Protestors Histoires

Greased Lightning meets Surf City. 1969. using the excuse of diner fries a greaser girl befriends a grinning surfer boy. betraying her brothers hatred for surfers and the towns hatred of bikers they spend each and every moment they can together. a sweet romance bakes between the two as they get a taste of each others worlds. with a merging of the opposites the biker finds her voice to speak up against the wrongs in their society and is shown the differences she can make for herself and women that come after her. - "You're a real honey ya know" a little startled, she peers her eyes up at him instead of the paper, eyebrows now quirked before prying her chin up to face him entirely. He lets his grin take over, enjoying her confused gaze studying his approach. "got a name?" her tongue sweeps over her lips, only drawing him in ten times more, before she sighs in response. Shaking her head and dropping her eyes back down to the menu. Now thinking she'd been wrong to assume he was a nice a guy, and now he's about to hit on her when all she wants is some food and a distraction from sleazy men. Straight away, he zeroes in on the thick red paint lining her lips, ideas appearing in his mind the longer he watches them. "Rose?" a gentle shake of the head no. "Cherry?" another shake of the head. "Apple?" a quirk of the brow. Noticing his eyes turning to honey as they gaze at the lipstick decorating her mouth, she interrupts his next guess. "I think you're just naming red things" He continues with his next guesses. To hold back the smile trying to fight its way on her face, she presses her lips together in a tight line. "Sugar? Gum drop? Sherbet?" "Now you're just naming candy" her eyes roll at his useless guesses, but a smile manages to stay prominent on her cheeks, just as he hoped for. "You seem to like candy"

In New New York, 20 year old Gretel Harding and her life partner Kath, also 20, now live in their Manhattan apartment, and are caught up in a new Zombie mania when Carol Backman, the Head of the Occupation Committee of Zombie Control, a Zombie Rights Group, struggles to convince President Harlan Lang and the US Government not to kill Them...But when an new mania outbreak occurs, the Zombies go on another biting rampage. The stunning new Zombie saga continues from the author of the classic YA horror novel "Mania of the Zombies". Rated PG-13 for strong, bloody violence, sex scenes, some coarse language, adult themes.

The story of an artist and the boy he falls in love with. "He can be painted with the wildest colors of your imagination, but his eyes hold the darkness of the world with the sun at its center." (Warning: Fluffy, cute, adorable and just so FREAKING fun.)

"There's a reason why I would fall in love with someone like you."

Set in a near future dystopian Britain. The population has reached its epoch and is now going into decline. Birth-rates are very low, the population is ageing, and the society is divided between the privileged who carry on as normal and the rest who are made to struggle. The surplus population is feared in society. They are kept barely under control, but population and resource pressures are putting a strain on them. They are ready to burst into action. Will the countries governments bubble be burst also? In the background lurks the Geneticist movement, challenging the very moral fabric of society. Can the government hold onto its reins, or will civilisation itself dissolve into chaos?

I'm done believing I can't do big things just because I'm a small person. Our strength is in numbers. We are the people of the world. And we have the power to change it. What problems have YOU found in the world? How do you wish to change them?

LBJ was assassinated after he refused to withdraw American troops from Vietnam. The sniper took the fired shell casing with him. The FBI believed it was a souvenir. The alleged assailant was apprehended thirty years later when modern technology led the FBI to arrest him. The fired shell casing was recovered at trial and revealed the identity of the true assassin. But was the fired shell casing really ever a souvenir? Or was it something far more sinister?

Two doctors working on the same floor share and compete for patients. One doctor increases headsize by inflating heads with cow farts, the other is an optometrist specialising in psychiatry; and he funds the protests of the anti-farters.