Stannie

"I know you. I saw you at the precinct." I nodded. The alley smelled like weed and the few rays of light that reached the cold-looking bricks of the walls, lit up some shady looking boxes stacked onto each other. There was what looked like an improvised bed out of worn clothes and bags on the ground, probably from a homeless guy, although it looked like no one slept there for a while. "You got a tour there or whatever. Are you trying to become a cop, or what?" Brian asked. Now

I read all your comments. Thank you for the encouragement. As for finishing this story, I'm currently just uploading the backlog of chapters I still had finished from back when I was actively working on these stories. I'm hoping this might motivate me to pick up writing again. This story will get finished, no worries. This time, it's not an empty promise

The moment I turned the corner on my bicycle, I noticed Nathan with a huge grin on his face. "You missed the moment of our lives!" he shouted. "I didn't expect anything else to happen while I was doing homework," I said once I’d finally caught up to his back wheel. He laughed. "I mean it, bro. We were playing football when Billy showed up with his little brother. They wanted to join, which was cool of course." I was having trouble keeping up with Nathan. He always practically ra

I've already forgotten my sadness as I run towards the approaching people. When I get close enough to notice their exhausted, but relieved expressions, I start grinning. "Ryan!" Jan says. "I can't believe it!" I'm sure I would have started crying again if I weren't out of tears already. "You're back!" "We are," Elisah says matter-of-factly. "With water!" "Yep," is the response of one of the Bachelors. I hug Jan, and when I turn around, notice William looking at

Nervousness hit me as the automatic doors slid open. I’d sworn never to have to come here again. It had been so long since I last entered this building. A place that always gave me chills; the police station. Being stupid, making mistakes, and now forced to confront the unforgiving, stern faces of officialdom. Those judgemental looks, the prying eyes, seeking to learn everything about my life at home. I was greeted at the front desk by a lady I didn't know. She was smartly dressed, very bus

Jake is a rebellious teenager, perhaps as a response to his father - the captain of the local police force - who has very strict ideas about how Jake should live his life. A mysterious smile is exactly what Jake needed to show his dad that his life is his own.

I got back to writing this week. Working on the next chapter :D Thanks for the message!

Thank you so much man. I appreciate it

Thank you so much for the feedback on these chapters. I'm glad you're liking the story. And yes, getting close to the character is one of the best compliments you could give me Thanks again

Milan is just a random person who lives on the other side of the country, who’s being raised in a completely different social class and who I never would have met if not for crashing on this island. And yet it hurts that he rejected me as a person. Why do I feel this immense pain when I look at him? Is this what people mean when they say teenagers blow everything up? I’m sure most adults would laugh at my stupid sadness. Feeling heartbroken while struggling to survive on an unknown island, hah,

Hey Johnnyd, I'm back at college again; everything was new, the city, the housemates, the university etc, so I needed some time to get used to it. But I'm back to writing the next chapter of Missing now. I'm not sure how long it'll take me, but it should be done within 2 weeks. Thanks for checking in, I appreciate it ":D

Missing - Chapter 14: Two Camps “Are you okay, Ryan?" mom asks. I nod. "Are you sure? I have to go now, the other kids are probably waiting already. But if you want me to stay, I can do that. I can tell the parents something came up?" "It's fine. Really, I just had a bad dream. I'm gonna get up soon as well." She smiles at me, but I know her mother's sense tells her I'm not fine. It's weird, on the one hand, she always knows exactly what I'm going through, but yesterday she d

The exam went amazingly well (scored 100/100, yay!). Right now I'm trying to publish a chapter every month, but since I'm traveling a lot during the summer, I'm not sure I can keep it up. The story is as complete as it is here on GA, indeed. Nifty is unfortunately always lagging behind a bit, but I'm trying to have it catch up soon. I'm glad you like the story, JohnnyD. Please continue leaving comments or sending emails when you have feedback or want to let me know what you think; I noticed it always gives me a huge motivational boost when I read comments! Thanks for the response! Stannie

Thanks. I do have a good editor though, otherwise you would've known I'm not a first language speaker. And yeah, I do have assignments and I work as well, but whatever time I have, I mostly spend it writing (admittedly, I write several stories at the same time, so sorry for that). I hope I'll do well on my exams as well, thanks. I'll try to publish a Missing chapter every month from now on, by the way. So it's not gonna be as bad as it once was.

I know how you feel. It's also frustrating when you know exactly where the story is going, but writing it down (especially since it's in another language) is slowing you down. It would be so cool if you could just think up a story and have it written down immediately . I got the rough sketch of next few chapters ready, and I feel more motivated than ever to write (with the patrons and all supporting me, it's an enormous energy boost). I have one more week of exams to go and then I'll have a week or so to write nonstop. Thanks for the comment, I appreciate it