Valkyrie

I had a feeling that Jason was going to end up being Corey's patient. They've both made some progress. It will be interesting to see what happens next.

It's Peter's favorite holiday, and he has something special up his sleeve. When things don't go exactly as planned, he tries to turn it into an April Fool's joke in an attempt to spare his feelings. The joke's on him, though, when his actions produce a result better than he ever hoped for.

I'm the last person on Earth that would defend a cheater, but I think that Jason really has grown up and seen the error of his ways. He totally deserved what Luc put him through and I can see him using the understanding of that pain to pursue a serious relationship. Corey needs to realize that Jason isn't his father and forgive him. It would be hypocritical of me to say Corey needs to forgive his father...let's just say I understand his feelings quite well. I hope his mother finds the strength to leave the bastard some day, too.

Somehow I think that Corey is going to end up seeing Jason a lot more than he thinks, considering he's moving to the same town. I completely get Corey and his reaction. I had a similar family situation to his, so relate to him a lot. I'm really enjoying this story and am glad I finally have some time to catch up on reading.

Oh, I don't know... I can think of a few... lol This flows very smoothly for a haiku. I can picture this a couple of different ways. Sitting on a rooftop, gazing at the stars with the gutter at my feet. Or it's a great allegory for having to hit rock bottom before things start to look up. Or it could be someone drunk off their ass, laying in the gutter, looking at the stars and seeing the beauty, despite their current location. See... you got me thinking. Nice job.

I'm really looking forward to reading the entries for the April Fool's Day contest.

I finally got around to finishing this story, and I'm so glad I did. You did a fantastic job for your first story. This was a great twist on the usual vampire story, and your world-building was spot on. Very well done. Now I have to check out your new story.

Damn... that was hot Nicely done

What a lovely story, Gary. It brought tears to my eyes.

What a great memory. It's amazing how many memories I can think of that involve pancakes. My dad used to cook amazing pancakes. When I was in Girl Scouts, my mom used to cook us pancakes when we went camping. She served them by flinging them to us like Frisbees. lol Most of the time they made it on the plate... Thanks for the review and for your input. You're awesome.

Thanks so much, Mac. My grandpa and my aunt made pancakes the same way--I bet she learned from him. Cooked in oil and they just melted in your mouth. Making fudge with my grandpa is one of the highlights of my childhood. I'm blessed to have been brought up in a family of good cooks. My grandma was known for her German potato salad and made the best meatloaf. We also used to have a great time during the holidays, making all sorts of different Christmas cookies. They used to watch Lawrence Whelk, too, but I associate Carol Burnett and Hee Haw with sleepovers at the grandparents. There are so many good memories I could go on and on... I miss them terribly, hence the title. I'm so glad this poem provoked so many memories for people. Thanks for the review.

Thanks so much. I still remember the emotions I felt when I wrote it seventeen years ago. I'm glad they came through.

Wow...thanks, Lisa! I'm glad you liked it.

lol I'm definitely in the mood for some baking now. Thanks for the review, tim.

Thanks for the great review. I have lots of fond memories of cooking with my family.

Thanks so much, Parker. I was worried the poem might have been too personal and not relatable, but your and the others' reviews show me that quite the opposite is true. I'm glad I was able to evoke so many memories. Thanks for the review.

Yes I've been missing my grandparents lately. My brother and I used to have such a good time when we spent the night there when we were kids. Thanks for the review.

Thanks, Gary. I'm describing memories of spending the night at my grandparents house. My grandpa made the best pancakes. He cooked them in oil, which made the edges very crispy. My mom used Pam cooking spry, which wasn't nearly as good. lol At home we had Log Cabin or some other cheap syrup... it didn't have the same buttery flavor as Mrs. Butterworths, so it was a treat to get to have it. Now I only buy real maple syrup. lol My grandpa had a real big sweet tooth, and I think one of the reasons he like having us over was the excuse to make fudge. My grandma would cook dinner, then we'd sit in the living room and watch the Carol Burnett show and Hee Haw. I've been missing them like crazy lately, so wanted to write this as a tribute. Those were some great times. The 'longing' comes from wanting to go back to those simpler times. sigh. Thanks for the review. I'm glad you liked it.

Longing For pancakes with crispy edges And fluffy middles, Each forkful dripping with Mrs. Butterworths. For a taste of peanut butter, Chocolate or Vanilla fudge. Licking the spoon, Or even better, The bowl, While the sugary concoction Cools in the fridge, A treat for after meatloaf and Mashed potatoes, When Carol Burnett and Tim Conway Bond two generations together In rolling laughter.

Thanks so much Yes, I think that many times animals are smarter than humans. lol Thanks for the review.

I'm thrilled to get reviews anytime, so no worries. I'm glad you liked it. The kitten was lucky that Penguin was so persistent. Kittens are definitely special and deserve our help when they nee it. Thanks so much for the review. I hope you enjoy the rest of Penguin's stories.

I really like the imagery in this poem. I can feel the ache in it. I liked how you brought it full circle with the same phrasing at the beginning and end. The waiting really sucks, doesn't it?

This collection of letters is quite remarkable. The day of the love letter is long past, unfortunately. I'd love to learn more about both men's lives. http://metro.co.uk/2017/02/16/war-time-love-letters-reveal-epic-gay-love-story-kept-secret-for-decades-6451927/

A sad, yet lovely poem. It sounds like your mom was a very special person.

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