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Well you can find untold numers of those here! GA Stories allows for many browsing options to find the best stories in genres you prefer. I hope you enjoy the site, welcome!!

This is particularly nice for someone like me, with eclectic reading tastes. Thanks KC!

I went to bed at 12:30 am. I stayed in bed til 8 am. I didn't leave my house this morning. I didn't buy a thing. I may pay a few extra bucks here and there on gifts but criminy, it's worth it not to deal with that shit. Plus my husband left at 6 on Thanksgiving night to go hunting so I'd have had to take my kids and I agree with W_L, that's child abuse!

Thank you everyone. I know a lot of people have been there, but the sympathy really helps. Thanks.

I wrote this because I'm sitting all alone in a moment where I haven't been alone in nearly 11 years. I'm hoping getting out some of the feelings here that I can't in person, because I have to be the strong one who makes it better for everyone else, will help. *** It started as pressure building up and a slight burning in my throat. My breath caught and the hitch couldn't be covered. I waved one hand, asking for a minute. A tissue was crumpled in my hand already, the soft ball clenched hard as I tried to hold on. Saying good-bye couldn't be done in a stranger's room, in their blankets. I rushed out to get yours and spread it out in the back seat. I held you in my arms, stroked your face, and told you exactly what you needed me to say. I said again and again how much we all loved you. I promised we'd be going home soon. You kept looking up at me, your brown eyes liquid as your eyebrows shifted back and forth. You were so strong, staying longer than they said you would but in the end your eyes closed. I whispered a broken goodbye and covered you up. They said I did the right thing, but the right thing hurt like hell. There's something about making the choice that closed those eyes that haunts me. I turn around a dozen times, expecting you to be with me, and fight that burning when the memory of that moment hits all over again. Today would have been your birthday. I’m sorry. Strider 11-22-2001 to 11-20-2012

The second one sounds like Camilo's story, The Perks of Loving You, however that has been on hold for a long time. I'm not familiar with the first one.

No, I mixed it up. The wemic is Tek and the lion together, it should have said lion. That was my mistake. There are a lot of questions left unanswered but you will definitely have them all explained.

His lion does! Tek needs to take a lesson from him, don't you think? Thanks for commenting Jadelilac.

I think that might be part of it. Tek is pretty gruff, but I think he has quite the story himself. Thanks for reviewing.

I know, there are so many questions about the world and what everything means. Don't worry though, things will start coming together next week. Thanks so much for reading and commenting, Cannd, I always look forward to your insights.

Yep. I have a liger in one of my Carthera stories, but no actual 'lions'. I hope you enjoy continue to enjoy this story, thanks for the review!

LOL! I'm glad you're enjoying it Layla, sorry about the torture. Or maybe not. More will be coming soon!

Nuh uh! I'd never use one of those, lol.

Sorry Rebelghost, it's all part of the torture from the Wednesday Briefers group I'm part of, lol. Lots to come still, I think I'll end up writing this for a while until it's time to do a Christmas special. I'm glad you're enjoying it and don't worry, your questions will be answered eventually!

I'm so glad you like it Mann. Actually, copy the text only from my story and you'll find I'm toeing the line on the actual words almost exactly and never go over. Tek is a bit of a jerk, but he's not had it easy either. More will be coming next week!

“Go, you’re freaking him out.” The lion huffed, turning away. I gasped as he faded as he walked away until he disappeared. I flicked my eyes sideways, glancing up as far as I dared. The wemic stood next to my pallet, naked. He was dusted in golden hair but he had legs, human legs. I glanced back toward where the lion disappeared, my hand on my chest where the raspy tongue had scoured my skin. Questions flashed through my mind, one after another that I dared not ask. After a mom

Happy Birthday hun! I hope you have a great day.

Is that dinner invite still open? I'll bring cake! Happy Birthday!!!

Okay, they still do those minute time tests in school-my daughter brings home 2 a week. She also has one of those pop half-circle things and plays with it regularly. Mondo juice bottles are still sold at the dollar store, they both like to hide in those circle clothes racks all the time and my son has one of those car carpets-but his is from IKEA. LOL

It sucks being disowned by family, I had my grandfather do it to me when I was 16. Perspective can take years to come, but eventually it can. I'm not as angry now; he missed out on meeting his great grandkids and being in our life. His loss, not mine, since anyone with that kind of hate isn't someone I'd want them to be in contact with anyway.

Congrats on becoming a Promising Author, Sid! I hope we see many more great stories from you in the future!!

I'm so glad you enjoyed the story. I do have more written up in notes, and a start on the story. I just need more time to focus on writing; alas I'm perpetually lazy about it. Great reader's comments like this definitely help keep me motivated. Thanks again!

Furry isn't my thing either, lol. Sorry, this will remain a once a week feature, as I actually write these Wednesday updates as part of a flash fiction group posting on my blog. Thanks for the review.

I'm glad you think so! There will be more reveals next week to explain everything, never fear.

Separate but the same! There's still more suprising twists to come, so I hope you continue to enjoy the story and the pacing over the next installments. No, there won't be any lion/man sex though, lol.