Well I do like to stretch my wings Jo Ann. Misery meets Fried Green Tomatoes only a lot darker. I am just glad people are commenting. Good or bad I prefer to know what people think. Thanks for doing that.
I am glad it held your attention. This was one of those stories that once I began it, it seemed to take on a life of its own. However I will admit the story would never have been as good without the efforts of my team. They made my story sparkle. This was only meant to be a one shot though. I really don't intend to pick this up again.
Thank you Carrington. I never like to do the same things but basically I was told in a review that was emailed to me that my writing is good for the light and easy going but I should not try to do anything more substantial, because I would be unable to pull it off. As you can see, this is my reply to that idea. I enjoy my happy endings but they don't always happen in real life.
For a few moments I was afraid this was going to be a new sort of Deliverance. I enjoyed seeing how he lived his life and decided to stay a soldier, but once we met the Good Ol' Boys his training and experience really came in handy. Great read Bill.
Mark, what can I say to this? There is too much truth and it is raw before us all? For those you accept we know what have been through. Remember for every word of doubt given you there people waiting to help and repair the damage. The one thing you mother taught you, whether she wanted to or not, was to be self reliant. You are stronger than you know.
The dreams of one can be the worlds of another. Isn't that what a writer does, create the worlds of his dreams and nightmares for others to visit. Dad looks like he finally has time for his son, but I wonder if his son will ever come back. Nicely done Cia.
Officer Richards pulled onto Old County Road and turned up the heat praying it would come on. Winter had started early this year and his old car was still having issues with the heat. Sarah, his long suffering wife, still begged him nightly to take an extra blanket so, at least when he was pulled over to watch for speeders he would be warm. He smiled as he’d seen the handmade blanket sitting on the seat next to him. Tonight would be just one of many times he was thankful for listening to his wif
I'm glad this got the focus Mark. Gives people a chance to see your writing. This was well done and if I haven't said it before, I am proud to have been part of your team.
It was the perfect little house for me. The old home looked like it had been snatched right out a Currier and Ives print with the ornate woodwork that surrounded the porch on the front of the house. That is what sold me on the house in the first place; I’d always wanted a porch.
The realtor seemed surprised I was willing to put an offer on it, but for me it was the perfect home. While the house had originally been built in the late 1800s, it had been completely updated inside ju
Okay, I have a few things on my plate but I finally read the rest of your story. I seen people worried about the rape and what that would mean. I believe you handled everything in delicate way and let it still be believable. Clay finally has someone he can trust with his heart in Ogre and still has Eric as his brother/father figure.
This was a great read and I am glad to have had the pleasure of exploring the world you created for us. I look forward to more of your ramblings in the future.