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Now who is writing to the point of making the reader want more and stopping? Having had all those little disasters except for the poisoning happen ( thank god not in a string like that ) I was really feeling for the guy. Only you know if this Nambo creature will turn out to be a good thing in the protagonists life! So what do I need to do to get YOU to write more on this one?

Ok - so how come none of you writing types, and an editor to boot, told me I managed to change Bobby's name to Billy at the end?

I don't think you will have any problem painting a convincing picture. I do think you seemed in a tad of a hurry to get from that kiss by the fountain to the coronation as prince consort. Seems like a lot of drama must have occurred between Alex and Sophia after the announcement that the arranged wedding was off. Princesses don't just go dabbling in the dark arts and cursing ex boyfriends in record time like that. The visible results of wilting flowers and the storm that suddenly advanced and retreated with Sophia's entrance and exit would indicate power, something she would have had to develop over time. Please don't misunderstand - I loved the story. There is just a whole lot more there to tell. It's very difficult to create a fantasy world. It seems like for every detail one includes it creates 10 questions that need to be answered if the story is to move forward. Eminently enjoyable. I look forward to the next kick in the pants your muse gives you !

I repeat all my comments from chapter one. This is a good place to leave the characters to their own devices for a while, but the story line DOES beg to continue. You just get the feeling there is so much more to be said.

So you have commitment issues - doesn't mean you can't have an on again off again thing with Blake and Tyler. Keep em on the back burner between inspirations. Nothing says you HAVE to post every day, week, or even month for that matter. Just find someone nice and sturdy to hide behind when people start badgering you to write faster!

Go Vru! Can you tell I am not what one would call patient with abusers? I'm curious tho, who would now get title to the house Vru so kindly redecorated? Maybe i shouldn't think so logically, but sooner or later the authorities will want to know what happened and who ever is next of kin will be pretty upset at the mess at least if not Aris' demise. First person I would be looking for is Atoki. If they are not planing on staying in hell, that could get damned inconvenient very quickly.

Very nice AJ. The story is one we can all relate to in one way or another. No one gets thru life without losing someone along the way. It's the very few who are lucky enough to find that someone again and have a second chance. I agree with Mann, in that I feel there is a lot more to the story. Just as you went back in the epilogue to tell us the real significance of Max, I think there is a lot more you could tell us about both Mitch and Danny as well.

LOL the gals in the chat room were right - this is an adorable story. I was wondering how long it would take Adam to catch on to what Michael did! Even I know enough to delete browsing history regularly, and i am about as un-computer savvy as they come! Completely enjoyable!

And what makes you think i could get a computer to do that sort of thing? Now - testing out the recipes....that i can do! Grammar and spelling - converting and double entry pounds/grams i can do too so there is no translation issues. But formatting and stuff??? AJ help me get out of this one!

What's the point of a chip being so fast if the drivers they use are getting slower and slower? Windows 8 seems to take forever to open an app compared to 7 and 7 was slower than xp

LOL a good portion of the story is actually true - my brother had a similar deal to live on a graveyard property and take care of the place and it was pretty overgrown when he moved in. The tree and shoe headstones were real, although they were ballerina slippers not blue suede shoes!

Me too- damn little voice gets wound up faster every week! Prompt 252 Bobby sat on his mom’s rope and board swing slowly rocking back and forth. He hated living here. His friends refused to come over to visit. The creeps at school all made fun of him over living in THIS house. “God I hope dad is right about that party at the end of the month.” “What could be a better place for a Halloween party than an old graveyard that no one ever visits anymore?” he had said. *** Moving in here was the end result of a string of bad luck. First mom had gotten sick. The hospital bills were horrendous and the insurance that dad’s work provided was more of a freak show than it was a funding source for medical bills. They had ended up selling their house with the huge yard and small barn out back that Bobby had turned into a teen’s paradise. The insulation they had installed along with the full floor kept the place reasonably warm all winter long. The “kitchen”, a long counter with stove at one end, fridge at the other and a huge sink in the center, in the one huge room made for the perfect party setting. Moving the old living room set out there when mom had upgraded the house furniture was great too. He even had plans to eventually turn the loft into a bedroom and install a propane fireplace. It had gotten them a good price when they were forced to sell. The apartment they moved into wasn’t all that bad. It was small, but that made it easy for Bobby to take care of while dad worked and mom slowly recovered. The landlord was a nightmare though. If Bobby even turned on the stereo low when the old goat was home he was calling dad at work and bitching about it. Then when he saw Bobby and his boyfriend the first time he had started a campaign to evict them on some sort of morals basis. Like being gay was a ground for denying people a safe place to live. To quote an old bumper sticker “The moral majority is neither”. Then dad had been “downsized” at work. A polite way to say tossed on his butt as a cost cutting measure. With the savings and most of the money from the sale of the house having gone to pay the medical bills it wasn’t long before the rent fell behind and the old goat had the excuse he needed to “evict that fag and his family”. Moving here – well Bobby wasn’t sure yet if this was good luck to have found the place or bad yet. Dad had come home from the employment center one afternoon and announced that they would be moving. Bobby had argued against it. Said it would be too tough on mom to move a second time in six months. But being only 17 he didn’t get too much of a say in the situation, and he couldn’t argue the fact that it did sound like a sweet deal. Live in the house on the property and clean the overgrowth away, maintain the property and take care of the little bit of business that occurs every year. No rent. It was an even up trade landscaping the two acres for living there. The house did need some work but the landlord would pay for materials if Bobby and his dad did the labor. Pretty sweet huh? What his dad hadn’t told him was what the “little bit of business” was. Bobby found that out the first weekend after they had moved in. They spent the rest of the week making small repairs around the house and getting settled, and come Saturday morning the guys had come over and they set about starting to beat back the brush line from the house. Two acres and when they had moved in there was only enough open space for the house and two of the three cars. Mom’s car was in a u-store lot for now since she wasn’t up to driving yet anyway. Bobby had fired up a gas powered weed eater he found in the shed while his two friends took pruning shears to the over grown boxwood hedges along the street. As he worked his way back slowly making about a 4 foot wide path into the woods he heard the plastic blades hit something hard. Shutting the noisy machine off, he started pulling the vines by hand and froze when he saw a headstone. And worse – he was standing right in the center of what had to be the grave it went with! Backing off of the grave quickly he shouted for his dad to come down off the roof. Dad and the boys both came running at the panicked sound of Bobby’s voice. When they got there Bobby was shaking and pointing mutely. “Holy crap! Is that a grave??” Steve had blurted. “Umm. Yeah. Guess I should have told you that little detail before we moved in huh?” his dad said sheepishly. “This property is a graveyard that dates back to the civil war. Last person who was buried here was an Elvis impersonator back in the 70’s. The old man who used to take care of the place stopped keeping it clean a long time ago. When he finally passed away about 5 years ago the cemetery commission had to evict his grandson when the kid refused to live up to his grandpa’s agreement to take care of the place. The kid took it to court to fight it claiming his grandpa had some sort of paper giving him title to the place. It took a long time to figure it all out. By that time you couldn’t even tell this was a graveyard.” “Gross. Bobby I am sooooo not going to come visit you in a graveyard!” Paul announced handing him the pruning shears in his hands. “I’m outta here. You wanna see me come to my place dude! Are you coming Steve?” “Nah – I said I would help and I will. But don’t be expecting me to hang out sitting on headstones or anything Bobby!” *** It took three weeks of steady work all day long to get most of the graves uncovered and the headstones cleaned up. Most of the graves seemed to date from the late 1800’s and early 1900’s. The stones were sort of weird too. I mean weirder than the usual statues of angels and devils and the like. There was one looked like 5 foot tall tree stump with a photograph in what looked like it was supposed to be a hollow opening in the tree. The Elvis impersonators grave had a pair of shoes carved into it and at some point someone had painted them blue. Yeah – blues shoes. There was one for a little boy that died at 12 in the 40’s whose stone was made to look like a lunchbox. But the weirdest one was the huge stone tuba. The guy must have been in a marching band or something. *** “Maybe dad is right. This could be a decent place for one whopper Halloween party. Oh well – least the neighbors are quiet.”

And they say us old Italian women cook with too much garlic! I love the flamboyance of the pair of vamps. LMAO a pair of vamps that think they are vamps. Only you could do that one Mann! Ingenious.

Ok- I have no clue how RPG's work, and don't even really want to get involved in playing since I have seen supposed adults get hooked to the point of getting into trouble with their employers etc, but I would like to help out somehow. Sounds interesting to watch, so if i can help let me know.

So- why the change in the collars? And what was Kevin promised that would make him give up his ideals and the guy he claims to love? What went so wrong with him and Travis ? Can Julian free the other kids the way he freed Jessie? And how in the name of space travel does a gay male robot become pregnant???????? LOL I know, I know, keep reading and i might find out. Seriously, creating an entire world is a lot harder than one might think. I know - the author I am currently working with is in the process of doing just that. She gets frustrated with me coming up with the million questions and then realizing if i am asking so would every reader. Kudos to you for doing it so well, even if I am asking the questions again.

I for one would like for Marcus to somehow find out about his true parentage - or announce he already knows somehow. And no ending the thing off in a way that would prevent another visit to the villa of Marcus Quintillius Braxus!

Was the second story of Sasha's I read, also found off sight. I was impressed with the way he researched sign language and had Cole struggling to learn. I know first hand how hard it is for a hearing/speaking person to learn sign. As a part of any character interview I would love to ask Jared what went thru his mind every time Cole made the inevitable mistakes that would totally change what his fingers were trying to say.

Ut oh - something tells me this Aris is in for a rather bad time of it in the not too distant future! You keep this up my dear and you will be added to the list of "addictive authors". The one that encompasses everyone, not just my addiction list!

Being born and raised here ( on the Jersey shore) i despise the Brooklyn wannabees that think they exemplify anything let alone what life on the shore. I'm not real fond of the image the Soprano's have instilled of the Italian heritage either.

Here's a silly thought out loud for you LJ. We should redefine the terms kinky and perverted. Kinky should be something you are not into yourself but will do for love of your partner, perverted should be something you would not do under any circumstances. The rest should fall into normal relationships and let the priests/ministers/rabbi's/ mayors/town councilmen/ and who ever else thinks they should be allowed to tell you how to live your life go find a rock to crawl under.

Yep, your title says it all. Now stop worrying about posting on schedule and take care of your family and YOURSELF. We also went thru a year of hell starting with my father in law breaking a hip while doing chemo for oral cancer, mother in law ( his ex wife) chosing the same time frame and rehab center to have her hip replaced, and my own diagnosis of breast cancer, followed by surgery chemo and radiation. Thru it all one thing kept me going - my friends. If you need an extra pm me!

I agree with Myk. You are sharing something that no doubt is personal to you. A reader has no right to demand faster posting or longer chapters and an author should not feel he/she needs to apologize for not adhering to some arbitrary schedule. The words come when they come and sometimes other things have to come first.

How about a smart remark about "typical Italian-American Northern Delaware/Jersey type"? I managed to keep my mouth shut earlier, but since you keep repeating it ..... All of us Italians from Jersey are NOT exemplary of "Jersey Shore" over inflated ego's. In fact - the characters from that horrid "reality tv" show are not even from NJ. You don't like it when people paint all gay individuals with the same brush, how about the same consideration for those of us who happen to be of Italian decent and from NJ?

Did they actually find a network that would air that advert?

Wow. I am not much on demon stories but this one caught me right off! Fantastic break from the gate!