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  1. Moritana

    Chapter 8

    yay so glad this story came back~ and on another note, is'nt J'shon pushing it a bit with him leavin the Weyr while Liliath is close to rising? (read it so long ago I forgot some details, so now I'm nervous...)
  2. Crack. Crackle. Split. There goes my heart.
  3. A kiss. A fleeting touch to my bare chest, as he slid downward. I found that I couldn't breath... too slow! A few moments later, I couldn't feel the pain as he..... I woke up with a gasp. Looking around me, for a moment, I couldn't place my surroundings. Wasn't I at home a minute ago, with Jon making..... I stopped at that thought. Home. Realization came as quick as a slap to the face. I was home. My home, and Jon will never be here, with me. A second before I broke down and
  4. It was a sunny, sunny day. I watched as the lights shone through the window above me, reveling in the peace and quiet of it all. Only here, I could relax. Only here, I was alone, oblivious to the rumbling of pots, or the sizzling op pans. The sound of metal on metal almost seemed like a lullaby, and I could just lay my head on this nice cool surface here and sleep- or so I thought. "Stan?" the ends of Brian's pony tail suddenly appeared in front of my face, closely followed by his worried fac
  5. Since that first night that I woke up, sweaty and hypervating from a nightmare, I've had four more. They varied in length and clarity, and once even featured a night that never happened, but always ended up the same. Me, looking at my heart on the floor. And Jon, slipping away from me. I knew it was ridiculous. I knew it was pathetic to be so utterly hung up on him. I was only with the man for a few months, how could I possibly have nightmares only because we broke up? For me, none of it ma
  6. From the day Brian invited me over to his place and forward, I noticed a change in his behavior towards me. Before, he took the effort to politely grunt at me in the morning, followed by a tactful yawn in the face. After that, he ignored me good naturedly until dawn, when he kept attempting to generously scam some of mine and Karen's tips. But after our so called "bonding" session in the apartment, everything about his demeanor towards me changed. Instead of the well placed yawn in my face, wh
  7. "lets shag" "Brian, fake English accents do not work on me." This conversation took place after work, the day I got promoted. After we each grabbed a broom, sharing duties due to the lack of a busboy, he somehow managed to corner me between two booths. "so lets fuck!" at which point he pinned me against the wall, with both the brooms in his hand. "Brian," I said again, and looked him in the eyes "you are not gay." Later that night, when we were both done with our chores at the diner, and Alexi
  8. "hot hamburger!" "five fifty!" "chicken salad!" "four fifty five!" at this point Alexis put her hands on the table and gave me the look. "fantail shrimp!" "six forty!" I answered immediately, and a thought came to my mind that I might be expected to salute. "well" she kept her eyes at me. "I think that will be all, Stan." "so?.." I was seated at the edge of my chair, eagerly expecting the verdict. "did I pass??" "hmm..." she looked down and gathered the test papers "those are sad, sad news..." I
  9. Hot hamburger 5.50 . I wiped the table. Chicken salad 4.55 . Looking up, I noticed that the elderly couple from table 4 were leaving. Supper at Flore's was always packed with old people. I let Karen take the tip and moved to clean the table, all the while reciting the menu. Pork chops 5.30 . "Stan." looking up I saw Alexis standing before me, fiddling with a few papers." I have a school application for you". Alexis was Flore's diner owner. Her mother founded the place, and when she retired, Ale
  10. e need to talk" what? why are you looking away from me? "I think those last few months...." were the best months of my life? "were a bit well on the mistake road" mistake? "mostly from my side, I realize that, at least" "Jon!" "I shouldn't have let you get the wrong idea like that, before we got so far..." no! "wai-" "I never meant for you to stay here so long. Stacy's moving in tomorrow. She already sold her place." what?! "but I live here! I've been-" "you are moving out." And that's how my h
  11. as I said, I am sorry for turning this political, i really am more used to forums and sites that prevent such content from reaching the screen in the first place, mindful of different communities that roam the sites. I guess I blame the shock of reading it first thing in the morning, and being the hot head that I am for the strong reply. as for attacking the story specifically, read above, and I really saw those specific parts of that chapter as an attack on me personally. experience and education usually make me respond strongly for any kind of attack on myself, my family and friends, and I was actually sworn to protect my country until death- I take verbal and written attack the same as I take physical attack. how would you have reacted if you found a story here, clearly stating that you, your family, and your friends have no respect or regard for a land you have sworn to love, appreciate, and defend until death? could you keep a professional response about general stories, when every day you work until oblivion to keep it safe?
  12. i guess i can see why you may think i reacted strongly about it, or accusing me of turning this to a political issue, but there are some things i simply cannot stand seeing on a website this size and reputation. the content does touch an ongoing political issue, that I, as one who is directly affected by any move in it, just can't ignore something like this, that's simply screaming at me from the screen. I was educated that ignoring some comments, or taking some issues lightly might go a long way towards disaster, so forgive me for acting on my believes, which i assume on all other aspects of my life. i wouldn't have commented on this if it was any other site. i make sure to stay way clear of the youtube comments sections, and after i had to berate some of my friends, i stay away from certain Israeli forums who's members offend in any way other nations in similar way to this. but i am sorry for turning this to political grounds, i simply couldn't stand seeing something like this online, and didnt think.
  13. until this day, i was looking at "dancing bare" by Rigby Taylor as a potential reading material after its copletion. today, all thoughts of reading anything from this outhor ever again, vanished from my mind, when i screened through the latest chapter, seeing as it addressed my area of living, and found the crap written there. i never thought such a thing would pass a review of anyone reviews stories before them being posted. so im going to address each issue of this chapter here, as addition to the report. "Women with painted lips and faces wearing revealing clothes designed to sexually arouse were deeply shocking. Everywhere huge advertising hoardings, vulgarity, commercial activity. Cars, noise, western music and obscene graffiti! All senses were assaulted and I despised my own culture which the Israelis had brought with them when they migrated from Europe and the U.S.A.. " the outhor describes the protagonists visit in new Jerusalem. uhhh.... so? is it wrong for modern cultures to act...... modern? is there any free place anymore where women are not allowed to do as they please, or considered sexual human beings, same as men? is there something wrong with modernizing a country or should we all continue to be stuck in the middle ages? "Perhaps the biggest surprise was that Israelis were not Semitic. My nose was still larger than most!" racist much? Semitic will be those who came from Abraham, aka arabs and Hebrews. Jewish people are Semitic. breeding with other ethnics for centuries is another issue, and nose? seriously? "Many years later I learned that ninety percent of Israeli Jews are descended from Ashkenazy Jews who originate in central Europe, converting to Judaism in the middle ages in the vain hope of avoiding war. As they have no ancestral links to Palestine, it is unsurprising they have no regard for the land and only contempt for the history and culture of the original inhabitants." converting to Judaism in vain hope of avoiding a war with whom, exactly? more like many of the exiled Hebrews converting (for real and/or still practicing Judaism in secret) to Christians in order to not being slaughtered. as for ancestral link to the land, like hello? exiled Hebrews from the promised land is the whole idea of why we got Israel in the first place, and as for regard to the land, no one would be serving a 2-3 year service in the military, like every 18 year old does in Israel, if they had "no regard to the land". having military service in the IDF or national service or any other govermental service as the next step after highschool, kinda proves that we do care. contemt for the history and culture? more like being thought the history of the land, the people, AND our neighbors from kindergarten to 12th grade by songs, customs, and plain school classes! "Israeli social workers took me to Hebron
  14. funniest thing i saw online in a long time: the VonGrippen falcon: vs the IAF squardon 116 eagle: makes one wonder.... wouldn't have figured it out if i didnt have to spend 9 days every 2 weeks protecting those fighters
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