Sasha Distan

Would either of them ever actual use the word 'rape'? I have my doubts.

I'd go with that. you think someone loves and then they do this... I didn't like being Clem right about this chapter.Is Nathan jealous, or does he feels what Clem feels, the lack of desire to Always have to present himself as the stronger partner, but unlike Clem he can't admit it? It sucks being trodden on all the time, but it's damn lonely at the top too.

Regardless of anything else, I promise that this is not the case. The boys are 25, and I agree that it would be very young to write someone off forever. I also pretty much agree with everything else you said. People can come back from horrible things, but I also don't think it's Clem's job to do that. I know what you mean hun. Too bad a love of horses does not always equal a decent human being, eh?

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what the heck are they doing in there?

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oh Tim! Nice idea, but not quite how it goes... You'll have to wait and see. So, general question for the forum... how committed do we think Clem is to his decision? and is he strong enough to give Nathan what for in the future?

Sorry hun, I'll fix your heart with some new cowboys - I promise.As for Tommy... maybe he'll call, but will that be enough?

now where the heck am I gonna find a guy like that?!

Thanks Renee and everybody! Early christmas indeed!

you're welcome, and I hope your stomach settles down. Not everyone deserves the benefit of the doubt, so it seems. Have faith, Clem is strong.

ever more vitriol! it's always nice to bring forth such reactions!

Malcolm Turner is very happy living in the countryside, building custom furniture and nursing his ancient and decrepit Land Rover back to life on a regular basis. The love of his life left him for the city, but back luck comes in threes, and Malcolm is about to find out what else the universe has in store for him this winter.

If not for Russell Brannigan’s brake cable, none of this may ever have happened. If that stupid kid had just taken his car to the shop when it started making a funny squealing noise upon applying pressure to the brakes, I would not be here, alone at midnight, sitting on the narrow footbridge over the dark swirling waters of the river, drinking what remains of a bottle of honey-whiskey I had previously been saving for something special. Because of Russell Brannigan, and his faulty brakes, I now s

Thank you Rook. I'm always glad to inspire such vitriol and passion!

Thank you Geemeedee. I think Nate will find some time to have a good look around his own head and realise that the other guy is not worry his worry or his tears.

me too!

stop wishing for my characters to get run over by trucks. think of the poor truck!

Not that Clem would ever use the word 'rape', but yeah...

Clem folded his arms on the white wooden slats of the corral and watched the three year old horse trotting happily around on the long lunge line. Nathan stood in the centre of the round pen holding the line, whistling and clicking to the horse as he turned in his own footprints, letting the line play out and allowing the horse to go in larger and larger circles. It was a very pretty creature, a classic dark brown and white appaloosa out of the same mare that had birthed Nathan’s own very best eq

is everything always about football?

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You ever have one of those days where everything goes just as it should, but all the little things irritate you? Like the rough edge of a finger nail catching on things or a tiny stone in your shoe you just can't shake loose, something tiny hangs around in your brain and puts a damper on all the stuff that went right, all the things you did well, and everything that made you feel good about what went before. So here are the broken down bits of my day: The good thing, the thing must first status today (sometimes students are good for the soul), was about the two wonderful, blissful, year 10 (freshmen) lessons that i taught back to back, and the 300 good words i wrote during break in between. the lesson was all about writing specifications, the words were about Clem telling... (SPOILER), and all was right with the world. So over lunch i decide to start a list of marking comments to have made up into stickers to make the whole process easier (because how many times do I need to write "please expand your annotations by referring to the ACCESSFM sheet in your book" by hand when 1/3 of the class haven't done it right?). While I was doing this I realised that it would be good to have these things as a department, and went to seek permission and input from my Head of Department. And then in an after school meeting, I had to watch him lay claim to my idea. Entirely. Granted, it wasn't my first ever original idea, it was shown to us in a INSET session on marking and feedback I attended, but he took credit for starting the list and getting these stickers organised, despite the fact this is i) untrue, and ii) I'll be the one sending them to repro-graphics. And then I realised (my second status for the day) that lots of people can have good idea, because I believe him when he said he was thinking of doing it too, but very few people ever actually act on them. It struck a chord with me because, with NaNoWriMo having ended, I look around the NanoBrighton forum and see dozens of good ideas lying at the wayside, abandoned because their owners could not do what they set out to. One of these is an ML's, people who are upheld as our 'leaders' in each region, many are those who claim to be 'writers' having never finished or made public a single thing. So I'll forgive my HoD for stealing my credit, because it's better than a kick in the teeth, and I pity him for having so little get up and go of his own.

awesome review Tim, as if I wasn't back logged enough with my reading list!

I write sequentially, and the only time I didn't I ended up in knots. But I also do not plan (as a rule), and the plans I do make are small, soft, vague, and easily ignored - like mouse droppings. Hey, whatever works, right?