Sasha Distan

I've never known how people stay friend's with their ex's... but Zeke isn't a bad guy, though he and Jian don't have all that much in common. But the lack of bitterness is good, like you said.

well, I figure it's really winter where you are, so you need something to make you toasty! Gld you liked it, thanks Jesse.

and won't that be fun? thanks puppilull

Emmett had never really danced - too big, too clumsy, and too scared of stepping on someone’s toes - but when Jian held out his hand, his hips still swaying in time to the music, Emmett could do nothing else but follow his lead. He moved wherever the angles of Jian’s lithe sweat-soaked body directed him to, and within the space of a dozen breaths, Emmett had stopped thinking with his brain, letting his instincts take the lead as the edges of his visual field sparkled with points of golden light

not sure where the name Craig came from, I'll grant you it's not from my usual roster. I started teaching at 23 (just 23 too) and I was younger than most of the other staff's children were. This made it very hard to get taken seriously sometimes in the staff room. After all, when the other teachers look at you strangely, but you can have very involved conversations about rabbit hunting with your GCSE students, it makes it hard to fit in.

You should come and see a school these days, the levels of tolerance are staggering. It's beautiful. I know not all schools are like mine, but damn I'm glad to work there.

what a prefect can and can't do depends on your school. when I was at school, prefects had extra responsibilities, a bit more freedom around the building, and used to assist with fund-raising and public events. At the school where I teach, our Student Leaders run the social events almost entirely independently from the staff, help organise students for assemblies and events, and are trusted a long way beyond their peers. As of yet, none have abused this trust. and thank you xxx

“Just slowly rub it in, why don’t you!” Ewan laughed heartily, and slapped his friend’s shoulder. The other guys in the common room had fallen about in similar fits of giggles, and Jim was becoming so red in the face it was a wonder he was still able to draw breath. “Oh dude, your face.” “Shut up,” Craig whined, shifting his weight from foot to foot, looking decidedly uncomfortable. “You guys are horrid.” “We weren’t the ones flirting with the new teacher,” Jim pointed out, having regained f

Collected 2017 prompts. Published un-edited and as written

“All knowledge is precious whether or not it serves the slightest human use.” A E Housman

it was in response to Jeff's previous review from chapter 1. I think all my stories set in sixth forms (apart from Born Wolf) are all basically in the same place. It's where I went after all. Leon will come around. He's a teenager too.

How on earth in comicfan surviving without a computer???? (My mind has literally just exploded as I sit here with three computers within touching distance) Even with image link issues, perhaps once the new software is ironed out, perhaps we could try again?

Prompt 316, which was a picture tag of a cool old car with white wall tyres, inspired my very favourite prompt story: The Long Wait I miss picture tags, I usually did pretty well with them. Not My Brother was a picture tag prompt (I forget which number) which got out of hand and turned into it's own story. Can we have some more maybe?

thank you all for your inputs and opinions. I suppose yes, there is often the options for sequels, but like Clochette says, there's nothing quite like the first time.

Today I want to talk about something which mostly everyone thinks doesn't affect me, and much of the time, I am lucky, and I pass by writer's block like a freight train running on a different track while I sit in comfort and tap away on something which more resembles the shinkansen. But to say I have never felt that dread of not starting right, or not finishing, would be a terrible lie. I'm good at lying, but I don't want to lie to you. Let's talk about The Last Page, Final Chapters, The End, and how hard it is to say goodbye. I'm sitting in front of a story right now, 24,000 words of something which sledge-hammered me around the skull two weeks ago (yes, sorry, I did write all that in 12 days with breaks for Christmas), but which I do not want to finish. Not just because it was supposed be for the spring anthology and is going to be too long to qualify, but because I still don't feel like I know these characters well enough to let them go. But I know I'll have to. Finishing is the worst feeling, or one of the worst feelings, I have ever known. Letting go of people you have shared your brain with, your life with, is tough. My characters talk to me in the shower, while I’m trying to eat dinner and converse with my family, hang around while I sleep and insinuate themselves into my life. They latch on, bug me when I'm supposed to be teaching, or marking, or walking the dog, and letting them go means waving goodbye to people who have become great friends. Even if they've only been with me for a little while, it's still hard. The First Page, In The Beginning, Once Upon A Time, and how to get to know someone. Starting can be as hard as finishing, and I doubt I need to explain to any other writer out there, the number of files I have, a thousand words here, four thousand words there, of things which just never got off the ground. Worse still are the ideas which roll around in the mind, sometimes for years, but every time you go to apply them to paper, they drift away, as insubstantial as smoke, the details smearing like warm paint in the bright sun. I have a few things I want to start at the moment, but I can't, because I don't know where to start, and something else is holding my back from that first blank page. Guilt. Guilt because I have left characters and readers hanging, suspended in mid air, waiting for resolution or continuation, some I have left waiting to fall in love. And that must be painful. I feel bad for them, but sometimes trying to dive back in where you left off is worse. You can't grab the thread, the style has changed, and what seemed easy and natural before is now stilted and difficult. The best intentions are all well and good, but coming back is hard. So to those readers and those characters, I am sorry. But I'll try. You are not abandoned, and I am on my way. I will do my best to bring you home.

I shall just sit here and pray that it's as awesome as I really really really hope it will be. pleasepleasepleasepleasepleaseplease.....

Oh, I really enjoy Twitter. It's Facebook which is more terrifying. and Tumblr. I will always stay away from tumblr

It's a long time later Tim. and neither Marty of Hrishi ever run into the guys from agriculture and land management

It was a good college to go to. I enjoyed my two years there, and I met my husband there. Though we did not have sex in the showers - or anywhere else on campus (I think...). So glad you're enjoying the story, more good stuff to come xx

Marty would not describe himself as any type of software developer, as will become apparent. And yes, there is a lot going on in good 6th forms these days where Computing is taught properly.

Leon is his oldest friend, and he's not always a dick. Give him time, you'll warm to him. Probably.

thank you! I'm glad you enjoyed it. I'll warn you, there are very few conversations between these two which don't involve shouting.

these boys know how to make an impression!

A bunch of us are arguing heatedly over the correct walking bass line for classic rock and roll as we exit the main auditorium. About the only music classes we have to leave our building for are big technical lectures. I’ve filled ten pages with notes about the stylistic fingerprints of rock and roll versus metal and indie rock, and made myself a pretty long listening list which will keep me going for at least ten hours. Leon spins around, walking backwards and holding forth about his unshakeabl

Eh... continue spending time with Goblin, husband, and dog.