Sasha Distan
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I cried when i wrote it.I promise nothing, except everything. xxx
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I woke from a deep dreamless sleep to a number of new sensations. The whole of my left side was numb, my mouth felt like sandpaper and there was a hot half burning half soothing sensation deep inside me which I’d never felt before. I opened one eye and squinted down to see Jesse curled around me. His golden hair was a mess, his head on my shoulder, one leg and one arm thrown over me, his hand curving unconsciously over my chest. My heart started up and set about to merely clattering around like
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‘Dude what happened to you?’ Dina grinned at Jared as he approached, sitting back against the stairs, a book on the ground in front of her, ‘You look like you just woke up.’ Jared collapsed on the ground next to her and tried not to wince at the pain in his arse as he sat. He’d been in the bathrooms, trying to look presentable, surveying the damage. His t-shirt was sort of ruined, and the water made it more obvious so he’d shoved it in his bag and put on his hoodie, hoping no one would notice.
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katy/shelby... yeah, i know, inconsistencies abound
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I don't think there is a rule for "your story WILL be better if you do this". along with that whole only-8-plots-ever crap, i'm sure these are tricks propounded by people with less talent to make the rest of us feel crappy. apologies to Myiege's writing tutor. *shrug* if i love it and i wrote it, then it can't be too bad, and generally i think that the first inspiration is often the best one. like soup. you start with a good stock and add all the other things to it. if you remove the stock you started with, all the good flavours fall apart and there is nothing to link them. i love food analogies.
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You said it. Inferred author intent counts for nothing. write your descriptions for yourself and work out what your story needs.
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dude, sorry. i updated all the chapters. there's ten of them.
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Maxie’s body thrummed with the force of his desire, his blood beating a pulse that hurt his brain, made him think with his cock. Jesse stood next to the bed, toying with the buttons of his shirt and Maxie wanted nothing more than to rip the garment from him, drink in that smooth rose and gold body, taste every inch. Jesse trembled as Maxie approached him, his fingers unable to manage the little pearl buttons of his shirt. His was a mix of lust and longing, fear and shame. What if after all this
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Wilton Morris worried about his friend. Cole was undeniably a real stand-up reliable guy, but the way in which he’d lost his cool so readily and shouted at Parker had him worried. Wilton had been plenty popular at school, so he hadn’t banked much on needing new friends at college. His friendship with Cole had come a as a shock. They’d met on Cole’s seventeenth birthday, the first day of college, bumped into each other and got to chatting. Then Wilton had discovered they had anthropology together
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Self censoring? F*** that Agree with FishWings, whatever you do, do not do that. Also.... are we allowed to swear in this topic? Many of my characters swear because people swear in real life. I have a story where the first line is: "Fuck it, fuck it, TREY!" it works for them...
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you are so correct! I like a mix of "themed" music depending on the story and weirdly, old episodes of Wire in the Blood. Robson Green has a very relaxing voice. and no, i don't write about murder or the police, so it makes no logical sense.
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Keith Urban - Long Hot Summer
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Maxie is nuts. I swear the thought rattled around like a billiard ball for about twenty seconds, while I stood there staring at him. He sat astride the motorbike like he belonged there and started at me with the stupid sexy lazy sort of smile. All I know about our day is that we are going to an art show later, that we now have a bike to ride around on and that I won’t be home tonight. Maxie said it was our anniversary, the day we’d sat on the hill and kissed and meant it. So much had changed.
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Cole is fascinated by a boy who won't talk to him and has no idea how to be gay in a world in which a man's worth is measured by his skill in working the land and riding quad bikes. Jared thinks he's happy with his secret lover but when a boy who can't communicate with him puts in the effort to try realises that secret sex-friends might not be enough and even good boys get love too.
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Cole loved college. The difference between sixth form and secondary was such a big divide it may as well have been the damn-Grand-fucking-Canyon. School had been hell, a shit-fight every day of drama and hormones and his parents going off on him every time he put half a toe out of line. College was heaven. Cole also loved having such an early birthday. He had turned seventeen the day he’d started college, September 1st, and while it meant that he was the oldest in his year, it also meant that he
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As the tail end of winter petered out into the hopeful begins of spring Jesse and I sorted out a routine. We talked through the wall, that hadn’t changed, but now most evenings would find me at his after school. He found the untidiness of my room distracting, and since his mother worked late it was easier to relax there. We went from school to his, or out to Toast, sometimes with Toman and Mina in tow and chatted or did homework on the table in the corner. Paul gave us the run of his house after
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you must read it, it's so amazingly written!
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Paul dropped us off exactly between our two houses, right on the border line, and it was with some trepidation that I got out of the back of the truck. I had held Maxie’s hand the whole drive towards home and he squeezed back. I loved to touch him, but as we got out of the truck and stood facing our houses, the prospect of my mum seeing him holding my hand scared me. I wanted to run to the end of the earth, and then maybe jump off. I let go of Maxie and then wished I hadn’t. He turned to me, an
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I just finished "Don't Let Me Go" by JH Trumble. I cried, but it was a happy ending. I still cried.
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After Jesse left I wanted nothing more than to lie in bed and wait to hear him through the wall, but Babaanne roped me in to help with the rest of clearing away. Dinner had gone really well, I’d avoided making doe eyes at Jesse the entire time, and managed to make some sort of sensible conversation with his mum. But now that I stood at the sink washing out the tagine I burned to be upstairs alone, or rather, not really alone. “You’re quiet tonight,” Mum rubbed my shoulder as she filched a tea t
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All day I hadn’t been able to stop staring at him. I’d woken from a deep sleep in which all I felt was the presence of Maxie and some calm and soothing feeling I did not name; and I had been filled with a sense of peace the likes of which I had never known. Reading poetry through he all had seemed a perfect way to start the day. Once I’d been sharing the same air as Maxie though, the confidence had taken a back seat to desire. I’d never wanted anything this much, not least when Maxie had taken
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The week without Jesse passed slowly. School was good, the way it always was; and though I was not asked I took work home for Jesse, passing worksheets through the wall, bringing them back for teachers who wondered why a boy excluded for fighting wanted to keep up so well. I read him the new poems we covered in English and we discussed ‘Cover Version’ at length, arguing over the religious symbolism of a god who was a bull and not a lamb. We ran every other day, jogging for miles which burned my
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It was midnight, the house was silent, the incandescent hands of my little clock told me that a new day was just beginning, another one was just lost. A day where Maxie had kissed me, in the field, under the stars. I had been so angry at the start of that run, half way between the dark sort of sadness that leads to doing really stupid things and the hot red rage that lead to me breaking my sort-of-best-friend’s nose. But the body wants what the body wants, and as annoyed as I was when we started
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Paul had though the idea of talking to Jesse through a hole in the wall was stupid, Guy thought it was inspired and Mina thought I was downright nuts. Toman had kept his head down, generally pissed at me for losing student leader privileges which allowed me use of the common room and the ability to leave school at lunch. He missed our off campus excursions. Jesse and I were still on a no conversation policy at school, but had managed to graduate to ‘please’, ‘thank you’ and ‘pass the red paint’
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I barely slept. The blow that had knocked me across the floor of my bedroom had raised a dark purple bruise the shape of Maxie’s fist on my jaw and split my lip. There was no blowing it off, it looked like I’d been in a fight and my red rimmed eyes only backed that up. I left the house before mum was even up and trudged to school through the thick cloud that had settled over the town in lieu of the earlier snow. My new tutor clucked disapprovingly when she saw me, turning from folding all the t
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