Jason Rimbaud

Thanks Chris

Thanks, I was trying things I've never attempted to do. I hope it translated from my head onto the page.

No you don't...trust me! Its a great hotel, one of my favorites in San Francisco. When I first started staying there, the room was about 100 dollars a night. Now, it goes for four to five hundred a night.

I do not allow food from a restaurant to be put in my fridge. If I cook it, then it can go in my fridge. Because I will eat my own cooking. I have no problems wasting food.

I met an old classmate one night, and he ordered his buffalo wings dry. I think this might be sacrilegious.... . Dry wings? An abomination to all things holy! . All food should be enjoyed however one enjoys it. No right or wrong way.

Hello, Jason was a drug addict and hopelessly in love with a boy who only told him his perspective. I highly doubt Jason is a reliable narrator.

This might be the only time Jason did something good.

Thanks! It was fun to put this whole thing together. I think it has a good story arc and character development. WE'll see if you continue to the end.

Gabriel scanned the crowd for any sign of the man. His phone vibrated in his pocket, and he tapped his earpiece. “What?” “The game’s almost over, huh, Robert?” “If it’s not my old friend from this morning,” Gabriel replied with a sneer. “How’s your nose feeling?” “Splendid, you hit like a girl,” The man replied casually. “But then you always did.” Gabriel frowned as the man laughed in his ear. It irritated him that mocking laugh that hinted of secrets long passed, long he

So the only reason you like blue cheese with your wings, you've never had an amazing sauce that doesn't need a dipping sauce to complete it. Humble brag, so many people order my wings, pay for ranch/bluecheese/honeymustard, then throw them away because my sauce is that fucking good.

Next chapter is a bit more mellow. Everyone meets up for drinks and chicken wings. You should be fine. .

You are too kind and very patient. So thank you

That seems to be an interesting theory. lets see if you are right.

Kids, they are always in the way of everything

Let's hope its that simple.

Things are starting to boil to the head. We definitely meet our sniper in the next chapter and we get even more answers about his identity. Can't wait to share it with everyone.

This opening chapter is pretty dark. The rest of the chapters aren’t dark and deals mostly with cerebral angst.

Three screws, I did it great. I am recovering as well as could be expected for an idiot chef. I didn't think about swimming, I have a small pool, though doing laps would be difficult, I need a lap pool. So thank you

Posted, just now!

Lonnie checked to make sure a round was chambered as he studied the two-story structure. He looked over at Mike and then nodded slowly. He tried the door, and it was unlocked. He pulled open the door and walked inside. They quickly made their way along the rows of shelving towards the front of the building. The first floor seemed to be some kind of autoparts store. After they cleared the store, they went back to the inner door that led to a small, glassed-in foyer. Lonnie raised his ar

Just a heads up for anyone, the next chapter should be posted later on tonight. Thank you for patience. After this posting, we shall return to regular postings until the story is finished. No more delays.

Thank you for sticking with the story through the pause and stopped posting schedule. And you will be seeing more of them when the next Christmas story comes out. This one was one of my favorites as well.

Not going to lie, I'm not completely on the Rhaelce's side. I know you gave us his POV, but I don't trust him or his motivations. Or maybe I don't trust him as a reliable narrator. Him leaving might be best. Malik can do better. he needs to learn about these new powers so he can get to the mountains, I really want to see what is in the mountains. As for Rhaelce, I'm sure he'll figure out he's being a doody head and get back with Malik.

The idea was to follow this group of friends over each Christmas beginning when they were eighteen. The idea was to write short stories each Christmas, thus one year passing between each installment as they go to university, find careers, get married, start families. And I am going to stick to that formula, but I don't think I have another Christmas story in me at the moment. So more than likely, it won't be until next year. Thus, they would 21 then. I know I make the rules and can do whatever I want. I could follow these friends outside of Christmas, but Christmas is my favorite holiday and I like the idea of getting to know them at Christmas only. I'm already breaking my rule taking them outside of Glacier Bay. This year it was PineCrest, close to Glacier Bay but not inside it. And the next one, I'm planning on them cruising around a tropical place on a boat. I can't break the age rule. .

I tend to write hopeful endings as opposed to happy endings. Happy endings lead me to believe that story is over. But with this series, a hopeful endings leaves the door opened enough to continue their story at a later time. But thank you for reading and commenting. I always love reading your comments and insight.