MrM

Oh hunny. Come with me. I've got some go go boys to show ya. This one was just warming up. I'll have to rumage around my ICloud for my boys who were hanging from the ceiling at The Abby in WeHo. Superhuman, dude.

Oh, its already part of another story. Those that read some of my other works might even recognize it.

"Papa?" I call out to him for I know for sure it is he who I was talking to wasn't it? But no answer comes and, though I am eager to go to Nerites' Seashell, I am suddenly concerned for my Papa! What has become of him? Is he still up in the forest canopy or has he suffered a bad turn with all the 'divine' madness that has just transpired? "P-Papa?" I call out to him again weakly as my worry grows. Just then, I see a shifting shadow against the forest backdrop. It looks like the s

I'm so glad you liked it!

Wow! He's sooooo skinny!

Happy Birthday Sweetie!

Time no longer passes for me atop Mount Olympus where the clouds always gather into rosy fingered dawnlike twilight. The scent of Ganymede's Jasmine scents the Garden of Delights with heavenly tones of lemon blossoms, orange blossoms, roses, and gladiolas. The Ambrosia Tree sings to me through its leaves old songs of remembered joys. Older than are all the gods and titans alike, the Ambrosia Tree was once called the Tree of Knowledge. Its fruit divided gods from men when Olympus was Eden an

I can appreciate that. In western barding the Thalian Mask of Comedy and the Melpomenean Mask of Tragedy both hang together on the wall thanks to our Greek forefathers. They well knew the place for both kinds of story to be told, though they always did so with a message to be gained from either the comedy or the tragedy. I endeavor to wear both masks in my writings, hopefully. Alas, I may give you maybe one of the 1% that do end in tragedy. I promise to make it worth your while though. Sometimes the tragic can uncover a truth so fantastic that it can only lead to lasting and meanigful joy in the long run. I have found that in life that the closing of one door often leads to the opening of another. Tragedy closes and opens. If it didn't, there would be no hope at all. I refuse to write hopeless stories. There is always hope! Always!

"Your sex is a dream, Baby, and I never want to wake up." ~ Brandon Glowing

There is something to be said about 'slice of life' story styles. They can create relatable characters that a reader can identify with. Having them work through their problems and accept what can be done and what can't be done can be comforting if, in the end, there is some kind of resolution. This may be a bias in American tastes as Americans tend to be optomistic and want to see the adventurous soul triumph over adversity. Other cultures don't necessarily share this taste. Many French stories, like The Stranger by Camus, try to shine a light on things left in the dark. These stories are somewhat educational because they emphasize what socio philosophers call 'anomie' or the state of meaninglessness in anything we do. It's almost considered vain-glorious to think that everyone can always overcome the world's brokeness by hard work and courage. Things just are as they are and will always be that way. Other European sensibilites seem to follow this line. Scandanavian film, for instance, encourages a 'best leave it like it is' motto. So the films basically become voyaristic insights into other people's lives. An effort to find commonality among all people so that we don't feel alone in any of our experiences. We inherit our love of fantastic adventure and epic storytelling from the British where many authors from Shakespeare to Tolkien build these operatic confections of struggle and defeat and sometimes victory after much hardship and some tenderness. I think there may be a place for the epic and the mundane in our storytelling as this is true in real life. Our lies aren't all drab misery, hopefully. We have truimphs and conquests as well as defeats. Life's a rollercoaster of experiences and to reflect that makes for exciting stories that can actually be reality based.

This was the second story I read when first coming here to GA to lurk and to read. I was so enchanted by it that I joined GA shortly after starting to read this. Its sweet interations and character driven story line inspired the idea for a story that I had and began writing once I finished Pour Me Another. That story is Snowflake: A Love Story. I consider Snowflake Pour Me Another's literary child and KC its Grand-Author. It was such a good read that I was sad to see it end. Thank you KC for writing this and for inspiring so many of us to write grounded, character driven romances.

Yay!! @Timothy M.

Thanks very much, @Myr

Oh good. I'm not hallucinating again.

A pick me up. I haven't been able to stop listiening to this and thinking of Bobby Jeanette. https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=wO89_H7GqaQ

Dion's Lament Nothing Shatters Like A Heart by Moto Boy

Then it may be a Safari IOS issue. On my screen the link above does not show the title. I can live with that as long as others can see it. It is for them that I post the link anyway. Thanks for looking into it Myr.

There is no death. Only change.

I don't know if this is a CSS issue with Safari or not, but the title hyperlink font for story links seems to be going white when initially added. When you hover you see the title but when you release the link it goes back to white.

Thank you SOOO much for reading! Yes, the next chapter should wrap things up. I have a few surprises in store.

Better a mill stone . . .

Kewl!!!

"The circle is now complete. I was once the learner now I am the master." "Only a master of evil, Alec."

Verified that at the time picture that George was claiming to be 20 years old at the time. He is incredibly fair, however. A couple of years on, just a few months ago, he 'roughened himself up a bit'. Still . . . very, very fair. In all honesty, to my eye, as far as overall aesthetic beautiy is concerned, I have never seen a male of our species as stunningly beautiful as old George here. He's almost unreal.

I'd say about 50%. Most from the 80s-90s. Things start getting fuzzy after 1999