Sasha Distan
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Weekly Update Weekly Wrap Up!
Sasha Distan commented on Renee Stevens's blog entry in Gay Authors News
it was a good week. also, come on Prom's! Where's TW, we need to make him work for his shiny purple now! -
thanks hun. I think having to wrestle an evil ram in real life helps. i helped deliver him, but he's a dick.
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I'm with Thorn. I'm an empath, and now I'm sad. it was beautifully drawn and told though
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Prompt 316 - Photo of a Roadster
Sasha Distan commented on Mann Ramblings's story chapter in Prompt 316 - Photo of a Roadster
nicely done. in not many words you made us feel for your characters, and the imagery was great. -
thank you Ron. I am blushing now. Your words are glittering. thank you.
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thanks hun. there'll be another one soon enough, you'll see. we must now restore our karmic balance with cute cowboys.
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hehehe. I think Jem's true calling in life was to be just a bit more evil than Kia.
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Sorry Cole (I actually feel kinda bad now). but thanks!
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yeah, sorta. I'm sure "mary" deserved it.
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Prompts Writing Prompts #316 & #317
Sasha Distan commented on Renee Stevens's blog entry in Writing World
got one! The Long Wait -
“Dude…” Jason stopped in the parking lot outside the mall. “White wall tyres.” “Really?” I stood next to him, leaning on his shoulder and making use of the height difference between us. “With the red wheels and everything?” “Well, yellow would be better.” Jason shrugged, and knocked my arm away. I knew that it bothered him, my closeness, and I knew why. “You cannot put white wall tyres on a John Deere, Jason.” We abandoned staring at the fancy car and walked into the blessed cool and air cond
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I would totally agree with your second point there. No kid in my class (with the odd exception) wants to work without this constant loop of reassurance that what they are doing is correct. Somehow we got them hooked on being approval junkies (in this i feel that the instant twitter/facebook and social media culture has a lot to answer for) and now they don't want to commit to anything as simple as a choice of words. As for being a writer and thus procrastinator... no! of course i'm not avoiding writing by browsing the forums. Don't be silly...
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Jeremiah woke in the bleary manner of those who have slept well, wrapped an arm around the waist of his lover, and pulled the slender, scaly boy back against his chest. Kiaza was slightly cool, and Jeremiah wrapped the thick duvets around them both unconsciously as he nuzzled into the demon. He pressed his lips against the back of Kiaza's neck, then woke up a little more and snuck his hand lower, pressing down the smooth length of Kiaza’s abdomen towards the scaled ridges which heralded the base
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Prompts Writing Prompts #316 & #317
Sasha Distan commented on Renee Stevens's blog entry in Writing World
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all your furniture apart from a mattress. seriously there is not a single stick of new furniture in out house apart from the bed.
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Well done Thorne! Congrats and much chocolate and beer!
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why thank you! *bows and wags tail* we try.
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not wrong per-say? we'll disagree on that. Sathriel wouldn't want Kia, the king needs to be in full and total control all of the time. can you imagine the rage if Kiaza denied him his orgasm?
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i happen to think that the "gay bear who's a a gay bear" was one of my finest moments. And yeah, Salamanders did get out of hand - the little bastards got everywhere and now exist in some form on every world we know of. bugger.
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“Come.” Nassau stood and beckoned to him. “Their game will take hours, and this will be easier if we are alone.” “But-” Trust me. Jeremiah blinked, because it was as though the Prince had whispered in his ear without moving his lips. He won’t mind. He followed Nassau from his chambers. They took a different set of stairs which twisted around and came out in a much narrower grey stone hallway. “This is the part where you sneak me away and kill me isn’t it?” Jeremiah looked sideways at his com
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thank you. Though there won't be a second chapter to this story, there are always more songbook 'tracks' lined up.and if you find any cool country music, you let me know.
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thank you.Everything you have said is wonderful, and yeah, I reckon Deo might be a bit shell shocked still. Chalk Horse Hill is a beautiful place, my favourite spot of land around where I live. it is too easy to stand there and see the wolves playing by the river.
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thanks hun.yeah, i could easily write more, but i'm not sure i want to. i kinda like seeing them like that in my head, on the verge of something which could be amazing.
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molasses.... ok, removing self from coma!Thanks for the lovely review, and thanks generally. this was a nice little thing to do.
