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    Secret Author Contest-Forbidden Is... Revealed? Nooooo.

    By Cia

    Ha! Did you think it was time to share the stories and authors? No!! Total clickbait. Heehee! That's right, time to vote on your favorite! Now, to be fair, it would be ideal to have read ALL the stories. Can you vote without having read them? YES! Because this is about your favorite use of our theme of Forbidden Knowledge that you read in this year's Secret Author Forbidden Knowledge stories. Pick a SINGLE title, this isn't your top three. It doesn't even have to be your favorite overall st
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Busted chapter 24

[i hadn't planned on writing this chapter. I was going to just skip to the next one. Well, okay, the one after that, since there's [i]another[/i] little chapter coming I can't skip. Best laid plans

TheZot

TheZot

So close, and yet, so far away

I'm currently at 17 pages (5,300 words) on The Pastel Cowboy, which is okay, but I need at least another 6 pages, or about 1,000 words. It's going quite well, but not well enough as far as I'm concerned. It's been a real slog getting to this point and I didn't get as far as I wanted along the story's timeline. In fact, barely two weeks have gone by when I originally wanted to go nearly three months. I don't like writing in the micro, but events in Zach's life at this point are occurring rather s

CarlHoliday

CarlHoliday

any thoughts?

What's this life anyway? What's it to you and me, what's it to anyone, and who are we supposed to be? Make me a storybook, and write me away from here, I need it different now. Where we can wear each other for a while, and I'll lend you my tears if I could borrow your smile, and we'll get through tomorrow some other day, happy after, once upon these days.   - Chantal Kreviazuk, These Days   Okay so today is almost over for this year...   I was chatting to Davey the other day and we ende

viv

viv

I still don't believe it

the best thing in the world happened to me yesterday(friday night)   I though Myspace was just another place to delete spam till last night. She found me!!! My wife(long term seperated) contacted me on Myspace. some people would say that is a bad thing, but you gotta get the rest of the picture. I haven't been able to contact Her or my son in a long time, about 11 years. Well needless to say, all the thoughts of being rejected came flooding into my head causing me to go totally nuts.

Tom

Tom

Busted chapter 18 and a half

[As I'm getting into this I'm realizing I need more work on the B storyline, which'd be the whole death thing. There should be a chapter before this one where Stephanie's family is found, and some of the boring really needs to get removed from this. So we're going back in time a little. Whee! This 'wednesday' is the day before Joe is in on the interview with Stephanie]   Wednesday morning Chris Gagnon was sitting at his desk digging through the medical examiner's preliminary report on the O'Ma

TheZot

TheZot

Cured?

Cured?   Honestly, is there such a thing for the particular affliction which Ted Haggard and millions of other people on this dingy ball suffer? Sorry, in Ted Haggard's case

shadowgod

shadowgod

Poor Oscar

On any given day of the week, I have absolutely no idea what the balance is in my checkbook. Moreover, for someone as ridiculously practical and logical as I am this is a damned odd phenomenon. Most of my working career has involved financial stuff (notice the technical term) so I gladly handed the personal stuff (another technical reference) over to my husband years ago. I only get involved when he screws the balance up, which happens at least twice a year. Then he calls in the big gun (that wo

sat8997

sat8997

it's tomorrow again...

It comes every year, like clockwork, but that doesn't mean I'm happy about it. It doesn't mean I want to have to remember, but I do. I do remember, and... sometimes it's inescapable and sometimes, it's theraputic and I'm more thankful that I still do, and I remind myself I never want to forget it, decide to learn from it somehow, if I can... but still, it's tomorrow. Hopefully I can make it through without too much... wallowing? But who knows, I guess we'll see right?   Wrote a little more on

viv

viv

Flight to Syracuse, Chapter 2

I finished Chapter 2 of Flight to Syracuse and got it posted to eFiction this morning. The boys are on their way, but have a slight detour to get away from one of David's brothers.   I was thinking about the old TV series, Route 66, the other day and how Flight to Syracuse might end up being something along those lines. Well, when you consider half of the cast of Route 66 was gay, even though that did not come out (silly pun) in the storyline, it might work with my story. Well, my boys don't h

CarlHoliday

CarlHoliday

Busted chapter 23

[i bet you thought I'd forgotten about poor Alex! I think I need some connecting material with Chris and Steve, though]   Friday afternoon Joe was still digging through the pile of evaluations on his desk. It was slow going, slower than normal. He'd been playing the events of the past week over in his mind. Everything was just so strange.   A week ago he was happy and things were simple. Maybe they weren't picture perfect, but he had a quiet life he liked and a boyfriend he loved, and that w

TheZot

TheZot

Busted chapter 22

[in which Joe gets yelled at. I keep waiting for someone who's really a cop to tell me exactly how wrong this all is -- I've been winging it on common sense and chutzpah so far. I really, really hope the stats I'm pulling out of the air are wildly overstated for dramatic reasons too]   Joe walked back to the rec room to see if there was anything else that Steve needed. Joe wasn't exactly sure what he was going to do. He felt numb and sick. His empty stomach hurt. His throat hurt.   Steve was

TheZot

TheZot

Busted chapter 21

[i'll warn that things get a bit unpleasant in this one. I can't judge how bad, relative to the norm for the genre since I don't usually read this sort of stuff]   Chris was speechless as Joe went into the room. Joe and Billy O'Malley being related wasn't anything that'd even occurred to him. The last names were different. Joe was slender while Billy was built like a fat biker. Joe was sophisticated and clever and attractive

TheZot

TheZot

Busted chapter 20

[Ah, poor Joe. I've figured out the second plot. Bwahahahahahaha! *cough*]   Joe parked on the street behind Steve's car, his little silver coup looking very out of place on the dingy corner. It wasn't one of the better parts of town, all old multi-story brick buildings that had been built back when this was the center of everything, before cars and the suburbs had killed it.   The sign next to the door just said "Johnson House", and gave no indication what was inside. Joe opened it. Waiting

TheZot

TheZot

Diabetes

Being a diabetic can be fun. I was diagnosed as a type 2 a few years ago. I had one of my normal checkups today. It seems I'm moving towards becoming a type 1. It would seems that the oral meds I take aren't doing the job they should be. Besides the oral meds I take, I've also been taking a couple of different injections, mainly at night.   As far as my daily activities. There are days I spend most of my time in my office working instead of on the production floor with my staff. I also try to

TalonRider

TalonRider

Busted chapter 19

[short, but it seems important. Not sure why. This, for the record, is the spot where I had to stop and make a note of all the characters that had shown up so far and what they did...]   Thursday morning Joe was digging through quarterly employee reviews. His office door was closed and his desk was piled with papers and empty coffee cups. Dave Brubeck was playing softly on the stereo in the corner. The electronic twiddle of his phone caught him by surprise. He'd told his assistant he wasn't su

TheZot

TheZot

it's 2:42 am...

... do you know where your husband is? Or better yet, do you know where mine is?   So my Sweetie is in bed sleeping again, and my Luvuh just bailed on me for warmer, cushier places that provide rest, and my Angel has long since been snoozing and here I am up and all alone... *sigh*   I have the next two days off and I'm not working superbowl so that's awesome!   I got a letter from Tobi today I miss him, but he seems like he's doing really well and gonna be done soon and missing us li

viv

viv

Busted chapter 18

[Right, this is where we find that my exposure to firing ranges is almost entirely through cop shows and Mythbusters]   Tuesday evening Joe dashed out of work late. It was 6:30 and he had to meet Steve at the range for seven. There wasn't time for him to get home and change, so he was stuck dressed for work. He was pretty sure a suit wasn't appropriate dress to go learn how to shoot things, but he didn't have a whole lot of choice.   The firing range was in a nondescript brick building by an

TheZot

TheZot


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