Sasha Distan
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“I hate him!” I threw my bag at the corner table where Toman and Mina were sitting it the nearly deserted Toast. It was Monday, four o’clock, just after school and I was wound up enough to kill something. Luckily before that could happen Nuka knocked me to the lino floor. I wrestled good-naturedly with the husky while he tried to lick me to death until Paul hauled him off me and offered me a hand up. “Hey there little boy,” Paul dropped an arm over my shoulder, “Who you mad at?” I smiled half
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oh my god, I missed you! many hugs! So far there is just Stolen Pleasure, then Torturous Love, then Palace Life (not finished). The stories are best read in the order in which i wrote them which is not chronological. And TL doesn't end with Tobias making a decision. He still loves/hates/wants to kill Zai intermittantly. His decision is made some point in the "six years" between TL and SP. Nassau hasn't got a story yet, though he is making way ore cameo's... can't decide who to introduce y'all to next. Kiaza is on the list. Also currently the FULL version of Palace Life can only be read on SOL. LitE has too many issues with the second chapter. I think here might as well.
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I did not want to move. Move house, move schools, none of it. I liked living in central London. I loved having the tube and being able to get out and about with my friends. Being independent. Hanging out at burger joints and bars until all hours. All of it. And then my mother, who was cheating on Dad in the first place, caught him sleeping with his secretary and all hell broke loose. That’s how me and Mum ended up taking all our worldly possessions and moving to the countryside. Some little t
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Maxie's grandmother tells him that love and hate are two horns on the same goat. One snowy January day a boy shows up who might just be that goat. Jesse has moved across the country to the middle of "shit-all and nowhere" and isn't happy about it. As the boy's move closer and further apart, they learn that love may not be enough to fix everything, & that both of them will need to change
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My grandmother was very fond of a particular saying, it was something she said when people got upset or frustrated, but it was something she once said to me that sort of changed my life. Or maybe what it really did was making me change myself. The way I saw myself. Love and hate are two horns on the same goat. Before, at the time she said it to me; I never really understood what it meant. Afterwards, it sort of became my mantra. * We all know how it goes, but my life began to change one over
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I was nervous as I waited for Zai to come back to the house. Shindae had dressed me and it was obvious that the big demon had a flare for the dramatic. A knee length kilt, pleated, in a heavy black wool and furnished with a chunky leather belt. The hardware was all brass, a couple of cogs and pipes making up the buckle and keepers. The boots were tall with big square silver buckles running up the sides, and the shirt was, in comparison to the rest of the outfit, an almost transparent grey silk w
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It was like standing in a whirlwind that was a firestorm. I screamed, even though it meant that fire tried to race down my throat. I couldn’t see, couldn’t breathe. I was dying, burning up, being crushed. This was worse than the pain before, worse than the breaking grinding bones or the rape. Why, why had I agreed to this? My body was gone, lost somewhere. I was going to die and I had so wanted to find out what the demon Zai had meant by his last statement. Experience a life like you’ve never k
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Zai sat crossed legged on the blanket and watched the boy with shuttered eyes. Through his eyelashes he stroked the boy with his eyes, following the lines and curves of Toby’s body. He’d wrapped his cloak around the narrow shoulders and all the boy had done since was sit and snivel, rocking every now and then. Zai’s attempt at earlier conversation had established that the boy Toby was not talking to him, apparently wrestling with some inner torment. The soft half-light after sundown had deepene
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pretty dirty mouth.... tehe
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oh god, more american's running the second world war... go and do your history, the CIA never had a single thing to with concentration camps. i fear that this will not be well received by anyone in Europe who actually knows thing about the worst war that ever happened. it's not your fault but the US view on what happened during WW2 is really really warped.
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I opened my eyes and got instantly confused. My hand was curled in front of my face, and my wrist was bruised. Another hand sheltered mine, slender with short dark fur and tipped with sharp black claws. My back was warm and I could feel hot breath on the back of my neck. Everything ached, I hurt all over and my ankle twinged from the fall. Something had gone very wrong with my life in the last twelve hours. I seemed to be missing huge chunks of time, and what I could remember was too painful to
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Zai sat on his haunches and regarded his prey with sharp acid yellow eyes. The moon above them was a perfect half disc, bathing the scene in silver light. The boy was knocked out of his body by pain and partial asphyxiation, his mind gone for the mean time. But Zai though he liked the flavour of this mind. The boy was strong, mentally at least, and had managed to cling on to consciousness when many other were already drooling vegetables. When most humans saw Zai, they painted his faces with whic
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Your strategy for dealing with crude reviews?
Sasha Distan replied to Hasimir Fenrig's topic in Writer's Circle
my fiance, wise as he is, had to make me see that there really is nothing to do about them. brush off, ignore and move on. i find it really hard, i tend to stomp around the living room in a rage for a while, shouting at the computer. then i remember that reviews are usually written by idiots who have no creative energy at all, and then i feel better. -
Tobias gets attacked by a demon who only likes the dark and loves to cause pain. Zai feels a strange attraction to the boy who is also an empath. It will a be a strange romantic relationship. WARNING: torture, violence, rated 18 for violence, some gore and blood-play
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Everyone knows how love stories are supposed to start. It the old days there was the rescuing, or the unexpected encounter. These days it’s all about chance meetings, twists of fate, people brought together by supernatural desire. But whatever happens it’s all flutterings of the heart, longful silences and deep gazes. There is always angst. Always. And misunderstandings and tearful reunions. Everyone knows that’s how love stories always start, especially teenage love stories. My name is Toby, I
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I work at a secondary school. for those of you in the US this means 11 to 16 year olds. not quite high school. Today I overheard one of my year 11 student telling a guy in his year known for being the type who throws his weight around that picking on younger effeminate students made him "look really repressed" And it turns out that even 16 year old teenage boys can admit when their being stupid. I saw him go and apologise to this lovely super-unsure kid in year 9 whose bag he'd thrown across the field. Faith in humanity and the future generation restored. seen.heard.read anything good lately to restore your faith in the world?
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Too much rage.... cannot form coherent argument, so many things to shout about...
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dude, awesome. thanks for sharing. and on another positive note, let hope things are changing for the better. my school (where i work) has a GSA, and pretty much every classroom has a StoneWall poster of some kind. teenagers now are way more tolerant than we were at their age. sure they make jokes, and 'gay' is a word that has slipped into their vernacular to mean 'pants' but as human creatures with blossoming sexuality they are way more secure than i ever was at their age. straight teenage boys still hug each other. it's endearing.
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Reading too much into what's been written
Sasha Distan replied to Former Member's topic in The Lounge
As authors, we all know that "author intent" means jack-shit. the kids at school complain all the time about this sort of thing, and not just face book and stuff, but from their english lessons. people will always over analyse everything. -
Jahke stretched, arms above his head, pulling his muscles out from their soft sleep. Vertebrae cracked and Jahke purred, feeling the warm burn in his crotch, the hot satisfaction of a good fuck. Sitka reached out and wrapped a long arm around the boy’s torso, pulling him back against him with a soft possessive growl. “Not yet,” The demon’s arm tightened around him, “Five more minutes.” Jahke sighed and let himself be hugged, enjoying the heat of Sitka’s muscled chest against his back, and look
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Hey people, I just got on board with this, Andy linked me (so lovely). Early July sounds good. can't do beginning of august (getting married) Manchester or London preferable, anything north of that is The North and we don't get on so much.... also hi...i'm Sasha and i hail to you from the middle of f-all and nowhere in deepest rural sussex.
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“Are you sure you wanna do this?” Sitka sat on the chaise-lounge stroking his lover’s fine blond hair, “You don’t have to.” “But you said everyone shares.” Jahke smiled up at him, hands tracing distracted patterns over his own abdomen, “And it’s Shindae’s birthday.” “I just want you to be happy Jahke.” “I am happy.” The boy reached out for the big horned demon and stole a kiss, “Really.” It had been months since Jahke had arrived at the house and it hadn’t taken long for him to get used to h
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Sitka lay in bed and watched the boy sleep. They had spent the whole of the previous day alternating sleeping, arguing, shouting, fighting and talking. Sitka had resisted giving the boy doses of compulsion whenever things had gotten tough, as would have been normal. That or quick and bloody death. He’d given Jahke compulsion whenever the boy had asked for it directly, but had kept the doses short, light, tried to keep him lucid and focused. Now he lay and watched the boy dreaming. His eyes flic
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yeah, the posting system accidently skipped chapters 2, 3, and 4 so you read 1 and then 5 straight away. loading them up in the right order now, bear with
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Jahke yawned like a lion, his jaw creaking as he stretched. He was warm, the bed was soft, and the sleep in the back of Jahke’s mind saw no reason for him to get up yet. It caught his will and dragged him back under quickly. He was sitting in the wing chair in the library, dreaming of the book in his lap, the lost soldier and his new werewolf companion frolicking in the woods. Jahke grinned, satisfied and sated, the languid heat between his legs spreading through him. Something dark flashed acr
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