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Mark slapped the alarm off at the first buzzing. He was ready for his first marathon run of the year; he had been preparing to run it for months. After rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, he reached for the bed-side table-lamp and switched it on before swinging his legs over the side of the bed. He was confronted with the pill bottle and a glass of water, his first act each and every morning. These were new and only his fourth day of taking this particular anxiety med. It was one of the reasons f

A wonderful story you have written, Valkyrie. Honey bunny, since that is the only name you give your MC, certainly didn't have the best of childhood memories and he definitely screwed up at the marathon but that was nicely done with his stepping into church, and a realization.

As much as I like Born Wolf (I do, greatly), and I will comment in the appropriate place for that story later, it is the stories like All Over The Road and this one that shine oh-so-brightly for me. This was just a little gem of story. It was a deceptively simple tale of good friends that may be, might be something more, and to use one of your own lines from the story—But it was so much more than that. From the playful teasing in the opening dialogue on through the description of how the nickname came about and the rough-housing, showing off in the mall, and ice-cream and chocolate bears leaving tiny, sticky footprints, and on and etc. It's all a dance, a tease and a test of how far each one can move or should move before there's no pulling back—no way to misinterpret the play. Such a wonderful game these two are involved in and you capture it beautifully.

Nice imagery, Mann, and a smart pull back from the action. I liked it.

I hope your grandmother is recovering well.

Ouch! Indeed. Thank you for reading, Slytherin.

Glad you enjoyed it, Wayne. Thanks for the note.

Had to be something otherworldly in order to be preserved for so long. I'm glad I was able to surprise you. Thanks for reading, Valkyrie71.

Uhmm, do you have something happy? It was very nicely done, Valkyrie.

Who doesn't love a romance. Be mindful of punctuation, but all in all it is a nice prompt story.

"Hot damn, he’s gorgeous!" Max had never seen a man more strikingly masculine: long, dark, shoulder-length hair of loose ringlets fanned out from his head to lay upon the pillow on which his head rested, an unlined forehead sloped to heavy brows lined with thick, combed eye-brows, long lashes, broad nose – nostrils seemingly flaring in the act of sensual overload, and full, dusky, rose-colored lips. The neat, full beard couldn't hide his sharply defined jaw and strong chin, and added contrast to

Congratulations Thorn!!! A much deserved recognition.

That was stunningly effective and well performed.

Ha-ha. I'd have left the line too, as the other guy did.

A rather nice point of difference made at the end. Keep up the good work, Andrew.

Welcome to GA, Chris.

What a nice look into a scene of interaction between a father and his son that should be the norm rather than the exception.

Good to have the story back on, James. This chapter was intense, informing and exciting in turns. Great writing.

Don't be a stranger, Rico. Welcome to GA, John.

In the last year, I have had the pleasure of working with Lisa, Myiege and Thorn Wilde. Each of these wonderful people have brought their set of skills and unique perspectives to my work and made it better. Thank you so very much.

Thanks, K.C. I look forward to the return of Pour Me Another.

You mention that you might have another supernatural story in you, and that idea wouldn't be amiss, I think. Would that be another ghost story or would you take it in an entirely different direction? If another direction, which way might you be leaning?

Hi, K.C. I mention in my review of the story that I got up and walked around the room trying to decide if I wanted to continue reading when Tanner was killed. The second time, reading it today, did not garner the same response, but it was nonetheless moving, and incredibly sad. When Tanner called out as Ethan and Amanda walked away, it was amazingly poignant even the second time around. How difficult was that scene to write in your original screenplay? And was it tough to revisit again when you turned it into a story? And, one more - How much worry did it cost you when you posted that chapter? I seem to remember there was mention of hiding under the bed after the chapter was posted.

I read K.C.'s story in one setting at the beginning of Aug. last year and again today. After the first chapter, I realized I'd already read it but continued anyway because it's such a good read. I was totally surprised by my five paragraph story review at the end of the epilogue; I hadn't remembered doing that until confronted with my own words. I still agree with them, though my depth of reaction was a tad more subdued as compared to the first time around.

Welcome to participation, alfredfranco. I read for about a year or so before signing up myself and you've got the right idea; every author appreciates encouragement.