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Sorry my man, Method. You don't have the visuals to back up your additional seven points. You need to dig those up before I believe you.

Thanks, KC. Sorry to hear about the ticket.

Once in a while I believe that I have something worthwhile to say that doesn't quite fit in my profile feed or the forums. Whether that is true or not remains to be seen. But as everything needs to have a beginning, I will start by offering the beginning to a story that I am working on. It has no title so far and I don't think that it deserves a sneak peek forum entry just yet either. As the story progresses I will have more of an idea of what genre it belongs in and what tags to attache to it. When I have a better idea of the direction it is heading and I get more writing under my belt, I will go about soliciting a beta-reader and ultimately an editor as I should. It looks like something for publication next year and hopefully sometime in the first quarter but without definite deadlines, the writing will dictate the schedule. If a reader has any thoughts at the end, don't hesitate to let me know what the are. So, on with the show... “Long have I been trapped, separated and after so long I have been given another chance. Once again, to try for redemption.” ~ What began as a tickle at the back of his mind progressed into a slow deterioration of the darkness. As he floated, weightless and without direction, the blackness surrounding him shimmered and shimmered again. Light began to filter in and along with it came garbled noises. A voice, only fragmented, which sounded as if filtered through the depths of some primordial ocean breached his solitude. Time here had no meaning and so he continued to float for a minute, an hour, a day, he didn’t care but then things began to make gradual sense, and his eyes were opened as if against his will. The light was artificial, bright and painful, causing him to tear up and blink his eyes shut and open a few times too many to get his vision correct. Realizing he was in a hospital room the color of beach sand and alone was a surprise. The last thing he remembered was… He panicked, he couldn’t remember anything from before waking up. His head felt pressurized and the machine connected to him sounded its klaxon call of beeps and other odd noises. Before he could pull off wires and yank intravenous tubes from his body, a trio of nurses ran into the room. Whether training or providence, the first person he made eye contact with headed straight for him giving assurances that everything was alright. The other two began to check the monitor and to ensure that no physical connections had been broken. “Mr. Howson, everything is fine. You are in a hospital and you need to settle down before you damage yourself. I have paged Doctor Levinson, he should be here soon.” Maxwell Howson’s eyes rolled up into his head and he fell limp to the bed before his doctor arrived. ~ “Maxwell.” “Maxwell.” “Time to wake up.” He could hear the deep mellifluous voice calling him but it seemed so far away. Trying to answer was as navigating through thick fog, he didn’t know which way to turn, which way to focus. It was time to wake up, he needed to wake up. “Welcome back, Max.” The fog lifted and his mind cleared along with his vision. There was no one in the room with him, though Max looked the room over expecting someone, after all the voice he heard had to belong. He remembered waking up once before. He also remembered panicking and nurses, and then suddenly diving back into darkness. Trying to remain calm this time, Max located the call button and pushed it. As he waited, Max continued his scrutiny of the room and noticed a difference that he had missed upon awakening. It was subtle but the room wasn’t exactly the same as before. He knew this as absolute fact but he wasn’t sure how that could be. Even though the room was evenly lit, one corner seemed to be cloaked in light shadow. More accurately, it was as if the color were grayed out and therein lay the difference.

That is a thought that I think many of us have had, in one form or another, at some point in our lives. It certainly seems applicable to both Velaku and Natham at this point in the story. I like how the two Cathera, who met only briefly once, have not forgotten each other over time. Interesting story so far, Cia. *continues to read*

You may certainly say it. Yes, the real world is not Gay-Topia, as you put it. Though it doesn't negate the fact that all men are on the menu until proven straight. Once straight proves true, I drop em like a hot potato and I don't give em another thought.

I supposed that to be what you can call your gay male friend, if you were to actually be in need of a label. Not what your Homobro would call you. For that, you must think up your own term.

I love love love this story. I don't say that often. It reads honest, fresh and witty. It moved like lightning, fast and striking across the page. Bravo!

Happy Birthday Andy!

Woo Hoo! Happy Birthday Lisa!

Homobro! LesBe friend! Disclaimer: No homosexuals have been harmed nor is any harm meant by these totally fictitious nomenclatures.

When a gourmet, one doesn't normally eat meat that needs to be glued together unless it is purposefully done. Something to be thankful for.

You can find a guideline and all the prompts located here, Stephanie.

Congratulations and glad to hear it.

Wow, angry much, C. There are many of us who are very aware of past atrocities and how and why they were perpetrated. What that very same awareness also means is that we are aware of the world and it's machinations today as well. Yet, it is possible still to be thankful for family and much loved friends, for home and hearth and to be mindful of those that have fallen on hard times for whatever the reason. It is better to be thankful and mindful of those in need today, where you can make a difference, than to dwell on something that you cannot change. Is it not?

HAPPY TURKEY DAY Because I am thankful everyday.

Was that the whole idea behind giving you the rum in the first place? Some folks are sneaky like that.

I think that you have staged the introduction to Joshua well. There is a problem sentence in the 4th paragraph from the end. I get what you're trying to convey but it reads poorly even when read aloud. I don't think that it is just me and if you read that paragraph aloud, I think you will see what I am talking about. The prologue was sad and I must remind myself not to eat lunch and read new stories. It's hard to swallow when your throat tightens up. You kept my interest and I thought the pacing was good. Nice chapter!

That was a cute and entertaining chapter.

Let's hope that Jesse doesn't get spooked and he and Dylan don't go running off so they can stay together.

I enjoyed the story as much through the second read as I did the first but the last chapter continues to be abrupt in comparison to the rest and feels awkward. What I do enjoy is Michael's experienced and worldly manner as contrasted to JJ's naïveté. The young man's experience with romance and relationships consist of secretly grabbed dalliances and so he doesn't realize when he actually is being romanced. This is painfully obvious when all that he can reach for from past experience is his being grateful for training in how to give a amazing blow job. That is no bad thing but he's lost otherwise. The rest is wonderful and amusing filling. I will read it again sometime in the future, no doubt. Thanks for the review, Renee Thanks for the effort to keep this going, Cia Thanks to the author, andrOgene

Happy Birthday Aditus! Don't eat the rabbit!

I have always liked dogs but you folks are a little too invested.

Same opinion of 'The Outs'. Wicked good fun. Sadly, 'Whatever This Is' is not as interesting. The use of the same characters is part of what throws it off.

I just finished episode two of 'The Outs'. The show is smart funny. Thanks for sharing this, Thorn. Ashessnow, if 'The Outs' continues to be interesting I will certainly take a look at 'Whatever This Is'.

I thought that was very well done too. It made a point without being over done or coming across as preachy even though it was preachin' to the choir here. Very much worth sharing, thanks.