The garden behind Rick and Matteo’s house.
I sat under an olive tree with my headphones firmly in place. I wanted to shut out the world, hear nothing but the thumping beat in my head chasing away every thought.
It didn’t work.
And I couldn't even write. Again and again my thoughts went back to Rick and Matteo. Had I overreacted? I knew the talking about me behind my back with Sandro, the planning for me instead of with me, had triggered this. They meant well, still…
When movement caught my e
Now I have a new favorite character: Angus And you have to make him happy! LOL I'm a sucker for big lonely guys.
I totally loved Chad in a leading role.
I couldn't stop reading and now I'm late. I had so much fun with this, and yes if you could revisit them sometime from time to time, just to check on how they're doing, that would be nice.
Every time I read 'Put on the kettle.' I have to smile. It's such a reassuring ritual, something simple people take solace from.
I really like your poem.
Martin smiled when he saw Jessa skipping down the small stage, her red dress quickly disappearing between the tables. It was ten o’clock, her shift was over and she couldn’t get out fast enough. Usually he had the early shift from eight to ten on a Tuesday, but it was Valentine’s Day and Jessa had a hot date, so they’d swapped shifts.
After a short bow he sat down behind the baby grand, and smiled as he perused his audience. The bar was busier then he’d expected and it was only partly the usual
LOL. Yes Ren can be a little intense, but as Irri pointed out somewhere, maybe Jonah needs someone like Ren to get his act together, to react...Thank you for your comment, Puppilull!
I'm glad you like your story.
Hahaha, well Jonah just had some vacation time, so he should be a little more relaxed... And maybe Michael's little trick helped, and the talking too. Or Jonah is just saving up for the great boom?Thank you for your comment, Lisa!
Ha! For a moment you had me here. Isn't playing with my reader's emotion my job? Full scale experience and all...Yes, you're right, I'm not exactly the 'adjective' user, passion-filled or otherwise, never was and probably never will be. Maybe I can throw in one or two next time.
Thank you for your comments!
First Light
Too early, and still it is not,
my eyes stay firmly closed.
The warmth's waging war with the cold,
I don't want to hear -but-
A white cup beckons me over,
it's smell ambrosial.
That's cheating my dear, I tell you,
one kiss and time to go.
And will be doing what? Hmm hmm you're giving me ideas...Yes I agree with you, Jonah not being angry with Ren is nice for a change. How long will it last?
I'm glad I don't have to duck behind my desk for the next week, except when Dave looks in my direction.
Thanks, Irri!
Hahahaha. I have to admit I wrote this sentence with your inner Jonah in mind.Oh yes, Ren will be grasping at straws...
Thank you Tim! I love your comments.
“Fuck the archbishop! " After this I was lost. Too many pictures in my head which had nothing to do with your story but everything with current events. I still don't know if I should laugh or vomit.
After a few deep breaths I was back to enjoying the chapter. Thank you.
You think? Deteriorating resolve? Maybe Jonah has still something to say to this.Yes Michael...I feel so bad. I really do. And thinking of what I have still planned...oops.
Thank you Cole! I'm glad you approve.
I'm really sorry, but the chapter would have been too long aaaaand sometimes I just can't resist.
At least I will be forgiven eventually. Thank you Dave!