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No one told you. You searched for a warmth in the blizzards, a light in the dark, a flicker in the still air. You went through throngs of bodies, their remains piling up against atop each other, pushing and shoving until they all turned still. You lie quietly, pressed up against all those heated bodies: your spine against a limp arm, your chest against a plaster wall. You breathe quietly but the air rushes forth, screeching between the crevices of your teeth. Your eyes flicker from dark spot to
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Miss was special. It was something I needed to write. Posting it though, was something I was hesitant about for a long time. I'm glad it provides some comfort to people out there. I don't know how I feel about writing about my current relationship yet... I might. I would not rule that out. But I think I'll find it difficult to write about feeling happy, seeing as I've not have that much experience with that.
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HUSH. they let me have wifi in my first class suite cell.
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Yes. Sometimes I play it up, but some core essence of the general mood of the story does reflect how I feel.
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My later works have more of an autobiographical component to them. Some of the the events have occurred. But most of the time, I lyricise real occurrences and make them feel more consistent and linear instead of the crazy way that life seems to happen. I do tend to expand on emotional content too. So sometimes, I have a general emotion I want to write about and then it progresses from there, expanding into a plot and so on.
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It was mostly fictitious, elements of Kat though was loosely drawn from the friends I've had the greatest pleasure of knowing. Brandon was mostly constructed from my imagination. Jared had the immense honour of having his name borrowed from an unknowing friend. But Aaron was probably a combination of all the traits I imagined my crushes would possess! Other than that, they were not based of real people.
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Waiting to be freed? really mann? *raises eyebrow* Thanks! I'll be waiting to hear your opinions!
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I'm so honoured that you think so. Such high praise I'm going to have to live up to! Thank you so much for continually reading and reviewing my stories joann! She Watches was the first complete short I wrote. The feedback from that really propelled me to write more. So thanks for sticking with me! I guess my short-shorts are kind of irresistible
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January Csr Book Club Selection: Totallyy's Shorts
totallyy commented on Cia's blog entry in Gay Authors News
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Thanks for the review! If you would like to discuss, you could always drop me a pm. I would love to hear your take on the story. The writing came across a little vague, but any effort I put into clarifying it just muddled up my intentions so I left it be. I'm not the happiest with it but I shall refrain from stripping it. So I'm really up for discussion! Thank you for taking the time to work your way through this piece. It's not the clearest.
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As always, your review never fails to make me feel great! Thank you for the review! I'm glad you enjoy it Have a great holiday yourself.
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Thank you for the review Lisa! This piece was more convoluted than I expected. I'm really glad you enjoyed it. Thanks!
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I guess I did finish after all. Here' my response to 286: http://www.gayauthors.org/story/totallyy/givingback/1
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“Is that really the gift you’re giving him?” “Yeah,” I sighed, as I unhooked the majestic frame from its place on the wall, in my heart. “But…” she trailed off, inhaling deeply. My jaw tensed, a dull ache radiating throughout my limbs. The frame felt heavier in my deadened arms. “Are you sure?” she asked. The frame leaned against the wooden floor: its gold edges reflecting the morning light, golden forms flitting from one white wall to the next, a fickle dancer. My lips hesitated, halting t
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It was a gift and now it's time to return it.
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i started writing... and then it stopped.
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I eat alone all the time and I'm a 20 yo college freshman. Don't like having people interrupting my food.
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Teardrops roll down the sides of my cheeks: some racing to the finish line while others cling longingly to the lashes, sliding unwillingly down the side of my face, leaving a trail of themselves, eventually running out. I empathise with those teardrops. I walk around with a cavity in my being, leaving a trail of myself behind me. I wrap my arms around the void in my centre, trying to hold in my matter. But it betrays me, oozing through my flawed defence and tumbling in streams down my sides. I
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I love that you pick out the favourite elements of the story that i incorporated to integrate the memories and present. I love your interpretation and I love the hope you feel. Lots of people might feel the piece if despondent. But the protagonist does not only recollect the painful, the bitter, the anger. He doesn't harp on loss and pain. He remembers the beautiful too. As for the deliberate interwoven structure, I do dearly hope it's as you said, that it wasn't too complex and misleading. And the comment about the thoughts of others are so apt, even in our own heads, do we ever really know what we're thinking though? There will always be uncertainty. Thank you so much for the review though!
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thanks joann! i try as best to capture the complexities of emotions. recently i find that the emotions of the pieces i write are getting more and more jumbled and mixed and intersecting. i don't know if i'm getting closer to or farther away from the real thing. but thank you for reading. i'm glad you enjoyed it.
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Thank you for the review! I'm glad you were able to relate to the emotions in the piece. Thanks for reading!
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Thank you so much for the review! I'm glad you liked it despite the sadness.
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Thank you so much for reading and reviewing. Probably not for this particular story with these characters but I never say never.
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The sidewalk pushed back against the soles of my feet as I strode purposefully down the street. The whipping wind stole moisture from my delicate lips, leaving fissures in their surfaces, as I tugged at the beanie perched atop of my head, attempting to shield my ears from the brutal cold. *** “Mommy. Daddy. Look! It’s snowing,” I yelled, jumping up and down. I perched atop the armrest of the leather armchair and peered out the large windows. I watched as the delicate flakes floated to the gro
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