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MikeL, Here is your clue: She was part of the most watched television show in the 90s.

I was going to initially have them lie to their friends, but thought it would be better for them to get caught in a lie with their parents, and see where it goes from there.

Who is this?

Is this Alice Cooper??????

I have a few: He-Man, Lion-O from ThunderCats, Sailor Moon, The Get Along Gang, Snagglepuss Where did your family go for summer vacation?

This is a joke. Because there’s no way, no way, I heard him say the words I’ve wanted to hear for the last two years. Sticking my fingers in my ears, I jiggle them. “I’ve gotta get these things checked, ‘cause I think heard you say something about us making love, but that can’t be right.” Slade laughs, grabbing my fingers from my ears. “Smartass, you know you heard me. Aaron, you… me… us… make love… now,” he says between kisses. As excited as I am, I have to make sure this is what he really w

Cassandra Clare - The Mortal Instruments Series JK Rowling - Harry Potter Series R.A. Salvatore - The DemonWars Saga When I was a kid it was: Sweet Valley Junior High Sweet Valley High Anne M. Martin - The Baby-sitters Club Christopher Pike's - Chain Letter, Final Friends and Remember Me R,L. Stine's - Fear Street

I have had my cooking disasters but nothing along the line of an exploding cake. I think the worst things to happen to me were over salting and my cheesecake cracked because I forgot to do a water bath.

This butter toffee popcorn I make twice a year for work. It's sinfully delicious and addictive, it never lasts more than ten minutes.

No. I never liked Twinkies but I miss the cupcakes, Suzy Q's and Ding Dongs.

The description and the first chapter play a part in my decision to read a story.

Thank you for pointing out my mistakes in the chapters, I hadn't realized that I'd made them. I will go back and reedit those chapters to make it easier to read. I'm happy you enjoy the story so far, even with the mistakes. I hope you continue to read future chapters. Thank you again for your feedback.

I always said I would never ever get an iPod because I was happy with my Creative MP3 player, but after doing much research and asking other's who had an iPod, I chose the 3rd generation iPod Touch. I loved it immediately. It was an adjustment because things I could do before on my other machine I couldn't do on this one. This was the only pain about having an iPod vs. another MP3 player. I recently had to upgrade to the 5th generation after my other one had an unfortunate run in with black bean soup. I like it but it sucks having to buy extra attachments, just so I can use products I'd bought prior to Apple changing to the lightning charge design.

As a young child, I was an avid reader and a book hoarder. By the time I was nine, I'd already accumulated over 800 books and counting. My mother allowed me to read whenever and whatever I wanted, which was the best thing she could've done for me growing up. Though my 6th grade teacher had a problem with my reading, "The Color Purple" during class, I continued to read on. I read so much, I decided I wanted to become a writer, one of the many professions I wanted to do growing up in the 80s and 90s. I decide I'm going to write, by creating and developing stories, people wanted to read. Writing about characters who could be anyone you passed on the street, but also not making the character so generic that storylines could be predicted. I told my mother that I wanted to start writing. I honestly thought she was going to laugh in my face. Instead, she dug out her old typewriter and bought my stacks of white paper, along with whiteout. I would tap, tap, tap on that typewriter until all my thoughts were on paper. I'd written about 200 short stories and book over a five-year period from the age of 10 to 15 yrs. old, never letting a soul read what I'd written. Too nervous to hear people's opinion, I guess. It was two years before I wrote again. It was my junior year of high school and my creative writing class was asked to create a short horror story, nothing too long but had to be longer than two pages. Well, I go on to write almost twenty five pages because I'd developed these characters in my mind and knew what I wanted to happen. Everyday in class I would add to this story and my classmates would read the story over my shoulder wondering what I was writing about during the class. When the story was finished, my teacher was so impressed, he wanted to submit my story to a young writer's contest. I was excited. My teacher liked my story so much, he thought I might have a chance at winning in a contest. Then I drummed up all this self-doubt in my gut, I told my teacher not to submit me in the contest and it was the last thing I wrote. I lost my passion for writing and with it, my love for reading. I went on to go to school for broadcast radio and my second love, culinary. I went about my life. If it were for the internet I can honestly say, I wouldn't have started to write again. On the internet, you can be anyone and no one knows. It allows you to seek out avenues you wouldn't necessarily do in person. Gay literature is this avenue for me. I wouldn't say I'm obsessed with the gay lifestyle but intrigued. To me relationships are the same for all couples straight, gay, bi-curious or whatever. What any one person in any relationship wants is love and acceptance, without the pressure of being something they are not. I watched my colorful gay TV shows but wondered if there was something more I was missing because most of them seemed one dimensional. I watched youtube.com and watched overseas gay shows and saw so much more depth than what I was getting in the USA. Then I ventured into the gay literature realm. I found it reawakened my thought process for writing but I was still apprehensive. What would I know about being gay and writing about it, I don't. But I do know what I would want in my relationship and it's love. All I have to do is write about two characters who love each other and the rest would come to me. Of course, I would have to do research about certain aspects and hope I portray it accurately. Then I came upon a website a year ago; an author by the name of robcub32 and his amazing story, 'Timber Pack Chronicles'. This is how I wanted my own characters to be in my writing. Loving and faithful, working to try and overcome hurdles in their way. I finished reading all of his stories and was inspired to write one of my own. It was about two months' ago, when I started writing the first chapter of my current story, 'Aaron's Dilemma'. I'd started to write it initially to be a short story but found I couldn't do it. I had to make it longer and more layered. It wasn't until I followed robcub32 (Rob Colton) here to gayauthors.org, when I started to rework my story and post the first chapter online. When I received my first positive feedback and I knew I'd found where I should be. I never thought I would have people like and care about the characters, I'd created. I hope I can take my readers on a journey with them, through their ups and downs, wondering how they themselves would handle any situations my characters find themselves in. I don't think I'll ever be this unbelievably popular writer, but I hope I can garner a few fans, who respect my writing and my stories. As long as they're reading, I'll be writing.

Carl Thomas - Round 2

It’s been a week since my birthday; Slade and I haven’t had much time together because of our friends. Its times like this that I wish they knew we were a couple so they would give us the space we need to be alone. We’re in desperate need of a few days away. He luckily has this weekend off, so we’ve decided to go to his family’s lake cabin. It’s the ideal place for us because of its isolation. The only thing we had to do was work out a feasible lie to tell our parents. Because even though Ma kn

Sorry, but yes, it's Speed. My favorite line in the whole movie.

No, poor people are crazy, Jack. I'm eccentric.

Thank you for your words. I've written a second chapter and hope to have it posted soon. I hope you like where the story goes.

I was nervous no one would like what I'd written, I'm glad you do. You words have soothed my nerves and have helped me to continue on with this story.

These past eight weeks have taken a toll on me physically and mentally. My anxiety about moving has morphed into loss of appetite, insomnia, weird dreams, and migraine headaches. I’ve tried everything to change my parents’ mind to let me stay here in South Hill, but I’ve gotten nowhere. It’s left me feeling defeated and miserable. It seems the only time I feel like myself is when I’m with Slade. I only have four weeks left with him, and I’m going to make the most of them. Today is my 18th birth

Skyfall?

The alarm goes off again and I ignore it this time around. My boyfriend nudges me. “Baby, turn it off.” “You turn it off,” I mutter, throwing the blanket over my head. Slade’s warm body drapes across mine as he leans over to stop it. He flops onto his back. “Aaron, get your ass up, or you’re gonna be late for work. If you wait too late you won’t have time to shower.” Grabbing my boyfriend of two years, I snuggle in closer to him and kiss his neck. “You like it when I don’t shower.” His face

Aaron and Slade have their world changed with an announcement: Aaron's moving. His father's promotion is relocating him to Boston, MA. Aaron has no choice but to move with his family. Can their relationship survive the long distance?