Jason Rimbaud

Okay, so Travis is knocked unconscious after falling on his head. Did Tyler push him then run away? Though when Travis wakes up, the car/truck is missing. How did Travis know the car/truck was missing, they walked thirty minutes away from it. Methinks it's a typo. Travis wakes up, Tyler's back. And wants to explain the statement about killing his wife. I knew Tyler was bad news. And while it never states how the wife died or what under which circumstances, methinks Tyler is not a good person. Who brings his current boy toy to the place he use to frequent with his dead wife? A wife he is responsible for the death of, of. Not a typo. At first I was thinking Travis was just naïve with his dealing with Tyler. Or at least letting his peep think for him. But now, I think he's just as broken as Tyler and that damn rodeo clown he hooked up with in the bed of a car/truck.

So they drive three hours away, then hike another thirty minutes to a lake in the middle of nowhere. At first glance, Tyler seems to want to explore his clear gay tendencies but is afraid to take it all the way. Travis is slowly falling deeper into Tyler's web of craziness and the story just keeps getting more disturbing by the chapter.

One of the things I like about this story, the chapters are short and a quick read. Tyler showing up at Travis's work problematic, Travis getting into Tyler's car/truck is reckless, letting Tyler drive over three hours away from town is plain stupid. The gun in the glovebox isn't a worry yet, many people in Pennsylvania carry guns. But the stalking behavior of Tyler is compounded by the gun. Let's see where this goes.

Something so ominous Tyler standing there flicking a lighter on and off. There is definitely something wrong with this nowhere man. Travis, who I can't remember if we found out how old he is but I'm thinking mid to early twenties, fell for a rodeo clown in a dirty bar. Interesting turn of events. Though I've never had a dirty hookup in the back of a truck where it last after someone made the "O" face.

Hmm, two lonely guys drinking copious amounts of beer in a trailer. For some reason I feel dirty just reading this chapter. Not from the sex, but from the state of the trailer and what I imagine Tyler smells like. Cigarettes and beer mixed with BO is not something I'd want to smell again. That being said, I get the feeling there are multiple layers of self-loathing and something very dangerous about Tyler's seeming obsession with his new friend. The way he apparently has been spying on Travis and his brother's family. Methinks this is not going to end well for anyone.

Nowhere Man takes me back to my younger days growing up in rural Pennsylvania. Not only have I known Travis's and more than a few Tyler's at different times I might have been both or none of them. I had my fill of closeted deniers that slink around in dark barns and dirty alleys only to call me every slur you could think of with the morning sun. And while I never grew up in a trailer park, I had friends who did and this story takes me right back to that time. So far, I'm intrigued. Let's see how this plays out.

I don't believe I've read this tale before. The sheer size of it is rather frightening to be honest. Normally stories this long are padded with a ton of filler scenes and a penchant for cliffhangers. As prologue goes, this was rather short and mostly an info dump. I'll check out Chapter One and see where this goes.

Have you ever read something you wrote twenty years ago and literally cringe in embarrassment? I have so many times it’s becoming a constant state of cringe. And believe me, I’m a master of cringing. I’ll give you an example of a cringe that came over me about six months ago.. Twenty-one years ago I wrote a fanfic about the members of Nsync. Which I find to be strange as I have never been a fan of their music. Nor have I been attracted to any of the members of Nsync, then or now. I always found my taste in men to be a bit on the nerdy side. Give me a man who wears glasses, a bit awkward in social situations, and I’m all in. If you add in a darker skin tone then I get a mental erection and it's all over but the moaning. A few of you might know my husband is ethnically an Indian who was born in Malaysia. He’s almost 5’ 10” and weighs 120 pounds skinny butt naked. Does he wear glasses? Check. Is he smart? Extremely. Is it any wonder why he gives me mental erections just by walking into the room? Back to the fanfic I wrote. It was twenty chapters and just over 100K words. The plot revolved around an assassination attempt of a US Senator at a concert in Hershey Pennsylvania. Of course the protagonist meets the members of this boy band and the plot is off and running to a climax I still believe is pretty good. But you ask, is the story any good? I can say honestly, it had some really good scenes, a fairly interesting plot, mixed together with some of the worst writing I have seen in a long time. Trust me, I read it, then I read it again. It wasn’t great by any standard. The tone was all over the place. Due to the main plot, it was a bit dark. After all it was about assassinations at the core. I tried to weave suspense throughout the narrative, and I think I tackled that part okay. But then I would have a scene of graphic sex, eight or nine pages of graphic detail. So it was this weird mix of death, humor, and jerk off material. Sound like a story you want to read? Yet can you believe at the time, I would receive up to fifty emails when I posted a chapter. I thought I was on top of the world. Which only goes to prove the theory that even a bad writer can get sympathy platitudes. I actually had an idea for a sequel. Thankfully it never materialized as I would have another novel to look back on and cringe. Why did I fail to write the sequel you might ask? A few months after I completed the novel, I kind of went off the rails with a love affair of cocaine and Oxycontin that I wallowed around for a few years. And that addiction morphed into a habit of picking less than ideal boyfriends that only fueled my drug addiction that caused me to choose bad boyfriends which fueled my drug addiction. And if any of you are wondering what life was like during that time of my life or if you are contemplating on getting a drug habit, I urge you to scroll down to the past blog entries and you can experience all the chaos that comes with those addictions. Or if you want to really experience what goes through a drug addict's mind, you can always read my poetry. I might have stopped writing stories but I never stopped writing. I poured all my mania, my anger, my drug addled thoughts into some pretty amazing pieces. In poetry I found a way to confront my demons and exorcized them one piece at a time. I am still rather proud of my poetry. Then I somehow gave up the drugs and the poetry. I swapped them for blog entries. Those posts really delved into the characters of my sordid past and focused on my journey into sobriety. They were funny, sad, and at times would drive any sane person mad at the stupidity of my actions. But through it all, I remained honest and wrote with an intensity that scared me at times and healed me at others. I showed the bad along with the bad, and was unashamed. Then just like real life, days turned to weeks, months turned into years, and slowly my life got on track. I’ve been clean for over fifteen years. I focused on my career that afforded me an amazing life in San Francisco. And that focus on career came with a hefty price. I had walked away from writing and found peace and a measure of what I thought was happiness. Then I met the man who would become my husband. That is when I found out there was another level above a great life. For five years I went from great to perfect. I had found my life partner, the person that would spend every night sleeping next to me. That person that can make me smile just at the mere thought of his name. And when he decided that our life needed something else to make it better than perfect, he brought a cat home named Peaches. And then somehow it got even better when he brought home another named aptly, Kali. And life is still perfect. And I know some of you might be thinking there is a “but” coming. You would be wrong. My life is still perfect. We started our own business. I’m doing something I love. And yes it’s slow getting off the ground, and we are still struggling to be successful. But I’m happy. Throughout that feeling of happiness, I had a growing feeling deep down in the darkness of my heart. It was a feeling I had lost long ago. That feeling that urged me to get back to what I’ve always said was my first love. Even before the love of drugs, I had a love for writing. From my earliest memories, I have wanted to be a writer. And for a multitude of reasons, I slowly lost that love to create stories. Yes, I wrote poetry, blog entries. Those were things that were needed at the time for my own sanity. But I wanted to get back to crafting stories. So I made a plan to get back to where I knew I wanted to be. Firstly, I would gather all my writings that were posted in various places under a bunch of different names before I settled on Jason Rimbaud for a pen name. I had numerous short stories and novels, mostly on Nifty. And I’ll admit that in those early days, I wrote a bunch of stroke material. Secondly I wanted to start writing seriously again. So in July 2022, I made myself a promise that I would write at least two hours every day. And thus far, I have stuck to that promise without missing a single day. I have written a bunch of flash fiction, even a few short stories since then. I also wrote a bunch of blog entries that no one will ever see due to the fact they focus on my husband and our lives together. They are way too personal to ever share. The flash fiction stories were a way I could dip my toe back into serious storytelling. I needed to relearn how to write stories. I had been writing true to life ramblings so long I had forgotten how to structure a real fictional narrative. And that was a huge challenge for me. Then in mid-November, I saw a writing prompt somewhere and got this idea about a story involving a pink jockstrap. And I got really excited about this premise. So excited that I actually wrote it. And then I got brave enough to ask a few people to help me with the edits and beta reading. Was the story great? I’m not sure. They gave me amazing feedback and insight but by the time I was somewhat satisfied it was New Years Eve. It’s a bit too late to post a Christmas story after New Year’s so I think I’ll save that until next year. I do feel a bit bad as they had to wade through lines upon lines of crappy writing and I never posted it. But that’s not what this post is about. And judging from their feedback, I have a lot to relearn about story structure, plot, and characterization. I mean, you can’t walk away from something for twenty years and expect to be mediocre when you return after only six months. My passion for writing was not diminished in the slightest. Their critique actually started a fire inside me. So what I’m really saying in this post, I am actually re-writing that old fanfic about Nsync. Of course I removed all mention of Nsync. I created my own fictional boy band. I also updated the story to be more modern and expanded the cast of characters. I cut entire chapters and trimmed certain scenes, plus added a bunch of new content. And then there’s the sex. I had to tame the sex a lot. I didn’t eliminate it all together, because for some reason not only am I getting back into reading light erotica I’m also interested in writing it again. What am I saying with all this? I rewrote the entire story completely. Now I’m going back and adding/cutting/expanding the story from the beginning. My goal for this year is to finish the story and see if anyone would like to host it on their site. I’m relishing the journey of finding my voice after so many years of writing tongue-n-cheek blog entries. And I think some readers might find this change confusing as they expect a more cheeky tone in my writings. I know in the long run I will feel more fulfilled in doing something that makes me extremely happy. And for a guy that has no reason to be as happy as I am currently, I am grateful.

I had never heard of Jenna Moreci. Don't know is her books are any good, but her video's are highly entertaining and I lost a good two hours watching them. Thanks for the share. J

Have to admit I was duped thinking there was only one brother. Nice twist when you found out it was actually two. But then the story slips into a mess of plot twists and improbable conclusion's. The entire scene on the boat is just messy and doesn't fit within the narrative that was already established. As for the tacked on ending, meh...the doctor would know the difference right away. I knew what his plan was the moment David was talking to the doctor before Oliver showed up. I kept thinking that they might buy it for a day, until the next appointment with the Doctor, but to go unnoticed for a week? Mostly a good story, not my favorite DomLuka...that would be With Trust.

I've been duped! I really thought it was a split personality. J

I still don't know if David is real or not...I'm not giving up on my theory just yet.

"Oliver ain't here" I think my theory is correct. J

I think Oliver and David are one and the same. When Oliver hit his head, his personality fractured and now there is two. That's my theory I'm working on right now. There are just too many abnormal things happening. Remember, David is the one that snuck out of the house but Oliver is the one that showed up at Frank's house.

Read this years ago, back when the Long Way was posted as the Log Way. By far my favorite story on this site. Never liked Owen and Aiden as the protagonists, so I was very happy that the story centered on Travis and Dennis. Travis is one of the best written characters with a ton of faults but enjoyable to read. Not sure why DomLuka vanished, hopefully he's making a living writing under his real name. At least thats my version of events.

I have already finished all three books. And without giving you any spoilers, you have a lot of cool stuff coming up. Book Three is actually my favorite and you learn more about creators and enablers and their world. Can't wait for you to finish so I can hear your thoughts.

I never read the books and have only seen glimpses of the movies. Usually when my husband is binging them again for the billionth time. But since I mostly enjoyed my first DK Stories Do Over and the following books, I guess I'll try this one. Let's see how this goes...

Loved the character and world building. Never did manage to like the "too perfect" Jordan. There are many issues I could raise about this series but why waste the energy. The author clearly brought the vision they had to the page, and that is a lot of hard work right there. Didn't hate it, and it gave me many hours of reading pleasure as it were. Thank you for sharing this with everyone. J

That is a frightening thing. I could never let that happen to me. I have way too many secrets.

Each author will write and bring us the vision they have in their head. And I'm okay with that and I am on the ride, where ever it takes me. But I also have my issues with the current narrative. And after multiple chapters of some good plot development and wonderful world building, the narrative is brought to a screeching halt with two chapters of pure angst seemingly for angst sake. I would have cut this chapter completely, it has done nothing to move the plot further nor gave me any more details to the narrative that wasn't covered in the first half of the last chapter. Too much sitting with knees drawn up to the chest and way too much crying from Jordan and Brandon. And as much as Brandon and Jordan talks in these last two chapters, nothing is really said that makes sense in any meaningful way. The scene where Brandon recounts his abuse at the hands of the shapeshifter, Rajar is also jarring. Not because of the themes, but because of the way it was structured. I think the scene was written back chapter five then copied and pasted here. It was written in third person though Brandon was suppose to be telling Jordan. It just took me right out of the story. That being said, there are a ton of positive things about this particular trilogy. On to the next chapter.

This is the problem with reading at work in between tasks. Thanks!

A bit more of the plot is developing...finally. I love the fact that the sex was only alluded too instead of wasting time describing it. In one way I can totally agree with Brandon wanting to jump head first in, I am much the same way. Jordan is being a bit more cautious. I do think its weird that he's only been an enabler for a brief amount of time, he seems to be quite knowledgeable about their limitations. That point could have been explored more in the previous chapters. Who else is getting a Stranger Things vibe every time Brandon says "the in-between? I know this story was out long before Stranger Things, I am not hinting that Cassie stole the idea. I think both, this one and stranger things are pretty unique, just parallel themes. Though Jordan is as annoying as all the other kids from Stranger Things combined. If Jordan knows so much about code why did Brandon have to go to Alexis to find out about the workings of code? Did I miss it? I don't have the energy to go back and find out. What does Jordan look like? Blonde, black, brown hair? Anyone?

So glad this story wasn't told entirely from Jordan's POV. That being said, They allow Jordan to stay with them, when in part one his mother told him in no uncertain terms never to have his door closed with a girl. Then they gloss over the fact that their son, who is sixteen, is dating an eighteen year old. Another story of perfect parent syndrome that are never really fleshed out. They only seem to be there when plot happens. Plus Dylan's sudden homophobia seems its only there because...angst. Not really believable. Now on to the good stuff. Enablers die if their creators die? WTF! I did not see that twist coming.

This is my first story by this author. And I did not know it was only part one of a three part story. So I am at a bit of crossroads as to whether or not I want to continue. A poster above me mentioned they did not feel like you gave enough plot but instead relied on cliffhangers and manufactured drama. I can see the point they made. There is a lot of angst in this story, and at times seems to be the only reason for this story is to write sex scenes between hot guys. Not that Jordan is hot mind you. But underneath the angst, multiple chapters of Brandon's self-destruction while everyone just seems to stand by and watch, there is a very unique plot unfolding, albeit too slowly in my opinion. Not sure if there is a reason to split up the story into three parts. Even Star Wars had a singular plotline for each installment underneath the larger narrative. That being said, I want to know more about creators/enablers and their world. I don't think they were fleshed out enough thus far, and we are seventeen chapters in. But all this is armchair quarterbacking. This is the story that you presented us and probably spent hundreds of hours agonizing over to offer us free story to read. So I will hesitantly proceed to part two. I just hope there will be more focus on plot and moving forward with the overall narrative instead of focusing solely on angst, cliffhangers, and sex scenes. Can't lie, I had fun reading this part and guessing where you were heading. And after all, isn't that the job of every author?

I have been thinking along those lines for the last few chapters. Good theory.