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Oh wow, this has certainly gotten intense. Love the desperation of Soubi, and Ryo's outward calm and patience. Great stuff, I can't wait to read more.

I just jumped in and started reading this today, such a great start, love the pacing and the way you handle the flashbacks, I am looking forward to reading more and seeing what chaos will ensue.

I once attented a writing workshop where the flyer handed out at the begining of each class one took there, had a section on it titled "Don't kill babies" and it was about how looking at a story negitivly could kill the writers passion to finish a story and/or the sense of joy and accomplishment felt in a finished story. I never realized how true that was until i tried to 'salvage' a piece of work that I felt hadn't ended up turning out the way I'd planned. I ended up putting aside a project i had started with a great deal of enthusiasm, on my quest to 'fix' the previous one. in the end, i ended up with a half finished, mangled 'salvage' effort, and an outline, rough draft, and character sketches that were never worked on again. I think you should write from a feeling of motivation and joy to create and just let yourself run with what comes to mind, without worrying about trying to redo past pieces. Just 2 cents from someone who saw the title of the blog and felt inspired to check it out.

I just watched the M.O of M.I the other night, talk about twisted, so many plots and plans and things unraveling with different interations, some good stuff there, loved the plot.

I wouldn't have known that was Alabama, but man, that song made me cry, i can see how it would tug on peoples emotions,it did mine.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6YSh1-XuUKE

Wow, i just read this all in one go, and i must say, i am loving this story, and I am really coming to love Dean, I think there's so much hidden depth to him that's begging to come out that it's going to be awesome reading as it develops.

Man, Gabri'el is a big, big MEANIE, his helping is so not helping, and I'll bet he knows Pasha is in trouble and wants somehting bad to happen to him so he can go back to having Uzzy for himself. I love the way you describe what Uzzy is experiencing, the disconection from Pasha is effecting him as much as, if not more than having the emptions of Pasha in his head. I am loving this story! Wonderful chapter here, can't wait to read more.

awesome chapter, great reveals here, while still keeping plenty of mystery intact. SOOO looking forward to next weeks chapter.

I was mama cass for Halloween, it was fun, LOL.

Hugs back . I wish there was more goodness and kindness in the world as well. For whatever reason, people seem to have forgotten what it's like to be descent to one another, even at a very young age. I teach a children's martial arts class after school twice a week, and it is disheartening at times to have my students come in and talk about having been bullied in school and picked on over and over. We teach the kids in our classes about respect, about treating others how they would wish to be treated, and standing up for themselves and what they believe in by being the bigger person and walking away when they need to, or standing beside a friend and backing them up even when others are being cruel, and I just wish that more kids and the adults who don't seem willing to adress the behaviors of these bullies, would take a moment and think about the fact that not addressing it isn't just hurting the kid being bullied, its hurting the bully as well.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1Yl46DrtoMI

I miss hockey, its the only sport outside of football, MMA, and motocross that I watch

The last couple weeks have been really good ones. Between learning Flash, which has been frustrating but fun and lets me create, all the writing i've done, and the martial arts (I train in Tae Kwon Do and Jujitzu) I've been able to keep busy, which is always a good thing for me. I constantly remind myself that the busier I am the less time I have to brood and pick on myself. I know I'm in a better place with that than I was last year, so I'll definately call it progress.

Thank you

The last time I had a twinkie, it was down south and it was deep fried, much like pickles and snickers bars. it was a good guilty pleasure, but I don't miss them.

I went once, 14 years ago, for my sons first christmas, to get him a furby, i vowed never to go again. This year, my daughter asked for a furby...I got it from amazon. I went hunting this morning with my son, was a great way to work off the turkey from yesterday. No cars, no people, no horns honking, was a beautiful morning.

really loving this story, it's really sad what Zach is going through and yet i get the sense that he's not in the right place, mentally to learn the truth of what's gone on, or going on with Jeremy. Looking forward to reading the next chapter, you built some great tension!

Thank you Mak and Jo Ann, it's goot to have a place to vent, I'm sure I'll need it. I agree mark, with the Three steps forward and two steps back, but hey, like you said, at least thats one step in the right direction. I try to pour a lot of what I feel into my writing, which is just another great reason to have found my way here.

For me, the hardest thing is the mood shifts. I can deal with the mania, I've learned over the years how to channel it into art, music, writing, photography, martial arts, all the things i love and that give me a positive outlet for all the excess energy. it's far, far better than the distruction I used to engage in as a teen. I hate what I've come to call the "down time" the depression, the days when i cry over next to nothing, or can't seem to find the energy to even bother to cook a meal. The worse part of it is how hard I am on myself in those moments, the way the inner voice in my head points out all the flaws, all the mistakes, and pokes at them till I feel even worse. When I'm "up" I can go and go and only need 4-5 hours of sleep at night, but when I'm "down" I feel like i can't get enough sleep, and want nothing more than to just pull the blankets over my head and stay in my warm bed with my cats. I hate those moments, and kicking myself for laying there and getting nothing done, even when getting up and trying to push myself to do something just ends up like trying to walk through fog. It's taken me years to figure out some of the triggers and avoid them, but nothings fool proof, unfortunatly. The only saving grace has been that in the last few years, the periods of just feeling down and miserable have gotten shorter. I just really hope it stays that way.

Very, very well said. Today was the first year that my kids helped with thanksgiving dinner. It was amazing to be teaching them the same recipes that my grandmother had taugth to me when i was young. After dinner my youngest put on a thanksgiving play with some of her stuffed toys, and it was really a wonderful way to end the evening. To be able to sit there in the living room with my two kids, my mother and my best friend/roomie, and laugh and joke together was worth more to me than anything else in the world. They are the ones I am truly thankful for, they make each day worth living.

I wanna know what';s gonna happen so bad!!!! I love the way this is developing, even if the short chapters make me want to cry. I will so be looking forward to next wednesdays update.

Oh I love Lions, and there is a shortage of good fic out there with were-lions or lion men. Def looking forward to reading more of this.

Well, I grew up 45 min south of Boston, and my fav thing to do in Boston was always visiting the galleries and museums, they have a good number of them if you're into art.