Cynus

I wanted to take the gun out of Masahiro's hand more than anything, and it all clicked together for me when I wrote this chapter, and I knew what I had to do. I identify with Masahiro more than any other character in the story. He's modeled off many of my own internal thoughts, though Nobuyuki and Nikola also have a lot of me in them. I'm glad I kept you guessing. This is by far my favorite among my own works, and I'm incredibly grateful that others have loved it as well. That it wasn't predictable also makes me happy, especially since that's something I try to avoid as much as possible. Thank you so much for the review!

Nicola Salvitici was amazed at the amount of grey in Mikhail Karimov’s hair. He hadn’t shared the same space as Mikhail in years, but other than his hair color, little had changed. Perhaps, if he looked long enough, he could admit Mikhail’s face was a bit more weathered, and his eyes were a bit harder, but he was still the same handsome man he’d always been. Standing from his seat in the hospital waiting room, Nicola stared at Mikhail until he was noticed, and Mikhail headed his way. “N

I liked this chapter even more than the first one. I loved watching this battle of wills between these two confident young men, though I still prefer Snowflake to Brian, and hope he comes out on top. (No double entendre intened) I think I'd fall in love with Snowflake, too, so I can't blame his popularity. Love where the story is going.

I'm sorry I didn't get to this before. I must have missed the original notification of the comment, as I noticed it for the first time today when I saw my "recent comments" section. Thank you for your compliments. I've recently entered a new writing crisis, so It's good to have this support here. Thank you so much!

At the beginning, I wasn't very fond of Brian, he felt a bet arrogant, but his thoughts flowed so well and were written to match the personality so I didn't struggle to read him. Then he admits to being empty and tired and I thought, "Oh yes, there's definitely a story here which I'll be interested in." I can't wait to see the different ways which Brian finds a bit of humility and enjoys life a bit more as a result. Seems as if he's already discovered a bit of a spiritual/introspective side, so there may be hope for him yet. Not sure how I feel about the switching first person perspective. It's not a style I think I'd ever be able to write convincingly, I think, so maybe I'm just projecting. I think it'll confuse me if I try to read it quickly, but I have seen it pulled off appropriately before, so there's still hope there, too. You do have a definite tone change between the two, so prospects are good. I like Snowflake a lot, and I'm looking forward to seeing how he handles Brian. Sabrina is interesting, too. You've developed quite the cast of characters, here. How will it all work out, I wonder? Thanks for sharing this story, M!

This is something I wrote to my Patreon supporters, but I figured I'd seek some input here, too. Hello everyone! I'm writing to inform you of a number of things going on with my writing at the moment. First, I will soon be releasing another serial titled "Fearless". It's a shorter work, only 11 chapters long, and it was fun to write, though I'm not sure what the reaction will be from my readers. I wrote it differently than I've ever written anything else, and I'm curious to see how it will be received. It will start posting midway through June, after From The Cup of The Worthless finishes posting. Second, I'm struggling a bit with what to write next, and here's one of the things which might impact you. This last little while has been a bit rough for me, and all the ideas which are coming to me are dark ones. I can't guarantee the next serial I release after "Fearless" will be a lighthearted one. I can attempt to write something fitting my normal stories. I can force myself to work on something which the muse isn't calling to me on, and I might just be able to finish something by the time "Fearless" is done, and it'll be okay. But it won't be great. It won't have my soul in it, because it's not what's calling to me right now. At the moment, the only things which go anywhere are stories which deal with a great deal of negative emotions I'm trying to work through. If I allow myself to work on one of these, I believe it'll be one of the best things I've ever written. However, in the end you'll be the ones reading it, and that's why I'm hoping for some input on what to write next. Which would you prefer? Something which isn't dark and brooding, or something emotional and visceral? All comments are appreciated. Thank you

Awesome! Seriously, in my opinion, there are far too few stories like this out there. I think this level of open-mindedness in a relationship is great, and I'm sure it can work for plenty of people who want to make it work. It's not like polyamorous relationships are anything new to the spectrum, but for some reason our culture shuns them, even if all parties are consenting and happy with the arrangement. I'm glad they were able to work it out, though I am a bit surprised they forgave the dishonesty so easily. I mean, dishonesty is the real killer to relationships, so THAT did seem to be forgiven a bit easier than I'd think it would be, but at least they all ended up happy in the end. Great story. Thanks, tim!

I did not see any of that coming. Well . . . I'm not going to stay around here, I have to read chapter 4, now!

You like soul food? I like you, don't I? I just reached the point where Sim says "I like you" in his thoughts, and connected the two thoughts together. Maybe one day I'll be lucky enough to find someone who finds my preaching passionate. The love-making was nice without being over the top. I'm glad it's not the entire focus of the story as it is for many stories out there. That feeling of it "being right" was there all along. Thanks for sharing!

I loved the internal monologue on Sim. It drew me into his character very quickly, and after reading for just a few lines, I already had a grasp on his personality. I think this one is my favorite: I wanted to fall to my knees and pray to the Lords of Lust to make it so The tone you set for this story fits the setting well. The language is smooth and casual, and you transition thoughts easily. Even with the constant interjection of Sim's thoughts, I didn't feel hampered at all while reading this. I'm excited to see where it goes, and what Ryan has in store for Sim.

I'd personally feel a lot better about a parody than a fanfiction. My characters are like my children, and I don't like them in the hands of other people. A parody, though, I think can be a wonderful stroke of genius if done appropriately. I can see my stories re-imagined and love them, I think. Though, since neither has ever happened before, perhaps I'd have to see it before I actually know how I'll feel.

This is the last one I'll add for today. This is actually the first one I ever saw, but I have no idea when it came out other than "prior to February 2006".

Welcome, Atheu! Welcome, Geoff! Welcome, Lee! Welcome, Alexander! Welcome, mefink24! Welcome, Tamy! Welcome, Artie! Welcome, Vitriol! Welcome, Louis! Welcome, Ash! Welcome, PTSJ! Welcome, Amanda! Apparently I've missed quite the influx of people. Welcome all of you!

This is another one I remember, which was made by NOM (National Organization for Marriage). It ran somewhere between 2008 and 2009, though I'm not sure when. Not long after that, however, some of the brilliant parodies were released. This first one is my favorite. And I discovered this one for the first time today.

This is one of the first ones which really made me smile.

You have no idea how much this just made my day! Thank you for sharing!

Touches like glass, Smooth and clear, but shatters in seconds. An innocent question on my lips, Transferred to yours in a gentle kiss You didn’t know You didn’t see, How much this question meant to me. Your answer shattered me, Broke me down to shards of anger, Shards of bitterness, Shards of love. Your answer shattered me, But you picked up the pieces, Put me back together, These shards of love. Distance like horizons, Always out of reach, never out of sight, An innoce

For all she did to him, Masahiro still loves Katsumi. He couldn't bring himself to kill her, though he certainly felt the desire to do it. For a man ruthless in his discipline, he still has a heart, and that's what i wanted to show here. I'm glad you picked up on that. The brothers and their dad are coming up next Wednesday! I hope you'll all like how it resolves. Thank you for the review!

The story isn't over yet. Two more chapters to go, with plenty of room for death. Who says Daisuke's tricks are all spent, after all? As for Nobuyuki wanting out of the criminal lifestyle . . . I think he wants to see a more peaceful world, and he's approaching that in his own way more than anything else. Thank you for the review!

I wish I knew the answer to your first question, as it's something I've wondered as well. It didn't show up there with the posting of the first song or the second, so I really don't know. Maybe because it's still below 1000 total words for the story? One day, someone will write the music, I hope. I just need a musician in my life who will work with what I have. Honestly, I'd enjoy writing songs for the rest of my life as surely as I'd enjoy writing stories.

Hah! If I could compose music or sing, I'd already be on YouTube with these. Maybe I'll find a guy who can and share one of those kisses with them? Thank you for the review!

Verse 1: Cold winter’s night, the sun was fallen God knows it wasn’t easy Must’ve been some fight, to bring him callin’ To the lonely road out of town. His lady at his side, he took up the fight They must’ve thought him crazy, But he hitched a ride, out into the light The navigator wouldn’t be kept down. Chorus: ‘Cause there’s no rest for the wicked, No home to call his own. No there’s no rest for the wicked, He’s out there all alone. Been to a thousand places Seen many friendly faces But the

I'm glad you got a chance to catch up on the cliffhanger. Don't worry, I'm not going to kill anyone in this scene . . . Yet. Thank you for the review!

I'm going to have to look into this one, M.

Down in the depths, my soul wanders and waits, Aching and searching, and tempting the fates. I’ve long held myself back, From the things that I lack, Fearing my memories would come true again, That anger and pain would return as my friend, And leave my soul bitterly cursing my state. The bitter kiss of life, Doesn’t seem bitter at all, When your lips meet mine. The sweet kiss of life, Doesn’t compare at all, When our bodies entwine. I never suspected I would feel this way now,