Cherished–Emily Maguire

December 12, 2008

Original story: Cherished, Emily Maguire
Adapted by: Sajbrfem
Changes: Pronouns and gender specific terms reversed.
Story length: Aprox 300 words.
License: Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-Share Alike 2.5 Australia License.

Cherished

This boy I hang out with sometimes wears shiny red polish, which draws attention to his ragged nails and sunless skin. Silver bikie rings squat on his stumpy fingers.
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Dreamless–Kim Wilkins

November 23, 2008

Original story: Dreamless, Kim Wilkins
Adapted by: Sajbrfem
Changes: Pronouns and gender specific terms reversed, Main character names changed to reflect common gender assumptions.
Story length: Aprox 3500 words.
License: Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-Share Alike 2.5 Australia License.

Warning: This story is written in the horror genre and contains concepts and descriptions that may be disturbing to some readers.

Dreamless
I never dreamed at all, until we moved into the wrecking yard. Old Cooch said that was wrong, that I must have dreamed but I never remembered it. I wasn’t sleeping well anymore; dipping in and out with one eye on Peanut. The world of dreams opened up to me, as though I tuned into the channel finally, after eleven years. The birds gave me the first sign.
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Scroogled – Cory Doctorow

February 27, 2008

Original story: Scroogled, by Cory Doctorow
Adapted by: Sajbrfem
Changes: Pronouns and gender specific terms reversed, Main character names changed to gender neutral names, pronouns in initial quotes unchanged.
Story length: Aprox 4500 words.
License: Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-Share Alike 3.0 License.

Scroogled

“Give me six lines written by the most honorable of men, and I will find an excuse in them to hang him.” –Cardinal Richelieu

“We don’t know enough about you.” –Google CEO Eric Schmidt

Alex landed at San Francisco International Airport at 8 p.m., but by the time she’d made it to the front of the customs line, it was after midnight. She’d emerged from first class, brown as a nut, unshaven, and loose-limbed after a month on the beach in Cabo (scuba diving three days a week, seducing French college boys the rest of the time). When she’d left the city a month before, she’d been a stoop-shouldered, potbellied wreck. Now she was a bronze goddess, drawing admiring glances from the stews at the front of the cabin.

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