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Scene One, A Seaside Promenade in Summer, Part 4
Drew Payne posted new chapter in A Walk Along the Promenade
“Get away from me you damn vermin!” The old man’s voice shouted, suddenly filled with anger. Shaun glanced towards the noise and saw the old man stood next to the bin. One hand held an empty fast food wrapper, which he was obviously trying to put into the bin, the other hand was waving frantically at a seagull that had swept down and tried at snatch the wrapper out of his hand. “Goddamn vermin!” The old man shouted as the seagull gave up and flow away. What was an American doing in S- 11 comments
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Scene One, A Seaside Promenade in Summer, Part 2
Drew Payne commented on Drew Payne's story chapter in Scene One, A Seaside Promenade in Summer, Part 2
I just want to say wait and see, I've put a few plot twists in here. Wait and see what happens with those dating apps. -
Scene One, A Seaside Promenade in Summer, Part 2
Drew Payne commented on Drew Payne's story chapter in Scene One, A Seaside Promenade in Summer, Part 2
Again I don't want to give too much away but you may have something there. -
Scene One, A Seaside Promenade in Summer, Part 1
Drew Payne commented on Drew Payne's story chapter in Scene One, A Seaside Promenade in Summer, Part 1
I don't want to give too much away but this story is seen only from Shaun's point-of-view, this is just his view of life. -
Scene One, A Seaside Promenade in Summer, Part 1
Drew Payne commented on Drew Payne's story chapter in Scene One, A Seaside Promenade in Summer, Part 1
I know and I do seem to write about that a lot, but there's more to come than just Shaun's crap mother. Please keep reading. -
Scene One, A Seaside Promenade in Summer, Part 3
Drew Payne posted new chapter in A Walk Along the Promenade
Even though his experience with Paul had ended poorly it still didn’t kill his hope he could met a man via his dating apps, and regularly he’d search through them, contacting men who lived anywhere he considered local. Over and over he’d search for a man on those apps, always a spark of hope somewhere at the back of his mind. He did met men through those apps, many less than he tried to contact, many of those men he would have sex with. If he liked the man then they wouldn’t contact him agai- 4 comments
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Scene One, A Seaside Promenade in Summer, Part 2
Drew Payne posted new chapter in A Walk Along the Promenade
Even as an adult there was no escape from Nathan’s shadow. Repeatedly his mother would compare him negatively to Nathan. Whenever she was annoyed with him, she complained that he was never as good as Nathan. It was worse at work, whenever she lost her temper with him she would attack him for not being as good as Nathan. The worst had been when he’d just turned thirty, the company had received its third complaint about a carer Shaun had employed, the third complaint coming with a threat to remove- 8 comments
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Scene One, A Seaside Promenade in Summer, Part 1
Drew Payne commented on Drew Payne's story chapter in Scene One, A Seaside Promenade in Summer, Part 1
Thank you for your wonderful feedback. All but one of your questions will be answered. As for the other one, I am already planning two more stories of Shaun's story and that question will be answered in the second story and resolved in the third story. But first, I need to post the rest of the first story in Shaun's trilogy. -
Scene One, A Seaside Promenade in Summer, Part 1
Drew Payne posted new chapter in A Walk Along the Promenade
Shaun sat down on the wooden bench with a sigh of relief and stretched out his left leg against the pain, it was still another hour before he could have his next pain killer. It was the same dull, throbbing pain that he always got in his leg, but this evening it seemed to have arrived extra early. It was barely seven o’clock and already his leg was throbbing so much that he had to sit and rest. His planned walk along the promenade was now out of the question. He’d taken the cliff railway dow- 10 comments
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One evening, in one man’s life when everything will change. Shaun’s disabled leg has affected his entire life, causing a downward spiral he neither likes nor can live with. It is not just that his life is on hold, it is now falling backwards. On holiday in Scarborough (A northern English seaside resort), he finally faces the realities of his life and decides to take matters into his own hands. A walk along the town’s promenade to clear his thoughts and to help him make up his mind, if only the town’s numerous seagulls would stop following him.
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Thank you. I enjoy writing horror/ghost stories and, like everything else I write, I always want it to be about something.
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The youth, with the blonde cropped hair, was standing by the pool table. He wasn't playing the game, only standing there, trying to give an impression of toughness, watching the two men in leather jackets actually playing the game. The look about him was urban; or what he was trying. He wore green army trousers, dirty work boots, and a white tee shirt, which fitted him as tight as a second skin and he had ripped the sleeves off it. His hair colouring owed more to a bottle of blonde dye then from
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I couldn't agree more, that's why I wrote this short story (Even though I used the horror/ghost story format) and posted all those links at the end of it. But I am also so angry at how the mainstream media is just ignoring what is happening there.
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The First Night. It was sudden. I was awake. I had been thrown out of my sleep. Not the slow and gentle shift from sleep to waking, that comfortable hinterland of dozing to awake-fullness. My eyes were open and I was awake, but it was still night. I was still lying in bed, my back resting against the comfortable mattress, the soft bedclothes still covering my body, I was still there in my darkened bedroom. I turned my head on the pillow and saw James’s sleeping face next to me. His eyes
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Eleven O’clock and After
Drew Payne commented on Drew Payne's story chapter in Eleven O’clock and After
Thanks. I wanted to write a different take on unrequited love. -
My story inspired by Prompt 715 is finally up and can be read at: https://gayauthors.org/story/drew-payne/stories-written-on-lined-paper/8 It’s called Eleven O’clock and After. It’s taken me so long to post it because I had to finish the story inspired by Prompt 714, but that one turned into a 27,000 word novella. I’ll post that one in serial form, in the New Year. In the meantime, happy reading
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prompts Writing Prompts #714 & #715
Drew Payne commented on Renee Stevens's blog entry in Writing World
My story inspired by Prompt 715 is finally up and can be read at: https://gayauthors.org/story/drew-payne/stories-written-on-lined-paper/8 It’s called Eleven O’clock and After. It’s taken me so long to post it because I had to finish the story inspired by Prompt 714, but that one turned into a 27,000 word novella. I’ll post that one in serial form, in the New Year. In the meantime, happy reading -
I savour the taste. Pushing the sweet and smooth taste around my mouth, feeling the almost velvety texture of it on my tongue. I love the way it melts in my mouth, the crisp crunch when I first bite into it, then so quickly it melts into that smooth and rich paste, which allows me to savour it for so long. I will carefully move it around with my tongue, tasting it with the different parts of my mouth. The pure luxury of it. Today it was cheap milk chocolate from the supermarket, quantity not
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“What the hell is that?” Darren said as he dropped down on the seat next to me. Only a moment before he’d placed our drinks on the small, round table in front of me. “What’s what?” I said. “That!” Darren pointed at my groin. “You’re hard!” “What of it?” I said, covering my groin with my hand. I was wearing my skinny jeans that night and my half hard cock was easily outlined under the tight denim. “What’s making you horny?” Darren said. “The stripper got me going,” I said,
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"This is my favourite one," Hannah said as she clicked on another You Tube video on her tablet. The two of them were sat together in the A&E Department's Triage Room, trying to kill time. It was only ten-thirty in the morning, but it was Christmas Day morning and they'd barely had a handful of patients through the department. The flow of patients would pick up as the day progressed, especially post-Christmas dinner when people came in with chest pains, thinking their severe indigestion w
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Things that go bump in the night, voices that scream in the dark, sounds when no one is there or the silent figure when there should be no one there. Horror and ghost stories have always held a fascination for the LGBT reader, just look at the popularity of American Horror Story and the writing of Clive Barker and Anne Rice. In horror/ghost stories so many LGBT themes can be explored, they are far more than screaming women and camp villains, well the good ones are. This collection will feature some of my LGBT horror and ghost stories. So, sit back and make sure all the lights are still on…
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Thank you for your feedback. Feedback like this is always so helpful to me, it shows me I am writing something resonates with readers, and that's so important to me. I know far too much about survivor's guilt and how real it is. That constant beating yourself up for what you did not do and what you should have done. That's what I wanted to write about here.
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I also write journalism and articles for healthcare journals, and when writing non-fiction I always use the principles that I learnt constructing short stories; always have a beginning, a middle and an end to the story and the story must take the reader on some sort of a journey. This works really well with non-fiction articles as well. I also read the BBC website a lot, and their stories often do go behind tragedies, looking at the affect events have on people’s lives (They have given me a lot of insight). But I also agree. So much of our media is very quick to report all the violent details and then they just stop there. They rarely report how these acts of violence have damaged people's lives.
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Harriet stood in the stage’s wings, upstage right, and absent-mindedly fiddled with the “glass slipper” in her hand (it was actually a plastic sandal that had been over generously painted with glitter). Downstage, in front of the audience, Sophie (as Cinderella) was rushing around as the sound of a clocking striking midnight rang out. Still wearing the yellow ball-gown, Sophie was obviously preparing for the quick-change needed for when Cinderella’s spell wore off and she returned to being a kit
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The Longest Day Must Have an End
Drew Payne commented on Drew Payne's story chapter in The Longest Day Must Have an End
Thank you for your feedback, and you have so got this story. I originally wrote this story to capture that moment in time, that awful moment in time. I don't blame any of the men, from then, for their behaviour, they suddenly had a moment of sexual freedom (though very limited), but I know a lot of people did. The worst condemnation, I saw, came from the LGBT community, back then, and that really disgusted me. I am working on a sequel, or two, to this story. Parker Owen's comment set my imagination off. Though, with all the other things I need to write and get finished, I don't know when I'll get it finished.
