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    Spring is here! Or it is supposed to be in the Northern Hemisphere. So is it inspiring you or do you need a little help? If you need help, might I suggest some new prompts?     Prompt 744 – Creative Tag – List of Words Use the following words in a story – a sea shell, a blue blanket, a snowman, a caution sign, and a bench.   Prompt 745 – Creative Tag – First Line “I’m so tired of always being the one to apologize.”   If you wrote a prompt story feel free to add the connection to it below. Enjoy! Remember to read, write, and comment.
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  1. comicfan
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    By comicfan,

    Spring is here! Or it is supposed to be in the Northern Hemisphere. So is it inspiring you or do you need a little help? If you need help, might I suggest some new prompts?

     

     

    Prompt 744 – Creative

    Tag – List of Words

    Use the following words in a story – a sea shell, a blue blanket, a snowman, a caution sign, and a bench.

     

    Prompt 745 – Creative

    Tag – First Line

    “I’m so tired of always being the one to apologize.”

     

    If you wrote a prompt story feel free to add the connection to it below. Enjoy! Remember to read, write, and comment.

  2. Mental illness and disability carry a lot of stigma, and a lot of people don’t understand it. Assumptions are made about various mental illnesses and the people who have them. And the way that we use terms related to mental illness in everyday language to describe completely different things can do a lot more harm than you think it might.

     

    This isn’t about getting offended, by the way. This is about enforcing harmful stereotypes that actually hurt people who suffer from mental illness and disability. I’m going to go over a few phrases that I’ve heard intelligent, grown up people say. This is far from the extent to which terms related to mental illness are misused, but it’s a start.

     

     

    ‘I’m so OCD about this stuff.’ 

     

    Are you really? Do you feel like if you don’t do this one little thing in exactly this way the world is going to end? Do you risk a panic attack if you deviate from your routine? For real? Because that’s what people with Obsessive Compulsive Disorder experience. You don’t have OCD; you’re pedantic or nitpicky or just really thorough. That is not the same thing. Stop it.

     

     

    ‘He’s a little autistic when it comes to music.’ 

     

    First of all, no one is ‘a little’ autistic. People are on the autism spectrum or they’re not. Secondly, being autistic is not the same as being Rain Man. Not all people with an autism spectrum disorder can pick up a skill as easily as breathing, and not all people who can pick up a skill just like that is autistic. Humans are complex. Either way, neuro-atypical people struggle so much to exist in the world we’ve created, a world that they don’t fit into because they experience things differently from how others do. Don’t diminish them.

     

     

    ‘The weather’s so bipolar!’

     

    There are a few things in the world that are bipolar. Magnets, say. But when people talk about the weather like this, they’re not talking about magnets. What this usually means is that the weather is changing rapidly. The funny thing is that that isn’t even how bipolar disorder works. Bipolar disorder isn’t the same as mood swings. In fact, most people with bipolar disorder don’t swing rapidly at all; most bipolar people have fewer than four depressive, manic, or hypomanic episodes per year. People who have more frequent episodes have what is known as ‘rapid cycling’. But we’re still talking weeks or at least days, not hours, unless you’re having a mixed episode, which is fairly rare. 

     

     

    ‘I will literally kill myself.’ 

     

    No, you won’t. I don’t think any more needs to be said about this one, other than that it’s melodramatic as fuck. Oh, and it makes people take those who actually do want to kill themselves less seriously.

     

     

    ‘Well, someone’s off their meds…’

     

    It’s true, if I get off my meds my behaviour will likely be a bit erratic. But for one, erratic behaviour does not mean a person needs to be medicated, and for another, the knowledge that you do need to be medicated really fucking sucks. I hate the fact that I will probably never not need medication. I will likely spend the rest of my life taking medication in order to function from day to day. Don’t turn that into a joke.

     

     

     

    There are others, but these were the ones that came to mind just now. When people say things like this, I never know how to respond. Calling them out on it can be really difficult, cause people get defensive about it, and I’ll end up backing down and I’ll have changed fuck-all at the cost of my own mental wellbeing. Like many other such 'debates', it’s not worth the risk. 

     

    I’m not saying you can never joke about mental illness. Not at all. As a certified lunatic, I think mental illness jokes can be hilarious. You know, provided they’re actually funny. But if you’re not a person with mental illness, don’t ignorantly use our diagnoses for punchlines. It’s not original, most of the time it’s not even funny, and it’s a dick move.

  3. How's your schedule? Spring break looming for you? Or are you just looking to crash from all the harsh winter or summer weather and need a good reason to take a break? Well, once again we have another Classic Author feature to tickle your interest and catch your eye in case you missed this early author from GA's beginning days! 

     

    Kombat Kids is set in a place very familiar to me... the Pacific Northwest. Not far from the Columbia River, this is a region with a lot of rich plant-life, varied animals of all shapes and sizes, and so many outdoor activities you don't ever have to go inside if you don't want to! The perfect setting for this story. Add in the stellar snippet of the review from Myr on Monday's feature, which you can read here if you didn't see it, and I am happy to also get to share an excerpt of this story with you to showcase just what you're missing out on if you haven't read it yet. You can also download a copy of the graphic to add to your signature if you want to share how much you enjoyed the story! 

     

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    While the adults were testing the Claymore, Justin and Tyler went looking for Sergeant Babcock. After searching the house and the Cavern level, the boys entered the garage and found the sergeant working under one of the LAV’s.

    Walking over to where his feet stuck out from under the vehicles chassis, Justin asked; “Sergeant Babcock, can we talk to you for a minute?”

    The sergeant was using a mechanics creeper to move around under the vehicle, hearing the boys question he pushed himself from under the LAV and looked up at the two boys; “Sure thing guys, what’s up?”

    Tyler took the lead; “We were told by Mr. Bateman to come find you and ask if you’d let us join the Armor Sub-Unit. We both thought about the different subs, and liked the idea of maybe being able to run one of these bad boys.”

    George Babcock looked at the two boys and saw a pair of rather short, skinny kids; “Well guys, I don’t know if you’re physically big enough to handle one of these. Even though everything is power assisted, it still takes a lot of muscle to be able maintain and operate them.”

    Tyler looked smug; “My daddy is Terry English, he owns and operates a heavy equipment sales and service company specializing in everything from light front-end loaders to D8 Cat’s. I been working with him for the last two years or so and have been helping run periodic maintenance and repair on all the vehicles brought in for work.”

    Justin nodded his head; “I haven’t had as much experience as Tyler has, but I was driving semi’s pulling flat bed trailers around the orchards up in Yakima from early last summer up until this past November. I used to watch the mechanics repair the prime movers and the Hysters when they needed it, I think I can do what needs to be done.”

    Babcock looked unconvinced; “Jump in guys, lets go for a ride.” Sergeant Babcock climbed in after the boys and moved to the drivers seat, after strapping in and making sure the boys were properly belted in, he started the LAV’s engine and drove out of the garage heading to the closed off area of the Bateman property. After moving the vehicle to a location that was relatively flat he stopped and turned the engine off. For the next fifteen minutes, he went over the controls and operation of the vehicle with the boys; “Either one of you got any questions so far? Ok who wants to try driving this rig first?”

    Justin being closer quickly moved in front of Tyler; “I do sergeant.”

    Babcock nodded and moved out of the drivers seat making room for the boy, glancing at Tyler, he noticed he had a pissed off expression on his face. “Don’t worry kid; you’ll get your chance in a little while.”

    Justin dropped in to the drivers’ seat and strapped himself in, adjusting the seat to where he was comfortable and was able to use the vision blocks efficiently. When he was ready, he looked at the sergeant; “OK to start it up sergeant?”

    Babcock chuckled; “Be my guest, have a ball.”

    Justin got a big shit eating grin on his face as the engine started on the first try. He watched the gauges, especially the ones for fuel, hydraulic pressure, battery charge, oil pressure and water temp. After his inspection of the readouts, he turned to Sergeant Babcock: “Permission to move the vehicle sergeant?”

    Babcock was amazed at the comprehensive review of the vehicles gauges Justin made to insure the vehicle was operational; “Granted.”

     

     

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  4. wildone
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    By wildone,

    So, don't tell anyone :unsure: but I think Renee missed her hour of sleep this week :gikkle: . This makes less work for me, and gives me something to tease her about 0:) . I do have to admit that I don't have a lil' one under that age of 1 that I'm tending to day in and day out, so I guess I shall forgive her :hug: Why don't we all share our love :) .

     

    On a more sad note, we have members in New Zealand that we should share our love with too :( .

     

    Monday, Renee introduced us to another featured story from our Review Team.

     

    Jump to Friday where we had not 1, not 2, not 3, but 4 prompts this week!

     

    Saturday was a celebration and milestone for Comicality, 50 GA Articles are under his belt!

     

     

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    Red Running Shoes

    by @aditus

     

    Come meet quirky, irrational, impulsive Jonah, who runs when life gets complicated. This time he is in Sicily, Italy. What else? Oh yes. He talks to Zach, his imaginary laptop friend, collects people who want to take care of him, as well as slightly possessive, manipulative boyfriends. Time for a change.

     

    Recommended by @Valkyrie

     

  5. I miss many things about Kentucky.  And though it took a while, I finally realized what it is that I truly long to experience again.

     

    Let's start with what I don't miss - the people.  Those are the most mixed bag when it comes to my thoughts of my home state.  I've met some of the most honest, hard-working, and caring people there.  Yet, I've also run into some awful apples.  They were judgmental, hardened by poverty and suffering from a lack of opportunity - all of which conspired to make some men and women folks you'd never want to know.  I know this sounds awful, but I can take or leave most of those living there.  That's not where the magic is for me.

     

    What I miss the most is the place itself.  Stepping out onto the porch in the late afternoon of July, you're hit by the humidity, temperatures in the upper eighties, and my memory of those experiences takes me right back there.

     

    But, mostly ... it's the sound.  There's nothing like that sound.  Summer in my homeland is green, vibrant, and thrumming with the constant reminder of life.  The forests of northern California, where I live now are solemn, silent cathedrals.  But Kentucky gently roars with a symphony of birds, cicadas, grasshoppers, and crickets.

     

    That's what I really miss.  I miss the symphony.

  6. Gay Authors Articles

    Comicality
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    By Comicality,

    And here we are, distinguished ladies and gentlemen! This is officially the 50th article in the 'Comsie Rambles On' series! Hehehe! I just want to take a quick second to thank you all for the likes and comments, and for offering your own touches and advice on the topics being discussed. I'm still learning too! So I love to see them! And now...let's take the first step taken towards Article #100!!! :P

    This weekend's topic took some extra effort, trying to figure out how to put it into words that people could understand. Emotion can be such an intangible idea when it comes to explaining it or trying to bring it out in a story. Not to mention the fact that methods of doing so drastically differ from author to author, and it translates differently from reader to reader. But there is a hidden essence in all this that truly connects us all together in a variety of ways...and if we learn to tap into that energy, our stories can truly create some moving moments for everybody involved, writers and readers alike.

    But how can I even approach a conversation like that?

     

    The best way, I figured, was to do so through music. Music has this incredible ability to truly affect us when we need it most, and expect it least. It takes the intangible idea of being able to emote in your writing, and makes it a little more easily absorbed. It's more than an inner concept. You can hear it. You can feel it. So I'd like to use that as my tool this week as we talk about bringing real emotion to the words we write, and how to dig even deeper once we know what were looking for.

     

    As always, the idea behind this goes back to the whole 'show, don't tell' mantra that every writer should keep going on in their heads at all times. When you're writing, always remember that it is not enough to say, "My main character is sad." Let your main character's inner thoughts, sullen actions, and painful dialogue, display that. If done right, the sentence, "He/She was sad," shouldn't have to be mentioned. Instead, concentrate on what's going on around that character. What led up to that moment? What might happen after that moment? How does this take the story in a 'sad' direction? If your readers have been absorbing all the details around this particular event or the circumstances surrounding this character, then their empathy should kick in and they'll feel sad for him or her without you having to 'tell' them that they should. It's like seeing a well decorated slice of cheesecake behind the counter at your local bakery. Hehehe, nobody has to 'tell' you it's going to be delicious! You can look at it, you can smell it, you begin to salivate at the very thought of it. (Ugh...now I want some cheesecake!)

     

    But this connection between you and your audience comes from digging really deep to the very core of the emotions that you're trying to convey in your story. And that takes practice. Not just skill, as I'm certain you all have the skill, without a doubt. But practice. It takes time to really drudge up those emotions and memories and personal experiences that you might be drawing from to create that particular scene, and then put it into words. You have to 'feel' it, so your readers can feel it. I can, honestly, say that I've sat at this keyboard with tears in my eyes MANY times, myself, while writing some of the more painful moments in my stories. And while it may be emotionally draining, and it might force me to take a break from time to time...the effect that it had on my readers worked out even better than I ever could have imagined it would have. Hehehe, so...I guess you could say that I was proud to depress so many people at once. The sadist that I am! LOL!

     

    But this comes from being able to really understand emotion in general, being able to relate to it from times in your life when you felt the same way, and then bringing that to the surface. Because, at its deepest level...I think we really have the ability to all relate to the shared experience of life itself. We've all been heartbroken at one time in our life. We've all been angry, we've all been scared, we've all been head over heels in love with someone, we've all been full of joy and fireworks. It might have been on different levels or for different reasons, but believe me...a 14 year old boy who got a Playstation 4 this past Christmas and a 65 year old man who got that first shiny bicycle in the store window when he was a kid BOTH understand the same kind of joy and surprise that comes with that. The bike or the video game isn't the connection. The JOY is the connection. And you can touch the hearts of an infinitely wide range of readers once you teach yourself to make that part your focus.

     

    So where does the 'music' come in, Comsie?

     

    I want you guys to listen to a few songs down below that I chose specifically for this article. I want you to think about how these songs make you feel inside. The voice. The lyrics. The instrumental arrangements. And more importantly, how they all fit together. These were meant to 'move' you. They are presenting a particular feeling and guiding you to sympathize and possibly end up feeling the same way. Try to let go and feel what it wants you to feel. What is it doing to you? Why are you suddenly feeling something that you weren't feeling before the story started?

     

    This is a South Korean artist by the name of So Hyang. Now, a friend of mine shared this with me last year, and she is being hailed as one of the most emotionally moving singers in the WORLD right now. Naturally, I was skeptical. I mean...the world? Really? Ummm...but I have to admit, she is pretty damn moving to say the least. What starts off as a really cool, soft, and pleasant song...ends up as a near religious experience by the time it's over. She's about as close to a living, breathing, Disney princess, as you can get. Hehehe, I just listened to this again a couple of minutes ago, and I feel really good now! :P

    Give it a listen...

     

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    Hehehe! Did you feel that? Maybe a little bit? Maybe a lot?

     

    Now, when you think about the song itself and her performance of it...how did it affect you, emotionally? And why do you think that is?

     

    No matter whether you're a singer, actor, writer, painter, or architect...the unique value of your art comes from your personal 'choices'. For a singer, it comes from knowing when to draw a note out, or to cut it short. To reach a higher tone, or a lower one. These choices may be pre-planned or totally subconscious and spontaneous...but it is those choice that personalizes the song to them and them alone. Writing is no different.

     

    Can you move someone with text on a screen the same way that song might move you with visuals and audio and expert arrangements? YES! You can do all that, and a LOT more, in fact! Because the people reading your story have more than a few minutes to spend with the characters and themes that you're hitting them with. If anything, your writing should be able to touch them on a level that a three to five minute song can't reach. And while it may not be as immediately devoured as a song or a movie...the impact can be just as powerful. Just like these singers, you, as an author, have a 'voice'. Your choices will make your story relatable and unique to everyone who lays eyes upon it. It's all in how you communicate the emotion that you're looking to broadcast to your audience.

    I think that there's something 'unspoken' between us all that can be instantly discovered when an artist presses the right button or finds the right trigger. Something about hearing that song above touched me. It connected to something within me that I might have buried or forgotten about. An old memory? An emotional experience? A faded dream? A release for some bottled up feelings that I never faced or dealt with properly? Who knows? But something about this particular song made contact with a deeper part of me. It went searching for certain emotional strings...and then gave them a little 'tug'. THAT'S the power of being able to emote with your work. You can have all the vocal skill and training in the world, perfect pitch, breath control, and the best sound equipment that money can buy...but it's the emotional connection that will always make your work stand out over everything else. There's a spark, an untitled glow, to it that can't be faked, manufactured, or imitated. I believe that emotion easily separates a really good story from a GREAT story. One that your readers will never forget.

     

    Like I said, it takes practice. It takes exposure. And sometimes, it's going to be exposure to feelings and memories that you may not want to relive or dwell on for any length of time...but the more experienced you become with experiencing those feelings, firsthand, the easier it will be to project those feelings through the characters in your story. Spend some time thinking about it. Take a moment, and think about that very first time that you really got your heartbroken. Go back to that time in your life...the pain, the tears, the denial, the acceptance...honestly approach those feelings, and think about how you (at that particular moment in your life) would have to explain how you were feeling. Put it in focus. "I felt like my heart had been torn in half by someone I trusted." Good! Put that in your story! "I was so ANGRY that he cheated on me!" Great! Put that in your story! "I wish I never met her! It was like she destroyed my whole life!" Excellent! Take those emotions, and tell that story through the eyes of your main character!

     

    I won't lie...sometimes it hurts. It does. I've dealt with some really painful moments in my life through my stories. From "My Only Escape" to "Save Or Sacrifice" to "Never Again"...I had to draw from some pretty disturbing memories in order to write those out. But it can be a truly therapeutic experience when it's all said and done. I don't know...tears are good for the soul and all that. :P

    But the more you sort of dig around in that wound, the more you pick at that scab...the more you begin to get a clear understanding of the subtle differences involved when dealing with one emotion or another.

     

    In the two songs below...they are both dealing with heartbreak. Someone that you love who is now attempting to be happy with someone else. Now, hearing that part of the emotional description, one would think that the songs would be pretty similar to one another. "I love you. You left me behind. I can't let go." They both deal with loss. They both deal with a mixture of pain and anger...so, I guess 'painger'! Hehehe! However, give them both a listen. The emotion and the theme is the same, but lyrically and emotionally...they're both sending out a very different message. Sad, yes. But the Yebba song is a bit more determined. She seems like she's in pain, but there's a certain feeling of strength and empowerment in her delivery. I can feel the pain in her performance. But she's still standing strong, despite her being so close to breaking down.

     

    However, in Conor Maynard's highly emotional cover of Drake's 'Marvin's Room', he seems a bit more somber. More defeated. It feels more like he's trying to maintain some kind of strength, but he's struggling through it. It's almost like he's lost as to whether he's going to make it or not.

     

    And is he crying? it almost looks like he was crying! Geez! Where was this coming from? I think he was 17 when he covered this, so...recent heartbreak maybe? Who knows?

    Anyway, you can tell two completely different stories from this subtle difference alone. One of someone getting over a massive heartbreak, or one of someone being crushed by it. Put yourself in both situations. Feel it in your heart. And think about how you would put those feelings into words when your characters are going through something similar.

     

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    The thing to remember is to always draw from your personal truth. Somebody out there has been through the same things that you have struggled through in your life, and when you make that connection...when you find a way tug on that heart string...the reader/writer dynamic becomes a symbiotic experience. When you dig deep enough...you're no longer just telling your story, but their story as well. You reach out and you actually 'touch' a part of them that they didn't even know was there.

     

    Hehehe, I didn't mean for that to sound anywhere NEAR as perverted as it did!

     

    The subtle changes on one side of the emotion or another comes from the words you use, and the way you describe the plight of your character. If you want to empower them, your word usage should reflect that. The tone should be different. Convey strength through your descriptions and vocabulary. If you want them broken and hurt beyond repair...change the way you describe their handling of the situation. You wouldn't describe both sides in the same way in real life if it were happening to you. So don't do it that way in your stories. Pay attention to the difference. A sentence or two can make a huge difference in how your readers perceive your protagonist's state of mind. And that state of mind can be the rise or fall of an emotionally potent scene in your project.

     

    These next two songs show a slightly different take on the idea of misery. Just...plain misery. Now, this first one will always have a special place in my heart. Johnny Cash and his wife, the love of his life, passed away about 4 months apart from each other. After losing her, he said that his music was all he had left, and he made this cover of 'Hurt', originally from Nine Inch Nails' album, 'Downward Spiral'. This was the last video he ever filmed before he died, and the flashbacks to a long life of entertaining and basically being country music's number one badass, mixed with the heartbreaking lyrics, is sure to twist a few hearts here and there when watching it.

     

    The second video, however, is more 'angst' than misery. You watch the video and listen to the song, and while Alessia Cara is 'miserable' where she is, it has a totally different vibe to it. She isn't sad about it. She just doesn't want to be there. I remember seeing this for the first time and thinking, "Omigod, I remember being like that at a party!" I'm supposed to be having fun, but...I'm just not into this at all. I'd uch rather be somewhere else. Anywhere else.

     

    Again, these songs have different tones to them. The inspire different emotions and therefore need to be treated differently in order to connect to different people. It all depends on what you're looking to broadcast with the picture you're painting for your readers at that moment.

     

    Will it be Johnny Cash, a dark place with a slightly optimistic outlook? Or an Alessia Cara party place with a slightly darker, isolated, outlook?

     

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    Now, emotions don't all have to be sad and depressing! Hehehe! Of course not! Evoking emotion comes in the form of love and joy and blissful happiness as well! So, don't think that you have to have some kind of heavy drama going on in order to explain making an emotional connection with your audience. Some of my more lighthearted stories are extremely fun for me to write as well. "Kiss Of An Angel", "Jesse-101", and others have given me a few giggles and good vibes, typing them out. But still...joy is an emotion that you want to push forward when you're writing your story. Let your readers feel it like YOU feel it. Right?

     

    The slight shift in these two videos below is expressed mostly through an 'internal' and 'external' version of joy. Both by the same artist, same voice, same theme. However, in the first song (Which ALWAYS makes me smile when I hear it! Hehehe!) is all about feeling good. It has the kind of feeling that you get when you just wake up, the sun is shining, you've got the day to yourself, and everything is AWESOME! This is an internal joy. Nothing can touch you. It can't bother you. It just makes you feel good inside! The music, the lyrics...everything about it is all sunshine and good vibes!

    The second, while having the same theme, is more external. It's sharing that joy with other people. It's inspiring. It tells you that you can feel just as amazing as she does, if you only shrug off the bullshit and realize how beautiful you really are. (A song that I desperately needed to hear when it first came out and I was feeling down. Because...sighhh...'the internet'!) Both of these themes can connect to readers in a way that will keep them smiling until their cheeks hurt while reading your work. And that is what is going to make your writing memorable. It's more than a story. It's an experience. Something that they can go back to when they want to feel that way again. Something that they can share with a friend or family member when they're in need of connecting to that happiness the same way that they did.

     

    If only you knew how much power you had when it comes to affecting people on an emotional level. You really can change lives with what you write. One emotion at a time.

     

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    So, there we go! Emote control! It's not about me telling you what to write or how to write it. You all have the talent and the passion to figure it out for yourselves. Your very presence here proves that. This is just meant to shine a spotlight on a few things that you may have a feel for, but never really pay attention to. It's there. Many writers think about emotions in terms of joy, sadness, anger, jealousy, and indifference. But there are infinite shades of grey in between. Combinations and lethal cocktails and conflicting ideologies, that you can personalize and use to your story's benefit. But the first step is diving into those emotions, feeling them fully, and attempting to figure out how they work for you and for your readers. Learn the subtle shifts from one to another. Teach yourself how to deescalate or intensify those emotions at will. And, as always...practice, practice, practice.

     

    I've been doing this for almost 21 years now...and I still find new blind spots that I didn't pay attention to before. So get familiar with your own hearts, and go out there to give them your best. Do it better than I did.

     

    Thanks for the love and support you guys! I hope the music/writing comparison helped to get my point across. Like I said, it's kind of a hard thing to put into words. I love you all! And I'll see you next weekend with more!

     

    Also...one more...

     

    If you think you can't find the emotional power within yourself, check out the video below. This is a Latin pop artist, Abraham Mateo. He made this back when he was only TWELVE years old! How a twelve year old was able to tap into such heartfelt emotion is a complete mystery to me! But listen all the way through. By the end of this song, its like, "Who IS this kid???" It just takes passion, effort, and practice. That's it. If he can do it...you can too.

     

    Best of luck!

     

    Emote7

     

  7. Going through chemo I haven't minded too much the physical changes happening. Well showering when my hair was falling out was a nightmare - very fine hairs that I could feel but not get off.

     

    How others are reacting is getting to me. At work I've had to report two cancer survivors to administration. Both tried to offer me support, before I had announced my cancer. One chose to discuss it in the public bathroom where students were present. The other thought it was a great idea to tell me her horrible experience with the IV port on the day I was getting the port, then the day before my first infusion with it.

     

    There are also all the people wanting to pat me somewhere. I understand the need to touch. But chemo doesn't just kill cancer and hair follicles. It also kills bone marrow cells, the ones making blood cells. So chemo patients get sick and bruise easily. 

     

    Now I have complete strangers wanting to give me blessed or annointed religious objects, while I'm on my cell phone.

     

  8. Starring Jason Momoa as Arthur/Aquaman, Amber Heard as Mera, Willem Dafoe as Vulko, Patrick Wilson as King Orm/Ocean Master, Nicole Kidman as Atlanna, and Yahya Abdul-Mateen II as Manta. It was directed by the wonderfully talented James Wan, the creator of the Saw Franchise.

     

    Aquaman takes place shortly after the events of Justice League. This bit of information seemed to be slipped in right away to make sure we all know this is part of the DCEU. But just as Wonder Woman carved her own path away from the sadness that was Man Of Steel, Batman V Superman, and Justice League with a story that focused on plot supported by CGI, Aquaman at its core, is a character driven film that made me care about the characters and their journey.

     

    Aquaman lives somewhere between the dark vision of Zack Snyder and the playfulness of Patty Jenkins, taking elements from both while carving a visually stunning film. I would venture a guess that the script was heavily rewritten multiple times attempting to course correct after the tepid reception of the Znyderverse and the sheer fun factor of Wonder Woman. The downside to what I am assuming is heavy rewrites, leaves us with a film that doesn’t seem to know what its suppose to be sometimes from moment to moment.

    Is it a light-hearted underwater tale with horrible dad jokes or a morality tale of sons paying for the sins of their fathers? As I type this, I still can’t tell you what this movie is about.

    In one of the darker moments of the film, Arthur takes out a bunch of pirates as they try to steal a submarine. While this sequence is visually stunning and really showcases the raw power Arthur can command, Arthur allows the father of one of the pirates to drown, thus creating one of the major villains in Aquaman’s cannon.

     

    This act really shocked me, as it was hard for me to believe that considering Arthur’s own mother was killed when he was young, that he could dismiss the pleas of a son to save his drowning father so flippantly.

     

    This sequence reminded me how I felt while watching Black Panther last year. Like Killmonger, Manta has a great back-story and a reason for revenge that makes his story arc believable and compelling.

     

    And in almost the next scene, Arthur and his father are in a bar drinking beer for breakfast when several scary biker looking guys approach them. This scene is played for suspense at first, when one of the guys barks out, ‘are you him’. Arthur turns around and for a moment, you think it’s about to go down. Then the scary biker looking guy exclaims out like an excited child that he wants a picture of Aquaman. This is like five minutes after Arthur kills numerous pirates on the submarine. And to make it a bit worse, there is a collage of Arthur drinking beer and taking photos with the scary bikers.

    The transitions between the dark and light moments happens so fast it was rather jarring at times. Yet Amber Heard was delightful as Mera, and has one of the coolest powers in the movie. Mera is far from being a damsel in distress. Not only does she stand toe to toe with Aquaman, but manages to save him numerous times and is a complete badass in her own right. Amber’s performance is well-rounded as I’ve seen in a long time. Plus, she’s a great strong female character for young teens.

     

    Orm makes a great villain and is almost underplayed by the talented Patrick Wilson. Though his motivation flips between his hatred towards Arthur whom he blames for the death of his mother and his hatred for the surface dwellers that has polluted the worlds oceans. I did find it a bit odd that his hatred for Arthur seemed misplaced as it would make more sense to hate his father who ordered the death of his mother.

     

    Take away the over the head message of the dangers of pollution, the jumps between light-hearted dad jokes, and brooding craziness, the core of the film is entertaining and I would recommend you watch it as the CGI is breathtaking.  

  9. quokka
    Latest Entry

    Hello my faithful readers, just letting you know that I am currently in the city of Darwin, in the Northern Territory Of Australia, after completing a three day and two night.experience on the Ghan train from Adelaide in the South to the Northern capital of Darwin, which is a 2720 kilometre journey.

    Saw some incredible sights, and I hope to include my experiences in future stories. The Ghan train had a total of two engines and 38 carriages and it was 902 metres long.

    Regards Preston, aka Quokka

  10. Please join us in congratulating Mike Arram on becoming GA's newest Classic Author! @Mike Arram has been writing and posting stories on the Internet for many years, and we're pleased to announce that he's now started to also post them here at Gay Authors. Mike Arram is the author of The Peacher stories, The Crown of Tassilo, as well as the first story he's posting here, Terre Nouvelle.

     

    Checking out Mike's bio, we learn that even as a child and then into adulthood, he has an amazing imagination to create worlds and characters to fulfill them. Some with a touch of royalty or pagentry, some with a touch of sci-fi, more than a few gay characters, it all adds to the escape that readers find themselves absorbed in.

     

    As Mike says, 'My characters live in that alternative place as well as in the alternative worlds.'

     

    Leave a note here to congratulate Mike Arram on his promotion, and then check out his stories here!

  11. Mikiesboy
    Latest Entry

    I was out with Michael last week, in a local grocery store and while He was looking at poppadoms ... i wandered off. 

     

    Wow, i found pickled garlic. Pickled garlic if you've never had it, is a wonderful thing. Delicious with a steak, a good sandwich or served with antipasto or just cold cuts. 

    But i digress, this store, which has ideas above its station, had small jars of pickled garlic on SALE for $7.99. I mean if there were two full heads of garlic in there i'd be surprised. The regular price is $10.99.

     

    Mmmm, i wanted some.  But this boy is not paying that price.

     

    Fresh pickles are a glorious food. They are still recognizable as what they were. Cucumber still has it's clean flavour, onions are still aromatic and garlic is garlic just mellower.  I often quickly pickle some red onion to have with burgers or on curry. You only need a few hours, the produce of course, and a few basic ingredients.  Things like mustard seed, fennel seed, whole black peppercorns, red pepper flakes, red or white vinegar and some sugar. 

     

    All those are nice but i often don't have them, well except the peppercorns (always grind your own pepper!!).  So i make the pickling liquid from what i have.. sometimes water, vinegar, pepper and sugar. If i have whole seed mustard i add a bit, or even just some ballpark or Dijon... just a teaspoon or so. 

     

    Pack your sliced onion, or cucumbers or nice garlic (buy the freshest you can find) peeled of course into a heat proof jar. Pour the pickling liquid over the top. Put on the lid and stick it in the fridge.  In a few hours... heaven.  There is a basic recipe below but add a bay leaf and a couple of peppercorns if that is all you have in...

     

    I'd recommend dropping the garlic cloves into a bit of boiling water and cooking for 3 minutes.  Then pack in a heatproof jar. Then add the following to small saucepan and boil until  the sugar disolves. Then pour over your garlic:

     

    ·        ⅔ cup water

    ·        ⅓ cup white or red vinegar

    ·        ¼ cup sugar

    ·        1¼ teaspoons kosher salt

    ·        ½ teaspoon whole black peppercorns

    ·        ½ teaspoon mustard seeds

    ·        ½ teaspoon fennel seeds

    ·        ½ teaspoon crushed red pepper

    Refrigerate the jar(s) for up to a month.

     

    But don't keep it... eat it!!   The above can be used for any pickled vegetable. These need to be in the fridge and eaten. They will not last like your jar of Vlasics !!

     

    Enjoy ... Make your own food!

     

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    1. Only Once Away My Son (Brian Eno) - Main Title: Waking up to the end of the world
    2. Shelter (darkDARK) - The Shelter’s Theme
    3. (Don’t Fear) The Reaper (HIM) - We Could Become Like They Are
    4. Purgatory (Digital Daggers) - The Realities of the Shelter
    5. The Dead Are Dumb (Nothing) -  Not so much . . .
    6. Teenagers (My Chemical Romance) - When in doubt, blame the kids . . .
    7. Wicked Game (HIM) - Finding Love In The Death
    8. The Crow (Hurts) - The Plague Theme
    9. Somebody To Die For (Hurts) - The Truth of Boys and Heroes
    10. Apocalypse (Cigarettes After Sex) - Life Found Where Lips Touch
    11. Your Pain Is Mine Now (Title Fight) - Pain Shared Is Love Found
    12. Soma Dreams (Rhian Sheehan) - Making Out In A Dark Place
    13. No Longer Making Time (Slowdive) - Time Grows Short
    14. Heroes (Depeche Mode Cover of Bowie) - A Man Going To The Wall
    15. Bravado (Rush) - Against All Odds, Odds Against All
    16. Zombie Apocalypse (Base Case) - Battle For The Shelter
    17. Zombie Killer (Rob Bailey and the Hustle Standard) - ‘If They’re Already Dead, You Can’t Call Them Casualties’
    18. Subhuman (Throbbing Gristle) — Descending Into Madness
    19. Whispers (Vancouver Sleep Clinic) - When Walker Speaks
    20. Ruin (So Below) - Nowhere Is Safe
    21. Departure (Hundredth) - Making An Escape
    22. Leave Me Behind (No Sun) - Sacrifices Along The Way
    23. Survive (Chelsea Wolfe) - Finding The Will To Survive
    24. Disintegration (Chromatics) - Looking For A World That Is Gone
    25. The Dead Next Door (Billy Idol) - ‘You and me and the Dead next door’

     

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    Only Once Away My Son (Brian Eno) - 

    Main Title: Waking up to the end of the world

     

    Apocalyptic Instrumental

     

    Shelter (darkDARK) - The Shelter’s Theme

     

    I keep trying to take Shelter . . .

     

    (Don’t Fear) The Reaper (HIM) - We Could Become Like They Are

     

    All our times have come

    Here, but now they're gone

    The seasons don't fear the Reaper

    Nor do the wind, the sun or the rain

     

    And we can be like they are

     

    Come on, baby... Don't fear the Reaper

    Baby, take my hand... Don't fear the Reaper

    We'll be able to fly... Don't fear the Reaper

    Baby, I'm your man...

     

    Valentine is done

    Here, but now they're gone

    Romeo and Juliet

    Are together in eternity...

    Romeo and Juliet

     

    40, 000 men and women every day...

    Like Romeo and Juliet

    40, 000 men and women every day...

    Redefine happiness

    Another 40, 000 coming every day...

     

    We can be like they are

     

    Come on, baby... Don't fear the Reaper

    Baby, take my hand... Don't fear the Reaper

    We'll be able to fly... Don't fear the Reaper

    Baby, I'm your man...

     

    Love of two is one

    Here, but now they're gone

    Came last night of sadness

    It was clear we couldn't go on

    The door was opened and the wind appeared

    The candles blew and then disappeared

    The curtains flew and then he appeared

     

    Saying, "Don't be afraid"

     

    Come on, baby... And we had no fear

    And we ran to him... Then we started to fly

    We looked backward and said goodbye

    We had become like they are

    We had taken his hand

    We had become like they are

     

    Come on, baby... Don't fear the Reaper

     

    Purgatory (Digital Daggers) - The Realities Of The Shelter

     

    Bleak Instrumental

     

    The Dead Are Dumb (Nothing) -  Not so much . . .

     

    Always try to keep up 

    Always fall behind 

    Belly pains 

    And headaches 

    Inside you 

     

    Isn’t it quite the same 

    And isn’t it such a shame 

    Too heavy for the lightness 

    But weightless in the rain 

    All our words are wasted 

     

    Never fails to fail me 

    Never say never 

    Loathing phase 

    Self-inflicted pain 

    I’d never 

    Oh, I’d never

     

    Teenagers (My Chemical Romance) - When in doubt, blame the kids . . .

     

    They're gonna clean up your looks

    With all the lies in the books

    To make a citizen out of you

    Because they sleep with a gun

    And keep an eye on you, son

    So they can watch all the things you do

     

    Because the drugs never work

    They're gonna give you a smirk

    'Cause they got methods of keepin' you clean

    They gonna rip up your heads

    Your aspirations to shreds

    Another cog in the murder machine

     

    They said all

    Teenagers scare

    The living shit out of me

    They could care less

    As long as someone'll bleed

    So darken your clothes

    Or strike a violent pose

    Maybe they'll leave you alone

    But not me

     

    The boys and girls in the clique

    The awful names that they stick

    You're never gonna fit in much, kid

    But if you're troubled and hurt

    What you got under your shirt

    Will make them pay for the things that they did

     

    They said all

    Teenagers scare

    The living shit out of me

    They could care less

    As long as someone'll bleed

    So darken your clothes

    Or strike a violent pose

    Maybe they'll leave you alone

    But not me

     

    Oh yeah

     

    They said all

    Teenagers scare

    The living shit out of me

    They could care less

    As long as someone'll bleed

    So darken your clothes

    Or strike a violent pose

    Maybe they'll leave you alone

    But not me

     

    All together now

     

    Teenagers scare

    The living shit out of me

    They could care less

    As long as someone'll bleed

    So darken your clothes

    Or strike a violent pose

    Maybe they'll leave you alone

    But not me

     

    Teenagers scare

    The living shit out of me

    They could care less

    As long as someone'll bleed

    So darken your clothes

    Or strike a violent pose

    Maybe they'll leave you alone

    But not me

     

    Wicked Game (HIM) - Finding Love In The Death

     

    The world was on fire, no-one could save me but you

    It's strange what desire will make foolish people do

    I'd never dreamed that I'd need somebody like you

    And I'd never dreamed that I'd need somebody like you

     

    No I don't want to fall in love

    This world is always gonna brake your heart

    No I don't want to fall in love

    This world is always gonna brake your heart,

    with you

     

    What a wicked game to play

    To make me feel this way

    What a wicked thing to do

    To let me dream of you

    What a wicked thing to say

    You never felt this way

    What a wicked thing you do

    To make me dream of you

     

    No I don't want to fall in love

    This world is always gonna brake your heart

    No I don't want to fall in love

    This world is always gonna brake your heart,

    with you

     

    The world was on fire, no-one could save me but you

    It's strange what desire will make foolish people do

    No and I never dreamed that I'd love somebody like you

    I'll never dream that I lose somebody like you, no

     

    Now I want to fall in love

    This world is always gonna brake your heart

    Now I want to fall in lust

    This world is always gonna brake your heart,

    with you

     

    Nobody loves no-one

     

    The Crow (Hurts) - The Plague Theme

     

    Golden days 

    Are so far away

    There’s a black rain

    Up above

    Out on the wind 

    You hear her call

    She’s under your skin

    And you drift away

     

    She spreads her wings 

    When she’s gonna fly

    The Crow…

    If you make her sing 

    When she’s coming 

    She will let you know

     

    Her frozen hand

    Takes your breath away

    As she leads your soul

    Through the dark

    You know that she came

    To break your heart

    But on then she moves

    You fall in love again

     

    She spreads her wings

    When she’s gonna fly…

    The Crow

    If you make her sing

    When she’s coming

    She will let you know

     

    She spreads her wings

    And they black out the sun

    You won’t hear her sing

    And she’ll leave

    When the damage is done

     

    Cold heart

    Warm gun

    A dying sun

    Bright eyes

    Black soul

    She’ll never let you go

     

    And she spreads her winds

    When she’s gonna fly…

    The Crow

    If you make her sing

    When she’s coming

    She will let you know

     

    She spreads her wings

    And they black out the sun

    You won’t hear her sing

    And she’ll leave

    When the damage is done

     

     Somebody To Die For (Hurts) - The Truth of Boys and Heroes

     

    I could drag you from the ocean

    I could pull you from the fire

    And when you're standing in the shadow,

    I could open up the sky

    And I could give you my devotion, until the end of time

     

    And you will never be forgotten, 

    With me by your side

     

    And I don't need this life

    I just need . . .

    Oh oh oh

     

    I've got nothing left to live for

    Got no reason yet to die

    But when I'm standing in the gallows

    I'll be staring at the sky

    Because no matter where they take me

    In death I will survive

     

    And I will never be forgotten

    With you by my side

     

    Cause I don't need this life

    I just need

    Somebody to die for

    Somebody to cry for

    When I'm lonely

     

    When I'm staring in the fire

    I will look him in the eye

    And I will let the devil know that 

    I was brave enough to die

    And there's no hell that he can show me

    Deeper than my pride

     

    Cause I will never be forgotten 

    Forever I'll fight

     

    And I don't need this life

    I just need

    Somebody to die for

    Somebody to cry for

    When I'm lonely

     

    And I don't need this life

    I just need

    Somebody to die for

    Somebody to cry for

    When I'm lonely

     

    Don't go gentle into that good night

    Rage on against the dying light

     

     Apocalypse (Cigarettes After Sex) - Life Found Where Lips Touch

     

    You leapt from crumbling bridges watching cityscapes turn to dust

    Filming helicopters crashing in the ocean from way above

     

    Got the music in you baby,

    Tell me why

    Got the music in you baby,

    Tell me why

    You’ve been locked in here forever & you just can’t say goodbye

     

    Kisses on the foreheads of the lovers wrapped in your arms

    You’ve been hiding them in hollowed out pianos left in the dark…

     

    Your lips,

    My lips,

    Apocalypse

     

    Go & sneak us through the rivers,

    Flood is rising up on your knees

    Oh please…

    Come out & haunt me

    I know you want me

    Come out & haunt me

     

    Sharing all your secrets with each other since you were kids

    Sleeping soundly with the locket that she gave you clutched in your fist…

     

    When you’re all alone

    I will reach for you

    When you’re feeling low

    I will be there too

     

     Your Pain Is Mine Now (Title Fight) - Pain Shared Is Love Found

     

    Swept in like a dream

    Drew the sting

    Then I died

    White light trembling

    Shadows bring

    Tears to eyes

     

    Twisted in a summer mist

    Burned alive a while

    Wrestled with your loneliness

    Echoed from a wire

     

    Gatling gun

    Your pain is mine now

    See-through smoke

    Clouds warping around 

    I know you're scared

    Don't cry your eyes out

    Gatling gun

    Under your spell now

     

    Swirling through a tunnel view 

    Tangled in the dark

    Flirting with a kiss of death

    A canopy of stars

    You'll sleep beneath them

    I'm in your room

    I am your nightmare

    I am the moon

     

    Cry

    Die

    Boo hoo

    Boo hoo

     

    Gatling gun

    Your pain is mine now

    See-through smoke

    Clouds warping around 

    I know you're scared

    Don't cry your eyes out

    Gatling gun

    Under your spell now

     

    Gatling gun

    Your pain is mine now

    See-through smoke

    Clouds warping around 

    I know you're scared

    Don't cry your eyes out

    Gatling gun

    Under your spell now

     

     Soma Dreams (Rhian Sheehan) - Making Out In A Dark Place

     

    Light and Sensual Instrumental

     

     No Longer Making Time (Slowdive) - Time Grows Short

     

    Come anyway

    Say you're clean, you like it that way

    You got a new boy

    He keeps it light, you like it that way

    Who cares anyway

    Oh lord I remember the days

    And all those nights

    When you wanted so much more

     

    Honey, don't wait too long

    We're no longer making time

    Forever we'll be

    Together, we breathe

    No longer for too run

     

    Come anyway

    Come on down in your

    Green eyed way

    Comes and it goes

    You come around and I don't know why

    Just lovers and life

    Common ground, Yeah there's no surprise

    Just holding your arms

    Holding on till the fear, It goes

     

    Honey, don't wait too long

    We're no longer making time

    Forever we'll be

    Together, we breathe

    No longer for too run

     

    Who cares anyway

    Oh Lord, I remember those days

    And all those nights

    Holding on till the fear, it goes

     

     Heroes (Depeche Mode Bowie Cover) - A Man Going To The Wall

     

    I, I will be king

    And you, you will be queen

    Though nothing will drive them away

    We can beat them, just for one day

    We can be Heroes, just for one day

     

    And you, you can be mean

    And I, I'll drink all the time

    'Cause we're lovers, and that is a fact

    Yes we're lovers, and that is that

    Though nothing, will keep us together

    We could steal time, just for one day

    We can be Heroes, forever and ever

     

    What d'you say?

    I, I wish you could swim

    Like the dolphins, like dolphins can swim

    Though nothing, nothing will keep us together

    We can beat them, forever and ever

    Oh we can be Heroes, just for one day

     

    I, I will be king

    And you, you will be queen

    Though nothing will drive them away

    We can be Heroes, just for one day

    We can be us, just for one day

     

    I, I can remember (I remember)

    Standing, by the wall (by the wall)

    And the guns, shot above our heads (over our heads)

    And we kissed, as though nothing could fall (nothing could fall)

    And the shame, was on the other side

    Oh we can beat them, forever and ever

    Then we could be Heroes, just for one day

     

    We can be Heroes

    We can be Heroes

    We can be Heroes

    Just for one day

     

    We can be Heroes

     

    We're nothing, and nothing will help us

    Maybe we're lying, then you better not stay

    But we could be safer, just for one day

    Oh-oh-oh-ohh, oh-oh-oh-ohh, just for one day

     

     Bravado (Rush) - Against All Odds, Odds Against All

     

    If we burn our wings 

    Flying too close to the sun 

    If the moment of glory 

    Is over before it's begun 

    If the dream is won -- 

    Though everything is lost 

    We will pay the price, 

    But we will not count the cost 

     

    When the dust has cleared 

    And victory denied 

    A summit too lofty 

    River a little too wide 

    If we keep our pride 

    Though paradise is lost 

    We will pay the price, 

    But we will not count the cost 

     

    And if the music stops 

    There's only the sound of the rain 

    All the hope and glory, 

    All the sacrifice in vain 

    And if love remains 

    Though everything is lost 

    We will pay the price, 

    But we will not count the cost

     

     Zombie Apocalypse (Base Case) - Battle For The Shelter

     

    Dubstep Nightmare

     

     Zombie Killer (Rob Bailey and the Hustle Standard) - 

    ‘If They’re Already Dead, You Can’t Call Them Casualties’

     

    Special forces, black ops

    It won't go down

    On our watch

    Slowmo killin'

    Slowmo killin'

    Battle tested and battle ready

    For the biggest fight of our lives

    (You know we're ready!)

    The few, the proud, the deadly

    Hold strong and hold steady

    It's the zombie apocalypse, boys

    Whole life come to this moment

    This is what I'm made for

    Don't come close cuz' I…

    might not hold back

    might blow the whole place, one match

    I know I won't hold back

    Every mother fxcker going…

    down, down, down, d-down, down

    Every… every mother fxcker going…

    down, down, d-down, down, down-d-d

    Every last one going… DOWN

    I was fxcking made for this

    I'm a ZOMBIE KILLER!

    I WAS FXCKING MADE FOR THIS!

    I'm a ZOMBIE KILLER!

     

    Hours on days

    Load-loading

    Aim-aiming

    High levels of ghost weapon training

    Hand-to-hand combat

    Street warfare (YEAH!)

    We can go there

    Our team is stacked

    We got heros-on heros-on heros

    Fearless

    And we're coming to your area

    Cuz' we're here to SAVE AMERICA!

    Every mother fxcker going…

    down, down, down, down, down

    Every… every mother fxcker going…

    down, down, d-down, down, down-d-d

    Every last one going… DOWN

    I was fxcking made for this

     

    I'm a ZOMBIE KILLER!

    I WAS FXCKING MADE FOR THIS!

    I'm a ZOMBIE KILLER!

     

    Yo… yo

    Hand me that kill, Cliff

    Son, their drainin' my energy

    Out here got me depending on my enemies

    Man, you know what I'm about

    Got that zombie mentality

    Take a zombie head

    And hang it right above my mantle piece

    Snipin' mother fxckers… casually

     

    If they're already dead

    Can't call 'em causalities

     

    In the day I'm all good

    Night i don't lose sleep

    I was fxcking made for this

    A zombie killin' fiend

     

    I was fxcking made for this

    I'm a ZOMBIE KILLER!

    I was fxcking made for this

    I'm a ZOMBIE KILLER!

    I was fxcking made for this

    I'm a ZOMBIE KILLER!

    I was fxcking made for this

    I'm a ZOMBIE KILLER!

    Every mother fxcker going… down

    Every mother fxcker going… down

    This is my entire unit…

    my entire unit

    This is my entire unit…

    right here

    This is my entire unit…

    this is my unit

    This is my entire unit…

    right here

    Slowmo killin'

    Slowmo killin'

    Cuz' we're here to save A…

    Cuz' we're here to save A…

    Cuz' we're here to SAVE AMERICA!

    Every mother fxcker going…

    down, down, down, down, down

    Every… every mother fxcker going…

    (I was fxcking made for this) down, down, d-down, down, down-d-d

    (I'm a ZOMBIE KILLER!) down, down, d-down, down, down-d-d

     

     Subhuman (Throbbing Gristle) — Descending Into Madness

     

    Subhuman Subhuman!

     

    I see you grunting

    I see you grunting

     

    Subhuman Subhuman!

     

    I see you grunting 

    I see you grunting

     

    In the gutter

    In the gutter

     

    Subhuman Subhuman

     

    You're like a virus in my body

    Subhuman Subhuman

     

    Subhuman Subhuman

     

    You're like a virus in my body

     

    Subhuman Subhuman

     

    Subhuman Subhuman

    Drinking dirty water, to make you clean

    Subhuman Subhuman

     

    Subhuman Subhuman

    Subhuman Subhuman

     

    You make me dizzy with your disease

    I want to smash you and feel at ease

     

    Subhuman

    Subhuman

    Subhuman

    Subhuuuuuuuuumaaaaaaaan

     

    Subhuman Subhuman

     

    I see you grunting

    I see you grunting

     

    Subhuman Subhuman!

     

    I see you grunting 

    I see you grunting

     

    You're like a virus, a stinking virus

     

    In the gutter

     

    Subhuman subhuman

     

     Whispers (Vancouver Sleep Clinic) - When Walker Speaks

     

    You lost your purpose quietly

    In the night

    In your eyes

     

    No paving to your heartstrings

    On your own

    Left alone

     

    A silent rush of thunder

    A voice that pulls you under

    A whisper that stole you away

    it all

    We never fought to lose it

    We didn't build to burn this

    You don't have to carry the weight of your sin

     

    We didn't rise to cave in

    We never left for safety

    I will not just age to grow weary and bleed

     

    These burdens brought you crashing

    Under doubt

    Through the ground

    They sealed your lips with silence

    No resistance

    Not a sound

     

    It's worth too much to give in

    You gave it all for this

     

     Ruin (So Below) - Nowhere Is Safe

     

    Know enough to keep above

    Watch you fall back down as we start to run

    I feel it too as it calls to you

    Hit the dark, I will come through

     

    You think you're safe right behind the door

    You think the worst of it happened before

    You're all alone on the highest floor

    What are you waiting for?

     

    This is how it feels

    No use in these tears

    Shadows interfere

    Reach into the clear

    (I take the blame but you never know)

     

    Even out this far

    Who knows where we are

    Never where you start

    We're in the red, in empty air

    Acting up, don't take me there

    If you only knew what I've got to lose

    It's enough that I'm losing you

     

    You think you're safe right behind the door

    You think the worst of it happened before

    You're all alone on the highest floor

    What are you waiting for?

     

    This is how it feels

    No use in these tears

    Shadows interfere

    Reach into the clear

    (I take the blame but you never know)

     

    Even out this far

    Who knows where we are

    Never where you start

    And now

    Even though you drag me down

    I will keep you all around

    And now

    Even though you drag me down

    I will keep you all around

     

     Departure (Hundredth) - Making An Escape

     

    Sad truth

    The judges rule

    On who you used to be

    Not what's new

    Old spark

     

    The flame burns out

    We're not the same

    The smoke pushes out

     

    Was it all just a dream

    Inside a wide-eyed teen?

     

    New order

    Lay it all down

    The old is gone

    Put it in the ground

     

    New order

    Lay it all down

    The old is gone

    Put it in the ground

     

    Departure

    Departure

    Departure

    Departure

    Departure

    Departure

    Departure

     

     Leave Me Behind (No Sun) - Sacrifices Along The Way

     

    Cleanse me in your fire let me feel the burn of your light before i fade away Indefinite and cold as always leave me behind i swear i don’t mind i’ll find my Disguise under the foliage a mask of dirt and leaves for me to hide behind i’ll Disappear hiding in plain sight the earth will swallow me the soil will surround       My skin i won’t be here anymore i won’t be anywhere

     

     Survive (Chelsea Wolfe) - Finding The Will To Survive

     

    you said you won't break my heart

    unless you do

    you said you won't fall apart

    until the end

     

    did we travel all this way

    just to survive

    did you stay another day?

    we could survive

     

    all the sinners and the saints

    move in the same direction

    they walk in place

    until the end

    ramble on this barren place

    we call our home

    dreams of endless landscapes

    morphing, in love

     

     Disintegration (Chromatics) - Looking For A World That Is Gone

     

    The Horror, The Horror, The Horror

     

    The Dead Next Door (Billy Idol) - ‘You and me and the Dead next door’

     

    Watch the sky

    For a reason why

    I'm safe here

    Sunday it was part

    Monday it was none

    Monday was none

    For the dead next door

    One pair of silent terror reins

    And we're the dead next door

     

    The heat of the day fades away

    Fades into the night

    The heat of the day

    Offering a wedding

    Suffering away

    For the dead next door

    You see

    One error, silent terror

    And we're the dead next door

     

    In animal land

    And dark is in command

    One thing you should know

    Don't hear that knocking

    Don't eat out of their hand

    Don't stumble, die

    You say

    Don't stumble, cry

    They see you and me

    You and me

    With the dead next door

    You and me

    With the dead next door

    You and me

    With the dead next door

  12. Collaborative stories can be fun but, sometimes they can be a pain. There have to be ground rules and unless you want a grand mess on your hands, a consensus on setting, characters, and just how far you can go.

     

    I was the trail boss for a collaborative story some years ago called Collision. It still out there somewhere. CRVBoy's I think. It was fun to do and it turned out to be a good read.

     

    While I NEVER want to be trail boss again, it could be fun to collaborate. It all depends on the genre, what you like to write and how it's organized.

     

    See if this gets you interested:

     

    The Mobaye Strain

     

    Classified CDC/Homeland Security Lab
    Forty miles North of Cedar City, Utah

     

    The outbreak in the Congo was typical of central African outbreaks. A hemorrhagic fever creeps out of the jungle, wipes out a few villages and then burns itself out.
    It had happened before and, it would happen again.
    This one was different. Most outbreaks left survivors. This one did not. That's why this little monster had landed in Dr. Andrew McAlister's BL-4 lab.
    It was assumed that it was just another jungle bug that emerged from time to time. McAlister was absolutely sure this was not the case. The more he looked at the little bastard's RNA, the more he was sure of it.
    It took him, and a few dozen graduate students, a couple of weeks  to figure it out and when he did, the terrifying truth of it was chilling.
    Mobaye was a chimera. Thirty-three percent of the RNA was an H1N1 flu variant. Forty-four percent of the RNA was India-66, a particularly nasty variant of smallpox. The other 23 percent was unidentified but, this little bastard of a virus was in no way natural. It had been engineered. The outbreak in an area famous for outbreaks of absolutely hideous hemorrhagic fever could only mean one thing: someone had taken this bug out for a test drive.
    McAlister picked up his phone and a ring later the Lab Director answered, "Andy. Have you got some answers about Mobaye?"
    "Yeah boss. I'm pretty sure, you are not going to like it. Mobaye was engineered and, it sure looks like someone was testing it."

  13. Now, I generally highly avoid talk of politics, racism, or religion...

     

    HOWEVER...

     

    Let's be real here. China and India have MORE than 1 billion people each in their respective countries, dwarfing just about all other countries.

     

    English is third,  Spanish is second in languages spoken worldwide, and Chinese is FIRST. 

     

    In the US, Caucasians are becoming the minority. They are being vastly outnumbered by those of Hispanic and African lineage. 

     

    WHY is that such a scary thing when most of the children are mixed anyway? When we ALL are technically mixed down the line, anyway???

     

    If we weren't, we would all have quite the medical and mental conditions, wouldn't we? I mean, inbreeding's always been a great risk.

     

    I just feel so disheartened having worked in this kind of environment for so long. 

     

    God doesn't see race, politics, or wealth. 

     

    I grow weary of hypocrites that preach unity when they're the ones in perpetual fear.

     

    Yes, the church provides great help to the community.

     

    They reach out to the poor, they feed the hungry.

     

    But, those in charge are also great cowards.

     

    I will do my best for my community for this, my final year here.

     

    After that, I seriously have to consider if my Faith and core beliefs are worth putting on a facade of support. 

     

    ...and find out just how jaded I am at this point. 

     

     

  14. I'll just quote myself:

     

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    I might be going to Hastings, Nebraska next month. My best friend's mom has liver cancer, and I'm planning to take her to see her mom. Cancer sucks.

     

  15. Razor
    Latest Entry

    I've been saying for years I would get around to learning how to play piano.  I kinda started trying to pick it up in college, but there wasn't really anybody to explain to me basics and back in the day we didn't have all the wonders of the internet that we do today (omg I'm so old).  

     

    Anyway, so I broke down and bought one!  It's nothing crazy special, but I did make sure it had the full 88 keys and fully weighted hammer action keys and all that jazz so it's as close to a real piano as I can afford.  Today was pretty hectic so I only sorta scratched the surface getting together basics of what NOT to do and then started learning scales and how you're supposed to move your fingers over/under to get the basic idea of how your hand sorta... there must be a word for this but you get a tuck and move sorta action going.  And I have to say, there is a night and day difference on this keyboard versus the ones I tried to use more than a decade ago, this feels so much more like a real piano that it's almost annoying, my fingers have unequal strength and responsiveness right now, so that tuck and go motion gets me sometimes, the left to right motion of the right hand catches me if I'm not paying particular attention to my thumb for the tuck maneuver.  That should get easier in time.

     

    I might be super lame, but after an hour I can finally do that mostly correctly, and I was super proud of myself for learning this.  I'd like to spend longer, but I think the most I can really budget and stay faithful to is about 1 or 1 and 1/2 hours a day toward this, but I'm pretty happy with that progress.  I also have Mary had a Little Lamb stuck so thoroughly in my brain now that I want to eat a shotgun and my fingers keep trying to twitch toward where the keys should be.  

     

    Found a lady that gives lessons locally and sent her an email to get that sorted, so I'm quite looking forward to this.  I like the idea of having a goal to work toward that I can ever improve upon, especially when I get frustrated/anxious/depressed about actual life.  Perhaps that way I could escape into something meaningful and worthwhile instead of moping or feeling bad.  

     

    On another note, I remembered a thing from a very long time ago, because I was standing outside on my front porch and I still keep my Christmas-style white string lights on my porch because when all of us hang out on the porch it provides nice lighting.  Don't even know why I remembered this.  So have a random memory.

     

    Work starts at one pm.  Each day, I stay until at least ten pm, and drive home afterward.  It is Christmas, so we have decorated our home with Christmas lights to festively welcome Santa.  We can't do much, because we don't have the money, but we can afford a few strings of lights for the front, and a string around the indented, shaded-by-trees carport.  One day a lady with a child (perhaps about five?) waves to me as I pull into my carport and I see her kid grinning and pointing, and I wave back.  I remember when I was his age, and seeing those lights was a wonder.

     

    As an adult, it hardly seems special.  I am twenty-one years old, and I can barely imagine anymore what it was like to be his age, but I can vaguely recall that amazement crystalline in his eyes when his mouth tilts open and he points, and his mother smiles and waves at me.  Christmas passes, and we take the lights down.  Except for the carport lights; we like those, it gives ambient light to a dark carport, and we're fine leaving them there indefinitely.  We keep talking about taking them down, but I just don't want to.  Maybe I'm lazy.  Maybe I'm just short and can't reach them and we don't have a ladder and I don't feel like climbing.  Who knows, but I'm not taking them down.

     

    Weeks pass.  It is now mid-February, and we still have Christmas lights on our carport.  They're visible from the street and, while shaded through some trees, easily identifiable for what they are.  I drive to work.  I drive home.  I rinse, wash, and repeat, and forget about that mother with her child.  One day I'm driving home again and this time I see the kid and his mom again.  They're both motioning to me, but my car window won't roll down; it has broken and it is too expensive for me to fix.  I stop.  After all, we're headed toward each other in a deserted side street, and I might as well say hello.  I open my door slightly motioning that my window doesn't roll down.  As I do, she lets down her window.  At first I think they might be having trouble, I don't recognize them for who they were.  

     

    "We wanted to tell you that we look at your lights every night, and my son wants to tell you to never take them down.  He loves Christmas!"

     

    I laugh; a deep, genuine, rolling laugh.  "I promise they'll stay up as long as I'm here!  You guys be safe and have a great night."

     

    She smiles, he smiles, they wave in tandem and drive away as I shut my door and pull into my carport.  It is no problem to keep these lights on as long as I live here if it makes them happier to see them each night.  It makes my concerns seem silly, even.  I can't voice why I feel the way I do, but I feel that if I can keep these lights on, if they smile when they see them even though to most adults they're a bit tacky after the holiday, then who cares?  Isn't it hopeful, isn't it incredible that something so simple makes them happy?  If they feel joy because of something that I do, something that requires almost zero effort from me and hardly any money, who am I to deprive them of it?  

     

    This is one of those stories that has no ending, though.  I moved on.  The house moved on.  The other person living in it moved on.  I'll never know what happened after that.  But for the space of several months, I kept those fucking lights up and on, because who wouldn't?

  16. Fae Briona
    Latest Entry

    Went tot the performance of Ailey II last night that had originally been C's and my's big night out. Glad friends (IRL and online) encouraged me to go.  I did have to leave at 2nd intermission, but that was because of my joints and not my mental state. If you ever get a chance to see them, or the main Alvin Ailey troupe, do so - they're wonderful. Touch & Agree was their second of the three sets. Music was about 2x as loud as it should have been, but overall it was an enjoyable evening -- barring my joints; and the little incident right at the start of the show.  Their very first dance segment of their first set used a fog machine; which set off the smoke alarms  Took them a few minutes to get the fog cleared out and the alarms turned off (though probably not as long as it felt).  I felt bad for the dancers, but they were able to start back up again like they hadn't been interrupted [they finished the first segment before the house lights came back on and the stage cleared]. Touch & Agree was moving in a way that all good art should be.  Brought back the sweeter memories of my Boy, and made me smile.  💖

     

    Did have a brief moment of sadness this morning when I woke up alone instead if with my Boy in my arms, but work distracted me from that. Still "candidate season" and the weather caused delays again today for the early morning outbound flight.  Flight in tomorrow should be fine, but the return flight on Tuesday -- and the inbound flights for the last candidate -- could be... um... "interesting".  They're predicting snow, and the line between a dusting and several inches is way too close to here for comfort.

  17. northie
    Latest Entry

    My kettle died the other day, just as I was desperate for that morning hot drink. Irritating, but easily solved by buying another one. When my laptop died yesterday evening, that was something else again. Even my not very technical brain could understand something serious had happened from the error messages that appeared on the screen. 

     

    Fortunately it's still under warranty, just. A phone call to the seller's helpline confirmed my suspicion that the hard drive was fried. Great ... It is repairable under warranty but doing anything about retrieving the data would cost me. At this point, I breathed a sigh of relief. Although a lot of my data and photos are synched through my Google account, up 'til a couple of months ago, this didn't apply to my writing. That had to rely on me manually uploading my stories to Drive. Did I do it regularly? No - about every 3 months or so, if I remembered. 

     

    By some coincidence, a previous scare happened at about the same time Google was sending reminders about its new way of synching photos from a pc or laptop. Turns out, this works just as well on designated documents or folders. Phew ... So everything's safely backed up - it's more a question of what happens now.

     

    My laptop will be away for anything up to a month (I hope it's sooner). I do have a older standby; I've spent a lot time in the 24 hours getting it upto date. It is hardly a great replacement, having a useless battery, but more importantly a very poorly lit screen. Better than nothing ... The effect on my current stories have been noted in their respective story topics. I'm taking the opportunity to spend more time writing my antho story.

     

    Hopefully, normally service will be resumed soon.

  18. With only about three months until the next anthology is due, I thought I'd take a moment to see how everyone is doing with their anthology entries! 

     

    Feel free to share something about your anthology entry, or planned anthology entry, in the comments. Just a reminder, the two themes are In the Stars and Snapped.

     

    Also, for veteran anthology authors, what is your favorite aspect of writing for the anthologies, and what advice would you give to authors who are contemplating writing their first anthology story?

     

    If you're a new anthology author, what are you most concerned about concerning the anthology? Do you have any questions that the veteran authors may be able to answer for you?

     

    Unsure what they anthologies are? You can read the guidelines here, and to check out last years anthology entries, just click on the banners below!

     

    Happy Writing!!!!

     

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    1. I Can’t Help Falling In Love Instrumental (Gian Piero Ferrini) - Love Theme Overture
    2. School Bus (Alex Somers) - Once Upon A Time On A School Bus . . .
    3. Someday My Prince Will Come (Prince Peter Wolf’s Male Version) - Derrick’s Wishing Well
    4. One Song (Vocals By Scott) - The Prince Makes His Appearance!
    5. Too Good for Me (Luke Underhill) - Derrick’s Insecurities
    6. The Gift (Angels & Airwaves) - Derrick’s Most Precious Gift
    7. Can’t Help Falling in Love (Elvis Presley) - The Greatest Love Song For The Greatest Love Story
    8. Go All The Way (The Raspberries) - Talkin’ ‘Bout Makin’ Love!
    9. Who Do You Think You Are? (Jigsaw) - Classism At The Opera House
    10. Suedehead (Morrissey) - Chris’ Lament
    11. I Won’t Be Your Little Secret (Part Time) - Tanner’s Dose Of Reality
    12. Young Love (Moto Boy) - Nothing Will Keep Us Apart!
    13. Palo Santo (Teen Daze) - Going Deeper
    14. The Boxer (Simon & Garfunkel) - I Am Just A Poor Boy . . .
    15. In The End (Linkin Park) - Chris’ Secret Anguish
    16. Revenge (Eurythmics) - The Wrath Of Chris
    17. Say You Love Me (A Flock Of Seagulls)  - Demands Made
    18. Getting Even (White Lies) - Chris’ Cruelty
    19. Stripped (Depeche Mode) - What Can Only Be Given, Cannot Be Taken
    20. Run (Germany Germany) - The Consolations Of Tanner
    21. True (Spandau Ballet) - Truth and Repentance
    22. People Are People (Depeche Mode) - The Beat Down
    23. The Hurting (Tears For Fears) - Which Pain Is Worse?
    24. Close My Eyes And Burn (Robin Guthrie) - Sexual Healing
    25. My Protector (Mesh) - Team Derrick 
    26. Shine (Cyndi Lauper) - Coming Out!
    27. I Just Called To Say I Loved You (Stevie Wonder)  - 2AM Phone Calls
    28. I Think We’re Alone Now (The Birthday Massacre) - Finally Alone Together
    29. Wasted We Stared At The Ceiling (Hammock) - Afterglows
    30. Lifelines (A-Ha) - Never Throw Your Lifelines Away

     

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    I Can’t Help Falling In Love Instrumental (Gian Piero Ferrini) - Love Theme Overture

     

    Tender instrumental refrain of the main love theme.

     

    School Bus (Alex Somers) - Once Upon A Time On A School Bus . . .

     

    Anticipatory interlude.

     

    Someday My Prince Will Come (Prince Peter Wolf’s Male Version) - Derrick’s Wishing Well

     

    Someday my prince will come

    Someday we'll meet again

    And away to his castle we'll go

    To be happy forever I know

     

    Someday when spring is here

    We'll find our love anew

    Though he’s far away

    I’ll find my love someday 

    Someday when my dreams come true

     

    One Song (Vocals By Scott) - The Prince Makes His Appearance!

     

    One Song

    I have but one song

    One song

    Only for you

     

    One heart

    Tenderly beating

    Ever entreating

    Constant and true

     

    One love

    That has possessed me

    One love

    Thrilling me through

     

    One song

    My heart keeps singing

    Of one love

    Only for you

     

    Too Good For Me (Luke Underhill) - Derrick’s Insecurities

     

    You make my arm melt and you make it drop

    You make it shake and you make it stop

    Yet I know you’re Too Good For Me 

    But, I think it’s meant to be

     

    I love your life and the way your lips curl

    You’ve got the eyes that are out of this world

    Yet, I know you’re Too Good For Me 

    But, I feel it’s meant to be

     

    (Chorus)

    I shouldn’t like you I admit that it’s wrong

    Don’t want to lose you so I have to be strong

    You know I’m happy being your best friend

    I don’t ever want this to end

    Oh no, I never want this to end

     

    It drives me crazy that I can’t hold your hand

    At the beach we wrote our names in the sand

    Yet, I know you’re Too Good For Me 

    But, I hope it’s meant to be

     

    When we drive we tend to sing the same songs

    Through the years you’ve even righted my wrongs

    Yet, I know you’re Too Good For Me 

    But, I know it’s meant to be

     

    (Chorus)

    (An Insecure Bridge)

     

    (Chorus) X

     

    Oh no, I never want this to end (X)

     

    The Gift (Angels & Airwaves) - Derrick’s Most Precious Gift

     

    There's the strangest excitement today

    If you're awake then you're welcome to hear

    I got a gift and it blew me away

    From the far eastern sea, straight to here

     

    Oh god, I feel like I'm in for it now

    It's like the rush has gone straight to my brain

    God, my voice is as lonely as loud

    As I whisper the joy of this pain

     

    And suddenly

    You've done it all

    You've won me over

    In no time at all

     

    And now, I'll stop the storm if it rains

    I'll light a path far from here

    I'll make your fear melt away

    And the world we know disappear

     

    If you ask I will do what you say

    All we have is this night to get though

    With the taste of the smile you're only

    You left me all up in arms and confused

     

    Oh God, I feel like I'm in for it now

    And how this kiss will be one, roughly vague

    I swear I'll melt if you touch me at all

    And then I'll ask you to do it again and again

     

    And suddenly

    You've done it all

    You've won me over

    In no time at all

     

    And now, I'll stop the storm if it rains

    I'll light up a path far from here

    I'll make your fear melt away

    And the world that we know disappear

     

    I'll stop the storm if it rains

    I'll light a path far from here

    I'll make your fear melt away

    And the world we know disappear

     

    Oh, ohoh, ohoh, ohoh, yeah

    Oh, ohoh, ohoh, ohoh, yeah

    Oh, ohoh, ohoh, ohoh, yeah

    Oh, ohoh, ohoh, ohoh, yeah

     

    And now, I'll stop the storm if it rains

    I'll light a path far from here

    I'll make your fear melt away

     

    And the world that we know disappear

    I'll stop the storm if it rains

    I'll light a path far from here

    I'll make your fear melt away

     

    And the world we know disappear

    Make world we know disappear

     

    Oh, ohoh, ohoh, ohoh, yeah

    Oh, ohoh, ohoh, ohoh, yeah

    Oh, ohoh, ohoh, ohoh, yeah

    Oh, ohoh, ohoh, ohoh, yeah

     

    Can’t Help Falling in Love (Elvis Presley) - The Greatest Love Song For The Greatest Love Story

     

    Wise men say only fools rush in

    But I can't help falling in love with you

     

    Shall I stay?

    Would it be a sin

    If I can't help falling in love with you?

     

    Like a river flows surely to the sea

    Darling so it goes

    Some things are meant to be

     

    Take my hand, take my whole life too

    For I can't help falling in love with you

     

    Like a river flows surely to the sea

    Darling so it goes

    Some things are meant to be

     

    Take my hand, take my whole life too

    For I can't help falling in love with you

    For I can't help falling in love with you

     

    Go All The Way (The Raspberries) - Talkin’ ‘Bout Makin’ Love!

     

    Ma-ma, yeah, whoo

    Whoo-hoo-hoo

    All right

    Ma-ma-ma-ma, yeah, whoo

     

    I never knew how complete love could be

    Till he kissed me and said:

     

    ‘Baby, please, go all the way

    It feels so right (Feels so right)

    Being with you here tonight

    Please, go all the way

    Just hold me close (Hold me close)

    Don't ever let me go (Don't let me go)’

     

    I couldn't say what I wanted to say

    Till he whispered ‘I love you’

     

    So, please, go all the way

    It feels so right (Feels so right)

    Being with you here tonight

    Please, go all the way

    Just hold me close (Hold me close)

    Don't ever let me go, oh, no (Don't let me go)

     

    Before his love, I was cruel and mean

    Had a hole in the place where my heart should have been

    But now I'm changed, and I feel so strange

    I come alive when he does all those things to me

     

    And he says (Come on)

    Come on (Come on)

    Mm-hmm (Come on)

    Come on (Come on)

    I need you (Come on)

    I love you (Come on)

    I need you (Come on)

    Ma-ma, yeah, yeah (Come on)

     

    Please, go all the way

    It feels so right (Feels so right)

    Being with you here tonight

    Please, go all the way

    Just hold me close (Hold me close)

    Don't ever let me go, oh, no (Don't let me go)

     

    Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

    Oh

    Ma-ma-ma, yeah, oh, yeah, oh, ooh

    Go all the way, yeah

    Whoo-hoo

     

    Who Do You Think You Are? (Jigsaw) - Classism At The Opera House

     

    Who am I?

    I’m just a guy who only wants

    To try to do what's right

    I'll never make you cry

    But, you're no good to me

     

    Who do you think you are?

    You tried to push me a bit too far

    And every day sees another scar

    Oh baby, who do you think you are?

    If you want me there, you gotta care!

    Oh tell me:

     

    Who do you think you are

    Taking advantage of me this way?

    Who do you think you are

    Hurting me more with the things you say?

    Its not fair! You don’t care!

    Who do you really think that you are?

     

    Where are we? (where are we?)

    We're at the cross roads and

    I just can't see

    Which road to take to keep you

    Here with me (here with me)

    The lights are changing, baby

    Who do you think you are?

    You tried to push me a bit too far

    And every day sees another scar

    Oh baby, who do you think you are?

    If you want me there, you gotta care!

    Oh tell me:

     

    Who do you think you are

    Taking advantage of me this way?

    Who do you think you are

    Hurting me more with the things you say?

    Its not fair! You don’t care!

     

    Who do you really think that you are?

    Who do you think you are? (Who am I?)

    Oh baby, who do you think you are?

    (I'm just a guy who only)

    Who do you think you are?

    (Wants to try)

    Oh tell me, who do you think you are?

    (To do what's right and never)

    Who do you think you are?

    (Make you cry)

    Oh tell me, who do you think you are?

    (But you're no good and baby)

    Who do you think you are?

    (Where are we?)

    Oh tell me, who do you think you are?

    (We're at the cross roads)

    Who do you think you are?

    (and I just can't see)

    Oh tell me, who do you think you are?

     

    Suedehead (Morrissey) - Chris’ Lament

     

    Why do you come here?

    And why, oh why do you hang around?

     

    I'm so sorry, oh...

    I'm so sorry, oh, oh...

     

    Why do you come here

    When you know it makes things hard for me?

    When you know, oh

    Why do you come?

     

    (Derrick’s Questions

    ‘Why do you telephone?

    And why, why send me silly notes?’)

     

    I'm so sorry

    I'm so sorry, oh...

     

    Why do you come here

    When you know it makes things hard for me?

    When you know, oh

    Why do you come?

     

    You had to sneak into my room

    'just' to read my diary

    "oh, it was just to see, just to see"

    (all the things you knew i'd written about you...)

    And oh so many illustrations

     

    Oh, but

    I'm so very sickened

    Oh, I am so sickened now

     

    Still, it was a good lay, good lay

    It was a good lay, good lay

    It was a good lay, good lay

     

    Ah...

    Still, it was a good lay, good lay

    It was a good lay, good lay

    It was a good lay, good lay

     

    A good lay, ah...

    Oh, it was a good lay

    It was a good lay

    It was a good lay

    Oh, it was a good lay

    Good lay, good lay

    Oh

     

    I Won’t Be Your Little Secret (Part Time) - Tanner’s Dose Of Reality

     

    I'm a little secret

    Oh boy, it's hurting me

    And if I

    Told the world what I was thinking

    It'll set you free

     

    And I can't be your shadow

    No you can't hide me

    I would tip-toe

    Around your window

    So no one can see

     

    Oh no, I won't be your little secret

    Oh boy, 'cause it's hurting me

    And if I told your friends

    What you were doing

    It'll set you free

     

    And I won't be your shadow

    No you can't hide me

    You can't hide me for the rest of your life

    You've got to set me free

     

    Tell me what you want

    To set me free

    Tell me what you need

    To believe in me

    Wasted time

    Wasted time

    Wasted time

    Please, don't waste my time

     

    Oh no, I won't be your little secret

    Oh boy, 'cause it's hurting me

    And if I told the world

    What you were doing

    It'll set you free

     

    And I won't be your shadow

    No you can't hide me

    You can't hide me for the rest of your life

    You've got to set me free

     

    Little Secret, Little Secret

    I can’t be your little secret

     

    Little Secret ...

     

    Young Love (Moto Boy) - Nothing Will Keep Us Apart!

     

    Young hearts light their own funeral pyres 

    A wild fire the hearts always keen to endure

    And I know the yearning will always remain

    And I know I'll always be asking for more

     

    And it wont let me go

     

    Young love burning a hole in my heart

    Young love burning a hole in my heart

    Find me and take me where my love belongs

    Burn me! I want it cause my love is young

     

    They asked me what do you think you will find?

    And I replied "I don't know but it's something divine"

    And it wont let me go

     

    Young love burning a hole in my heart

    Young love burning a hole in my heart

    Find me and take me where my love belongs

    Burn me! I want it cause my love is young

     

    I always wanted a bittersweet heart

    It seems it was already there from the start

     

    And it wont let me go

     

    Young love burning a hole in my heart

    Young love burning a hole in my heart

    Find me and take me where my love belongs

    Burn me! I want it cause my love is young

     

    Hold me and hurt me 

    Love and avert me

     

    Palo Santo (Teen Daze) - Going Deeper

    Sensual Instrumental

     

    The Boxer (Simon & Garfunkel) - I Am Just A Poor Boy . . .

     

    I am just a poor boy

    Though my story's seldom told

    I have squandered my resistance

    For a pocket full of mumbles, such are promises

    All lies and jests

    Still a man hears what he wants to hear

    And disregards the rest

     

    When I left my home and my family

    I was no more than a boy

    In the company of strangers

    In the quiet of the railway station

    Running scared,

    Laying low, seeking out the poorer quarters

    Where the ragged people go

    Looking for the places

    Only they would know

     

    Lie la lie, lie la la la lie lie

    Lie la lie, lie la la la la lie la la lie

     

    Asking only workman's wages

    I come looking for a job

    But I get no offers

    Just a come-on from the whores

    On Seventh Avenue

    I do declare

    There were times when I was so lonesome

    I took some comfort there, le le le le le le le

     

    Lie la lie, lie la la la lie lie

    Lie la lie, lie la la la la lie la la lie

     

    Then I'm laying out my winter clothes

    And wishing I was gone

    Going home

    Where the New York City winters

    Aren't bleeding me

    Leading me

    To going home

     

    In the clearing stands a boxer

    And a fighter by his trade

    And he carries the reminders

    Of ev'ry glove that laid him down

    Or cut him till he cried out

    In his anger and his shame

    "I am leaving, I am leaving"

    But the fighter still remains, mmm mmm

     

    Lie la lie, lie la la la lie lie

    Lie la lie, lie la la la la lie la la lie

    Lie la lie, lie la la la lie lie

    Lie la lie, lie la la la la lie la la lie

    Lie la lie, lie la la la lie lie

    Lie la lie, lie la la la la lie la la lie

    Lie la lie, lie la la la lie lie

    Lie la lie, lie la la la la lie la la lie

    Lie la lie, lie la la la lie lie

    Lie la lie, lie la la la la lie la la lie

    Lie la lie, lie la la la lie lie

    Lie la lie, lie la la la la lie la la lie

    Lie la lie, lie la la la lie lie

    Lie la lie, lie la la la la lie la la lie

    Lie la lie, lie la la la lie lie

    Lie la lie, lie la la la la lie la la lie

     

    In The End (Linkin Park) - Chris’ Secret Anguish

     

    It starts with

    One thing, I don't know why

    It doesn't even matter how hard you try

    Keep that in mind

    I designed this rhyme to explain in due time

    All I know

    Time is a valuable thing

    Watch it fly by as the pendulum swings

    Watch it count down to the end of the day

    The clock ticks life away

    It's so unreal

    Didn't look out below

    Watch the time go right out the window

    Trying to hold on, but didn't even know

    I wasted it all just to watch you go

    I kept everything inside

    And even though I tried, it all fell apart

    What it meant to me will eventually be a memory of a time when

     

    I tried so hard and got so far

    But in the end, it doesn't even matter

    I had to fall to lose it all

    But in the end, it doesn't even matter

     

    One thing, I don't know why

    It doesn't even matter how hard you try

    Keep that in mind

    I designed this rhyme to remind myself how I tried so hard

    In spite of the way you were mocking me

    Acting like I was part of your property

    Remembering all the times you fought with me

    I'm surprised it got so far

    Things aren't the way they were before

    You wouldn't even recognize me anymore

    Not that you knew me back then

    But it all comes back to me in the end

    You kept everything inside

    And even though I tried, it all fell apart

    What it meant to me will eventually be a memory of a time when

     

    I tried so hard and got so far

    But in the end, it doesn't even matter

    I had to fall to lose it all

    But in the end, it doesn't even matter

     

    I've put my trust in you

    Pushed as far as I can go

    For all this, there's only one thing you should know

     

    I've put my trust in you

    Pushed as far as I can go

    For all this, there's only one thing you should know

     

    I tried so hard and got so far

    But in the end, it doesn't even matter

    I had to fall to lose it all

    But in the end, it doesn't even matter

     

    Revenge (Eurythmics) - The Wrath Of Chris

     

    He said Revenge can be so sweet

    I like to take it when I can

    I need to play with the ones I hate

    I like to see them suffer

     

    It has to be dangerous

    It has to be refined

    It has to be skilful

    You need to take your time

     

    He said, "You gotta snake”

    And that's a good example

    You don't even notice it until you're bitten,

    You learn to enjoy it

     

    It has to be dangerous

    It has to be refined

    It has to be skilful

    You need to take your time

     

    He said I take care

    Of my resources

    You never know

    When you might need them

     

    I'm fast and I'm strong

    My reflexes are good

    It doesn't take long

    To achieve my deserved 

     

    Revenge

     

    I like to play with the ones I hate

    I really like to see them suffer

     

    Revenge

     

     Say You Love Me (A Flock Of Seagulls)  - Demands Made

     

    Say you love me 

    Come on say you do

    Say you need me 

    Just like i need you

    It's in your eyes 

    I know it’s in your smile

     

    Say you love me 

    If only for a while

    Won't waste my time 

    On other love

    If you were mine

     Lord above

     

    I still remember 

    When our eyes first met

    There's something about you

    That i just can't forget

    You made my heart 

    Into an open door

     

    Say you need me

    Can't take it anymore

    Don't waste your time 

    On other love

    When you are mine

    Lord above

     

    My heart's been tossed like a ship on the ocean

    I'm beaten and driven on waves of emotion

    That carry me carry me carry me

    On to your shore

     

    You stand like a statue of pure alabaster

    Surrounded by sirens on rocks of disaster

    They're calling me calling me calling me

    Into your heart 

    Where i'm torn apart

     

    Say you love me

    Come on say you do

    Say you need me

    Don't treat me like a fool

    It's in your eyes

    I know it's in your touch

     

    Say you love me

    Say you love me

    Say you love me!

     

     Getting Even (White Lies) - Chris’ Cruelty

     

    So if you go

    And leave recklessly

    We can only be me

    We can only be me

    That's something I

    Through the turns of my life

    Never wanted to be

    Never wanted to be

     

    But if you stay

    Just a bolt in the ball

    Then you'll never know

    Then you'll never know

    How you could miss

    Like the day light the way

    You're missing us now

    You're missing us now

     

    So listen to some reason

    There's nothing in your dreams

    But if you're getting even

    You're getting even

    Trying to get even

    Better start believing

    I can forgive

    And we can forget

    Even after all this

    Love and other nonsense we've made

     

    Now if we kiss

    Then the moon in the sky

    We'd linger a while

    We linger a while

    So ask to give just an inch more of night

    But you break from my life

    No more kiss, no more I

     

    But listen to some reason

    There's nothing in your dreams

    But if you're getting even

    You're getting even

    Trying to get even

    Better start believing

    I can forgive

    And we can forget

    Even after all this wrestling of conscience

    I can forgive

    And we can forget

    Even after all this

    Love and other nonsense

     

    It's the worst part of the best of me, best of me

    Love, I'm trying so hard to be free

    Worst of the best of me, best of me

    Love, I'm trying so hard to be free

    Lonely but free

    And out of love

     

    If you're getting even

    You're getting even

    If you're getting even

    You're getting even

     

    If you're getting even

    You're getting even

    Trying to get even

    Better start believing

    I can forgive

    And we can forget

    Even after all this wrestling of conscience

    I can forgive

    And we can forget

    Even after all this

    Love and other nonsense

    You're getting even

    You're getting even

    And I can forgive

    And we can forget

    You're getting even

    You're getting even

    And I can forgive

    And we can forget

    You're getting even

    You're getting even

    And I can forgive

    And we can forget

    You're getting even

    You're getting even

    (And I can forgive)

    (And we can forget)

    (You're getting even)

     

     Stripped (Depeche Mode) - What Can Only Be Given, Cannot Be Taken

     

    Come with me

    Into the trees

    We'll lay on the grass

    And let the hours pass

     

    Take my hand

    Come back to the land

    Let's get away

    Just for one day

     

    Let me see you

    Stripped down to the bone

    Let me see you

    Stripped down to the bone

     

    Metropolis

    Has nothing on this

    You're breathing in fumes

    I taste when we kiss

     

    Take my hand

    Come back to the land

    Where everything's ours

    For a few hours

     

    Let me see you

    Stripped down to the bone

    Let me see you

    Stripped down to the bone

     

    Let me hear you

    Make decisions

    Without your television

    Let me hear you speaking

    Just for me

     

    Let me see you

    Stripped down to the bone

     

    Let me hear you speaking

    Just for me

     

    Let me see you

    Stripped down to the bone

     

    Let me hear you crying

    Just for me

     

     Run (Germany Germany) - The Consolations Of Tanner

     

    Why can’t I get through

    To the other side of you?

    And it’s true that I still can’t forget

    And it’s true that I’ve still got regrets

     

    I try to follow you

    Through the undertow, but I could not break through

    I took the last few seconds of life that I had

    And spent it in a moment inside of my head

    I took the last few seconds of life that I had

    And spent it on a moment

    And spent it on a moment

     

    (Chorus)

    Why do you Run away

    From everything that makes you afraid?

     

    (Bridge)

    (Chorus) X

     

    True (Spandau Ballet) - Truth and Repentance

     

    So True funny how it seems 

    Always in time, but never in line for dreams 

    Head over heels when toe to toe 

    This is the sound of my soul, 

    This is the sound 

    I bought a ticket to the world, 

    But now I've come back again 

    Why do I find it hard to write the next line 

    Oh I want the truth to be said 

     

    Huh huh huh hu-uh huh 

    I know this much is True 

    Huh huh huh hu-uh huh 

    I know this much is True 

     

    With a thrill in my head and a pill on my tongue 

    Dissolve the nerves that have just begun 

    Listening to Marvin (all night long) 

    This is the sound of my soul, 

    This is the sound 

     

    Always slipping from my hands, 

    Sand's a time of its own 

    Take your seaside arms and write the next line 

    Oh I want the truth to be known 

     

    Huh huh huh hu-uh huh 

    I know this much is True 

    Huh huh huh hu-uh huh 

    I know this much is True 

     

    I bought a ticket to the world, 

    But now I've come back again 

    Why do I find it hard to write the next line 

    Oh I want the truth to be said 

     

    Huh huh huh hu-uh huh 

    I know this much is True 

    Huh huh huh hu-uh huh 

    I know this much is True 

     

    This much is True 

    I know, I know, I know this much is True

     

    People Are People (Depeche Mode) - The Beat Down

     

    People are people so why should it be

    You and I should get along so awfully

     

    So, we're different colours

    And we're different creeds

    And different people have different needs

    It's obvious you hate me

    Though I've done nothing wrong

    I never even met you

    So what could I have done

     

    I can't understand

    What makes a man

    Hate another man

    Help me understand

     

    People are people so why should it be

    You and I should get along so awfully

     

    Help me understand

    Now you're punching and you're kicking

    And you're shouting at me

    I'm relying on your common decency

    So far it hasn't surfaced

    But I'm sure it exists

    It just takes a while to travel

    From your head to your fist

     

    I can't understand

    What makes a man

    Hate another man

    Help me understand  . . .

     

    (People are People . . .)

     

     The Hurting (Tears For Fears) - Which Pain Is Worse?

     

    Is it an horrific dream

    Am I sinking fast

    Could a person be so mean

    As to laugh and laugh

    On my own

    Could you ease my load

    Could you see my Pain

    Could you please explain

    The Hurting

     

    Could you understand a child

    When he cries in Pain

    Could you give him all he needs

    Or do you feel the same

    All along

    You've been told you're wrong

    When you felt it right

    And you're left to fight

    The Hurting

     

    Get in line with the things you know

    Feel the Pain

    Feel the sorrow

    Touch the hurt and don't let go

    Get in line with the things you know

    Learn to cry

    Like a baby

    Then The Hurting won't come back

     

    Is it an horrific dream . . . ?

     

     Close My Eyes And Burn (Robin Guthrie) - Sexual Healing

     

    Deeply Sensual Instrumental

     

     My Protector (Mesh) - Team Derrick 

     

    I didn't see

    Who protects me

    But, I'm all that I could be

    Time rushes by

    More than we like

    But, I've all the love I need

     

    You're my protector, my home

    I'm nothing without you

    You're my deflector, I know

    That nothing can get through

    You feel the feelings for me

    So I don't have to face the things I do.

     

    Life's changing scenes

    Played behind screens

    We're all someone's hopes and dreams

    Caught in the lights

    You still have the fight

    When you're taught to do things right

     

    You're my protector, my home

    I'm nothing without you

    You're my deflector, I know

    That nothing can get through

    You feel the feelings for me

    So I don't have to face the things I do.

     

    All my life you shield me from the game

    You're my spine, but I've never been ashamed

    They don't see and I just can't explain

    You've my protector, you're mine forever

     

    You're my protector, my home

    I'm nothing without you

    You're my deflector, I know

    That nothing can get through

    You feel the feelings for me

    So I don't have to face the things I do.

    So I don't have to face the things I do.

     

    Shine (Cyndi Lauper) - Coming Out!

     

    Shine I'll stand by you

    Don't try and push me away

    'Cause I'm just gonna stay

    You can Shine I won't deny you

    And don't be afraid it'll all be ok

     

    Do you know my name

    Well I ain't gonna take

    That big time line

    Won't be beat by a lie

    Gonna call out to these embers

    Waiting to ignite

    Gonna pull you up

    By your love, by your love

    And tell you

     

    Shine I'll stand by you...

     

    I can see the frown you wear

    All around like some faded crown

    Like a watch over wound

    Gonna call down to this diamond

    Buried underground

    Gonna pull you up

    By your love, by your love

    And tell you

     

    When it's said and done

    What you need will come

    And time won't let me

    Let you let me waste it this time

    Shine...

     

    I Just Called To Say I Loved You (Stevie Wonder)  - 2AM Phone Calls

     

    No New Year's Day to celebrate

    No chocolate covered candy hearts to give away

    No first of spring, no song to sing

    In fact here's just another ordinary day

     

    No April rain

    No flowers bloom

    No wedding Saturday within the month of June

    But what it is, is something true

    Made up of these three words that I must say to you

     

    I just called to say I love you

    I just called to say how much I care

    I just called to say I love you

    And I mean it from the bottom of my heart

     

    No summer's high

    No warm July

    No harvest moon to light one tender August night

    No autumn breeze

    No falling leaves

    Not even time for birds to fly to southern skies

     

    No Libra sun

    No Halloween

    No giving thanks to all the Christmas joy you bring

    But what it is, though old so new

    To fill your heart like no three words could ever do

     

    I just called to say I love you

    I just called to say how much I care, I do

    I just called to say I love you

    And I mean it from the bottom of my heart

     

    I just called to say I love you

    I just called to say how much I care, I do

    I just called to say I love you

    And I mean it from the bottom of my heart, of my heart, of my heart

     

    I Think We’re Alone Now (The Birthday Massacre) - Finally Alone Together

     

    Children behave,

    That's what they say when we're together.

    And Watch how you play,

    They don't understand, And so we're

     

    Running just as fast as we can,

    Holding onto one another's hand

    Trying to get away into the night.

    And then I put my arms around you,

    And you tumbled to the ground

    And then I say

     

    I think we're alone now,

    There doesn't seem to be anyone around.

    I think we're alone now,

    The beating of your heart is the only sound.

     

    Look at the way,

    I gotta hide what I'm doin'.

    'Cause what would they say,

    If they ever knew, and so we're,

     

    Running just as fast as we can,

    Holding onto one another's hand

    Trying to get away into the night.

    And then I put my arms around you,

    And you tumbled to the ground

    And then I say

     

    I think we're alone now,

    There doesn't seem to be anyone around.

    I think we're alone now,

    The beating of your heart is the only sound.

    I think we're alone now, (alone now)

    There doesn't seem to be anyone around.

    I think we're alone now, (alone now)

    The beating of your heart is the only sound.

     

    Running just as fast as we can,

    Holding onto one another's hand

    Trying to get away into the night.

    And then I put my arms around you,

    And you tumbled to the ground

    And then I say

     

    I think we're alone now,

    There doesn't seem to be anyone around.

    I think we're alone now,

    The beating of your heart is the only sound.

    I think we're alone now,

    There doesn't seem to be anyone around.

    I think we're alone now,

    The beating of your heart is the only sound.

    I think we're alone now, (alone now)

    There doesn't seem to be anyone around.

    I think we're alone now, (alone now)

    The beating of your heart is the only sound.

     

    Wasted We Stared At The Ceiling (Hammock) - Afterglows

     

    Weightless

    On a cloud

    Only now

    Air between us

     

    Shapeless

    Off the ground

    Coming down

    Into pieces

     

    Wasted,

    We stare at the ceiling

    Wasted,

    We stare at the ceiling

     

    Blameless

    Without fear

    Stars reappear

    We are something

     

    Fearless

    All the years

    Night disappears

    Into nothing

     

    Wasted,

    We Stared at the ceiling

    Wasted,

    We Stared at the ceiling

    Wasted,

    We Stared at the ceiling

    Wasted,

    We Stared at the ceiling

    Wasted,

    We Stared at the ceiling

    Wasted,

    We Stared at the ceiling

     

     Lifelines (A-Ha) - Never Throw Your Lifelines Away

     

    One time, to know that it's real.

    One time, to know how it feels.

    That's all.

     

    One call, your voice on the phone.

    One place, a moment alone.

    That's all.

     

    What do you see?

    What do you know?

    One sign, what'll I do?

    Just follow your lifeline through.

     

    What if it hurts, what then?

    What do we do, what do you say?

    Don't throw your Lifelines away

     

    Don't throw your Lifelines away

     

    One time, just once in my life.

    Yeah one time, to know it can't happen twice.

    One shot on a clear blue sky.

    One look, I see the reasons why you cared.

     

    One chance to get back to the point where everything starts.

    One chance to keep it together,

    Things fall apart.

     

    One sign to make us believe it's true.

     

    What do you see, where do we go?

    One sign, how do we grow?

    By letting your lifeline show.

     

    What if we do, what now?

    What do you say, how do I know?

    Don't let your Lifeline go.

     

    Don't let your Lifeline go. . .

     

     

  19. This morning:

     

    Me:  Okay.  Gonna write.

     

    Brain:  No

     

    Me:  C'mon, I want to finish this.  It's like two or three scenes, let's go.

     

    Brain:  Nope.

     

    Me:  Okay, what about this story?

     

    Brain:  Nope, not feeling it.

     

    Me:  Well, let's work on this story.  Or this one.

     

    Brain:  Nope.  Fuck off.  

     

    Me:  *fumes all day long*

     

    An hour before I have to go to bed:

     

    Brain:  Hey, let's write about this new idea!  

     

    Me:  :facepalm:

  20. Sometimes in the early morning, things just come to you... 

     

    In the cold of the morning in the cocoon of our bed
    you snuggle closer, seeking my heat and my presence
    And I draw you to me, into my embrace, holding you tightly
    your sigh is comfort, a whisper to my heart
    I know you are happy, and I know you feel safe

     

    I fight my desire to take you, possess you as you sleep
    your lithe body, close to me and I draw your scent into my lungs;
    the remnants of the lime cologne you wear to please me.
    I whisper your name and you stir; attuned my voice
    your slim hand moves across my forearm and I smile

     

    you sleep clothed in nothing for my ease
    I love the touch of your warm skin against my own
    and you feel my desire, because you lean into me
    yet you slumber; and I watch, but I am tired
    So with my lips on your sweet neck, I too, sleep

     

     

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    A while back @droughtquake posted the question: why don’t readers comment on stories? This blog is not an answer to that question, but was inspired by the forum post. This website is an archive of authors work going back almost a generation. It is also unique in giving you the ability to search that archive using many and varied criteria. And that is how I became an explorer, travelling the dusty shelves to seek out those long forgotten books. The site itself has nothing very much about its history or the lives of its authors and founders, but it offers up a rather unmissable chance to wander through its repository.

     

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    I started my journey using some simple criteria revolving around stories without comments. I found a number, some thirty-eight stories of over twenty thousand words (a novella) with no comments. Perhaps, more surprising, there were stories of over one hundred thousand words with hardly a comment, just one comment and reply from the author Harry Anders on his books, the Gypsy Chronicles. My curiosity was piqued, and a little further investigation revealed the biography of this retired Dutch psychotherapist who published this lost work which perhaps first appeared here on GA, his own website has long since disappeared.

     

    I doubt anyone goes on to publish a book without a readership. That assumption is supported by the write up on the bookshop site, it reads: This emotional rollercoaster hints at past lives, spirit helpers, karma, the power of love, and contains several practical psychological concepts. The story is written by a Dutch psychotherapist, specialized in dealing with problem children.

     

    "This was Jack's house, and Harry used to be here all the time. Now he is devastated, and he cries every day because he misses his big friend. Please, sir, will you try to be nice to him and not chase him away? He misses Jack a lot, and we all like him very much..."

     

    The few reader comments quoted are not from this site:

    Your insight is far beyond the common man. A believable story of love, great to read. So much compassion and love...You have put me through the emotional rollercoaster.

     

    A wonderful story. Deep and proper, a masterpiece in its genre. It has brought many tears to my eyes.

     

    You will find the story here on GA: https://gayauthors.org/author/gypsychronicles/ only the first book is complete

    and the paperback on this site: https://www.bol.com/nl/f/little-harry/33793816/#product_specifications

     

    This really is just one interesting discovery amongst what might be many. I stumbled across another book, easily lost in the archive, because it was never marked complete and is thus confined to the void of novels forever in process, and never to be discovered by those of us who like to read a finished work.

     

    One Moonlit Night by Steven Keiths was written back in 2011, at twenty-six chapters and over one hundred thousand words, it sits on the shelves with one comment: I found your story today, and just can't stop reading it. I'm up to chapter 14 and have loved every moment! Keep up the great work!

     

    You have to actually click on the last chapter to realise that chapter twenty-six is the Epilogue, consequently, the book has I’m sure remained hidden. And what of the author? He was with GA for just over three years and disappeared from the site in March 2011. In the same year he had a story published, Folding Sheets, as part of a gay anthology produced by AwesomeDude: https://www.amazon.co.uk/Midnight-Dude-Selected-Readings-AwesomeDude/dp/1466345640   He has other short stories and flash fiction which appear on that site: http://awesomedude.com/stevenkeiths/

     

    Now I’ve only touched the surface and I hope to come back and blog some more, but I also want to take time out to read what I have discovered. If you are inspired, or perhaps, you might know more about these books or their authors, then do please comment here. You can also add your reader comments on the books if you decided to read, and perhaps if a site Administrator reads this, they might like to re-classify One Moonlit Night as complete.

  21. We had to do a server update earlier today and I had a small configuration issue.  The background task was not processing the last few hours and I've corrected that issue.

    There was a glut of notifications that were off by several hours.

     

    We also had an odd incident where an Author group expired.  If this happens to you, you can just go back to the store and select author again. (In theory)  If there is an issue, just send us a support request from the help menu.

     

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    About ten or so years back I was doing a fair amount of creative writing and had even put a little of it online. One of my pieces even appeared in the 2007 Fall Anthology "The Rainy Day" here on GA. Then paid work (from which I am now retired), voluntary work (particularly in the LGBT-support field - in which I am still involved) and various other things (such as developing my creative skills in digital photography) all managed to get in the way and I reluctantly decided to put my creative writing on hold. I still maintained my love of the written word and so have still been doing a lot of reading in the intervening years.

     

    A few months back my muse, after she had been on a long holiday to destinations that are unknown to me, decided to pay me a brief visit to tell me that I should start writing again. That prompted me to log back in to GA for the first time in a while and see what was going on with the creative writing community. Although the site itself has certainly changed over the years, it's good to see so many of the old crowd still here - and to even see some names that I recognise from other sites (some of those sites sadly now no longer active). So, after reading some of the stories and poems, I decided to take out Author status again (I say "again" because I am fairly certain I did once have author status - but that probably got removed because of my long hiatus) and see if that would prompt my muse to return again. So in the past week or so I have uploaded a story and a couple of poems - probably really just to try to justify (if only to myself) having that status. But none of them have been new work, just old pieces of mine.

     

    And that's really what's bothering me. I want to write new stuff! I've a couple of ideas that I am playing with. There's two novels that I really should finish that have both been on hold for over ten years. I've over 50k words done on one and 70k on the other, but neither of them are any way near complete, and both have chapters missing (as in I have early chapters, later chapters, but in-between chapters missing - if that makes any sense). I've struggled with both in the past few weeks, but don't seem to be able to move on with either of them. I know some people will suggest that I just start uploading the existing chapters and that that will give me the impetus to complete them. But I tried that on another (now defunct) site 12 years or so back and it didn't work. I just left readers asking me to complete them and I never did. And I don't think it would be at all good of me to do that again to the readers on GA.

     

    There's also a completely new short story (maybe 4k to 7k words if it ever gets written) that's been going round in my head for the past while. I've tried numerous times recently to type it in. But every time I try it just doesn't seem to want to flow. I'll write half a page, read it through, and just not be happy with it. The idea is there! And I'm sure in my head that it is a great idea. But it just doesn't seem to want to leave my head and appear on paper (or on the monitor of my laptop). I sometimes actually finish up with a headache trying to write it. Is it writer's block? Has my muse deserted me again? I have the fucking story in my head! So why can't I write the fucking thing??

     

    I know I could just upload lots of my old stuff on here (and I may well do that with some of my pieces). But I would feel somewhat of a fraud if that's all that I do. If I'm going to call myself an author I feel that I ought to actually be writing some new stuff as well.

     

    Questions:

    • What is the cause of writer's block?
    • How does an author overcome writer's block?
    • O Muse, where art thou?

     

    The piece mentioned in the first paragraph that I wrote for the 2007 Fall Anthology "The Rainy Day" can be viewed here if anybody is even remotely interested. 😉

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