Thank you for taking time to read this story. I really appreciate it. It’s not a terribly cheerful vision of a possible future, but maybe it’s a future that doesn’t need to happen. That would be good.
But the dream occurred as a dream; and what it was might be or say just as healing as the event itself. Whatever that dream meant to you, it’s incarnation as a poem is quite powerful.
I feel awful for Huey, who just got badly hurt by being a friend to the wrong person, in the wrong place, in the wrong time. The predatory Durkin brothers committed an atrocity by pulverizing a gentle soul. I wonder what will happen to Huey and to the Wimmer family now?
Huey is definitely playing with seven different kinds of fire; hanging out with Katy, burrowing into Brandon's secrets, and probing the depths of his own nightmares, count but three of them. Even with the relief of the fight, you ratchet up the tension still further. Let's hope Huey has a return Amtrack ticket ready. He may need it very quickly.
What a setup. Huey is in for some real trouble. And Brandon is about to have a huge heartache, because one day soon, he won't be able to go home anymore. Home won't be there. You describe the way some men discover things about themselves in college that eat away at their souls for months or years thereafter. It's not easy to write about that hurt, but you do it very well.
Thank you for writing about people - real, ordinary people - who aren't glamorous, young and perfect. Thank you for giving us some of their stories. Despite their conditions, Charlie, Mal and John have been returned some of their dignity in my eyes.
What Woody did with Jeff on their own was good. But getting online was something else again - something that might seriously hurt both boys. Even if they are both okay with being out, and everything stays relatively safe, they may not realize what they are getting into.
Well, you write so convincingly I believe Gilbert. Sorry, Hagan... And I wonder if Hagan will come back to see Gilbert again without as much of a scowl on his face or a chip on his shoulder. What sort of stupid things do Wyverns do, I wonder? Great story. I'm kind of hoping this is a first chapter...
What a fantastic story! Stuart did the right thing, and his fighting back on Cyril’s behalf means Fred is about to be on the receiving end for a change. And seeing Lucas and Joel again made me smile. Take a bow. Take several.
Something tickled.
He smiled and opened his eyes, feeling Kee nuzzle into his neck again. In the darkness, soft kisses were planted on the skin of his collarbone.
He moved his hand to stroke the smooth surface of Kee’s backside.
“Morning, Loy,” Kee murmured into his shoulder, between nips on his flesh.
“God, haven’t you had enough?”
“Never. You’re delicious.” Kee’s kisses moved lower down his neck and chest.
“We have to get up soon.”
His lover presse
Fascinating. I particularly liked the questions about tropes and outlines. So many illuminating responses! Thank you to everyone who replied, and to Renee for making this feature come together.
Juncos are often overlooked as merely grey birds of little interest. Yet they’re adaptable, subtle, and full of nuanced variation. Goldfinches are flashy, brilliant, eye catching- quite a contrast. Yet they share feeders and their interplay can fascinate. Thanks for reading these!
Juncos
The Junco wears a habit plain,
slate-grey above both back and brain;
his waistcoat white, worn down below,
might bear the mark of breakfast’s stain.
He’s found upon the ground, you know,
to forage in new-fallen snow
‘neath bushes dropping seed or pit
where mourning doves disdain to go.
His nest is dug in dirt or grit,
tween tangled roots, if he might fit
in such a cozy narrow bed
to wea
Your observations and thoughtful description of what you experience are valuable. You seem to benefit, surely, as do others of us who support you from afar. We understand just a little better, hope for healing and progress a bit more particularly. You are quite brave to let us stand with you when the tide swirls around our feet together.
Jordan had better be madly in love with Noah. They make a wonderful couple. But Jordan needs to come clean with his best friend. If he could do it for Jenn, he can do it for himself. It’s time.