mild mannered comic book artist prepares for bed; a man chats up a waitress at a train-station diner; a beautiful socialite pays a visit to her father, but is she all she appears to be? Are any of them? Hit play on this collection of nine short, short stories by nine very different voices in TG-fiction and find out.

Tante’s Birthday - A Jaci and Dottie story

Drea knew something was up by how good her two charges were being.

Barbie Girl

Author's note: This is based on an incident my mother swears happened ...

One summer day, my little boy gave me a lot to think about.

Summer Dare

I looked down at my feet again, struggling with what I was seeing.

Somebody’s knocking

The Beings Alike

Merry Christmas my wide eyed friends.

You probably should read "In the Pink" first (click on the name).

Can the leopard change his spots?

I dont remember my original name.

There is something tragic in that loss, the lack of an original identity.

Hide and Seek

by

This is a short piece I wrote several years ago but never had the courage to post. Please be gentle with me. :)

A Darker Shade Of Red

By Melanie E.

A note of caution: this is a much, MUCH MUCH, darker piece than I typically write. I may even take it down eventually, and I'm definitely not linking it to the rest of my stories. So, be forewarned.

Volunteer time

Puppets 2 - The Strings are Cut

I stood in the smoking remains of a building, wondering what happens next.

Canadian Superhero Battle

Canadian Super-villain (CSV): “I’m terribly sorry, but I’m going to have to ask you to please give me your valuables. Again, I’m sorry”

In memory of...

I first noticed him standing there and thought he was alone but didn't look long enough to be certain. The next time I took the time to get a better look there was a woman in red standing next to him. They were both removed, maybe a hundred and twenty or thirty feet away, not directly involved in the grave side services but both obviously sneaking glances at the activity.

The Choice

Well, its time.