Kavrik

I like this part. And this story is utterly depressing. I still read it, but I also watched Schindler's List...which is also utterly depressing. You sir, are a debbie downer. <== my blue face

Here's a dose of Kitty Cuteness for everyone.

This was a chapter with two hot boys, protein shakes, chocolate milk, and a lot of sexual tension. Well written my friend.

I almost think in dialogue that you'd be better served using contractions, like 'you've' as opposed to 'you have' and it's as opposed to 'it is'. Other than that, of course, I've no useful insights into this chapter. I love the name Jordan--it's really cute. As always, amazing writing.

I love this story and I actually thought it would have been cool if they had gotten together. I love ridiculously happy endings though and that may make me a romantic. I just like stuff all tied up with a big bow on it, yada yada. Your writing is so amazingly good Andy.

The Black Dragon Assassin of the Silver Rose sat on the bed of green moss trying to figure out how exactly he got himself into this. He wasn’t upset…the sex had been mind-blowing to say the least. One thing was for certain, he couldn’t have asked for better looking partners. One glance at Dylan and his three Lieutenants more than confirmed that. His eyes, now completely free of the rut and returned to their deep brown color for at least a few hours, regarded Dylan and the three other knights wit

"You seriously aren't going to say one word to me?" Kian asked Dylan. It had been three hours since the incident at Alsamarax Keep and the three of them rode on the backs of two Ice Mares. Kian lagged about six feet behind his companions, upset because they were giving him the silent treatment. "D... you know damn well that what I did was the correct thing to do. If I hadn't, we'd have never made it past that crevasse two miles back. And...and what about that pack of Frost Hyenas out there?" he

The armor felt cold on Kian's skin; he recoiled from the touch of it. Next to him, Dylan finished suiting up; slipped his leather boots over his smooth feet. The large dragon spurs the knight attached to his boots made a tinkle in the dark of the tent warmed by their combined body heat. Kian grimaced because of the chill, buckled on his breastplate, and finished getting into the black and silver killsuit. After a few minutes, his body warmed up the inside enough that he was no longer uncomfortab

Wrapped in Dylan's warm body, Kian felt cherished and safe. His eyes darted back and forth under closed lids; he was dreaming. The tent was quiet, the howl of the wind subsided. He was a child again. Kian stood in front of a small shrine where a table and heavily decorated altar burned incense to the God of Thieves. The altar is draped with a grand tablecloth made from red silk with painted flowers, all roses, embracing the hand of a lovely damsel with blind-folded eyes. He

Kian stood silently at the edge of the flickering firelight produced by Dolmani's spell. He was facing the priest, but he hid behind his helmet with the visor down. There was no way he was going to let on that he'd been crying only a minute earlier. Men weren't supposed to cry even if they were being tortured; this was an unwritten rule. "Have you nothing to say for yourself?" He shook his head. "Give me the gauntlet from your left hand," Dolmani demanded. Kian did as the pri

Dolmani had invoked the scourge on Kian because he wanted to see if it would work. In principle, he should not have had doubts. But seeing firsthand how formidable the tall, broad-shouldered blond boy actually was in combat had unsettled him and even made him jealous. Once Kian dispatched the last of the Shadowcasters in the courtyard, Dolmani made the choice to test the power; the result filled his black soul with glee not only because it was fun, but, it reminded Hunter of who ultimately was b

Ten men and two women were pre-selected by Markain Kragar to comprise the assassination squad whose target was the wizard Korga, an individual on which there seemed to be a shocking lack of information. Kragar knew that the wizard had been in Zanda for several days as a guest of the Dreaded Irtemara. He also knew that Korga was exceptionally powerful, although what he was capable of doing, was a matter of some debate. Kian, Dolmani, and Renfro (just simply referred to as Ren by many of the thiev

Rain wreathed around the obsidian parapets and domes of Zanda in a gossamer death shroud of Winter. The moisture left the cobblestone streets glimmering black under a sky that cracked with lightning; rolled with thunder. Kian and Renfro stood beneath the notice of powerful men in the long shadows cast from the Blades Acuuarum, the training grounds of the Cataclysm Slayers of Zanda. Freezing water dripped from Kian’s long eyelashes; his cloak was soaked completely through. Even in his killsuit, h

The wizard Korga has arrived in the depraved city of Zanda to search for clues to the whereabouts of Deeping Lore within the Citadel of Zandine, home to the God of Chaos and Illusion. Hunter, a centuries old first rank Black Dragon Assassin is contracted by the Church of Thieves to kill him and arrives in the city during the Festival of the Lad. For Hunter, this is no ordinary contract. At stake is something that he greatly desires...an opportunity to father a son to love and raise as his own.

The carriage wheels stopped; the priest gathered his cloak about his shoulders and stepped from the warmth of the interior onto the wet streets of the depraved city of Zanda. He dropped his fingers to the belt pouch which hung about a loop secured in the folds of his gray overcoat and removed a silver coin. The driver, a filthy man of aging middle years, took the single silver piece with a gleam in his eye that soon faded because the priest held out a hand for change. It was obvious that the dri

I personally have always been in a constant state of learning. I'm a critical reader which sometimes takes the enjoyment out of things. For example, I enjoy the books that you mentioned in your list but am unable to get through even two chapters of Twilight, glean enjoyment from Harry Potter, or read the homophobic rantings of Orson Scott Card simply because I know what's going on in the text (he uses the term Bugger as his alien and it really means all homosexuals). So maybe ignorance is bliss? I dunno. Just talking more on this whole OSC writing thing, I know people that are gleefully ignorant and would shake the man's hand if they met him? and think he's a great writer and deserving of his SF awards; if I ever saw him, my reaction would be to spit in his face, so yeah... Anyways, maybe if fiction isn't your thing, you could read non-fiction if reading is what you truly like to do. I'm presently just finishing up Stephen Hawking's Grand Design, and I read Maya Angelou's Letter to my Daughter both great books. I think that it's somewhat appalling to me that most of the readers today compare things to classical works they've never read (Twilight is like Romeo and Juliet, yet, they've not read Romeo and Juliet so how would they know?). One year I went to a movie called "Finding Neverland" with an acquaintance; upon leaving the movie, he proclaimed "That movie was amazing, it should win 'Best Picture'." I said, "How can you say that without seeing the other nominees? He replied, "I just can." It stuck in my mind as one of the most ignorant things I've ever heard. I had seen all of the Best Picture nominees that year and chose "Million Dollar Baby" as the one to win and the Academy of Motion Pictures ended up agreeing with me. Anyway, my point is that too often, people will just grab onto one thing that pleases them and proclaim that as "the best" and "original" or laud it with praise and just dismiss everything else (true ignorance). I think that not knowing things puts you at a disadavantage in life in the sense that you are reliant upon what other people think to understand the world in which you live. A lot of the gays in my area, SLC, are ones that I'd have to say are pretty ignorant. They think only of sex, hooking up, and spend most of their time on Facebook or playing Farmville. But, they seem to be happy and they certainly get more sex than I do so who wins? I have no answer to this question at all. But when something breaks, they don't know how to fix it. When a stranger expresses a hateful opinion because of religion, they don't know how to respond. When a group of people get together and start misquoting political issues, scientific findings, and other things to suit their own agenda and again (their own religion which is oftentimes disparaging to gays) they just swallow it up as truth. I on the other hand, set the person straight on their misquotes, provide my own empirical data if I have it, and tell them that before they go off spouting things they know nothing about to get followers, perhaps they should also be ready to supply me with empirical scientific data. Sometimes, I know, I'm difficult to talk to at parties but maybe it's because I'm searching for a kindred intellect and have never found it. Recently, one guy started going off about a dream he had where he was tending a field of grain and heard voices in the field. I said, "Oh, kind of like Holden Caulfield." He looked at me with a blank stare. "Holden what?" I remember rolling my eyes, "Holden Caulfield. The Catcher in the Rye?" Then he replied, "Oh...that's a book, right?" "mmm...yeah." Being an atheist in a holy city doesn't make me popular, but as Richard Dawkins writes, truth has its own magnificence.

Wow, that's brilliant. I never thought of the zombies freezing solid in cold weather! How come no one films a zombie apocalypse in the cold like that? You could have one episode where everyone just goes out and shatters them with a sledgehammer and bam..done.

There were so many hot men in this topic it burned out my video card.

I hate it when men wear baggy pants period. I like to see some nice ass and some of their body through jeans and shirts even if I don't know them. When people choose to wear a huge parka that takes away all shape, it's just an eyesore and a travesty for those that like to look.

I think I'd like Glee more if it weren't so filled with cliche roles. Like I would have cast Kurt as the football jock with his overwhelming sense of fashion. Then, I would have made Finn pine after Kurt but he would want nothing to do with him because he's not nerdy enough for him. I would have had extremely feminine women in the role of coaches so that if they got struck with balls or things like that they complained and checked their nails and always wore dresses to practice. I would have the "butch" women in very dainty roles. Of course, my "Glee" would have lasted two episodes if that and got canceled. People in America love their gender stereotypes.

Yeah it's in Georgia. However, that doesn't necessarily mean that it has to invoke all the southern stereotypes of rednecks in wife-beaters even if that is what they are doing. It would make logical sense to me that a zombie flick would take place in a warm climate because if I just so happened to survive a zombie apocalypse, there's no f'ing way that I'd also battle a cold winter and zombies too. That's just too much.

I think they should introduce a gay character and have them miraculously discover that being gay, makes you immune to the disease. So the cure would be for everyone to have anal sex with a gay guy to pass on the "cure". This plot device would totally make the show for me. Otherwise, I'm still enjoying it, despite the reliance on cliche roles of men and women i.e., the women doing the wash, etc. I was wondering why they chose a man to be the CDC guy. Why couldn't it have just been a brilliant, strong, and talented woman doctor that was all alone in the facility?

Interesting.

Hello, Just introducing myself. I'm an aspiring writer living in Salt Lake City, Utah, Age 39. There truly is a lot of talent on this website and am happy to have stumbled across it.