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This is a powerful set of words, full of memory and portent.
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The images in these remind me of Dickens, or something late Victorian. Rank overgrown gardens and decaying estates come to mind, along with the title Bleak House. These are discomfortable, unsettling, even frightening. They are marvels if simplicity.
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April 23 I. I shift to move into the light and hold at bay encroaching night, yet ere I go to darkness blue, some questions would I put to flight: I'd like to know if it was true of what I guessed, but never knew, was something which we might have shared, a deeper bond 'twixt me and you? Was it the stars which blindly erred, misfortune leaving us unspared, to separate two boys confused, who might their Rubicon have dared? Why were my daydreams
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April 23 I. I shift to move into the light and hold at bay encroaching night, yet ere I go to darkness blue, some questions would I put to flight: I'd like to know if it was true of what I guessed, but never knew, was something which we might have shared, a deeper bond 'twixt me and you? Was it the stars which blindly erred, misfortune leaving us unspared, to separate two boys confused, who might their Rubicon have dared? Why were my daydreams
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Many thanks for sticking with the story and for all your encouraging comments. Confession : I kinda choked up writing this chapter, myself. Thanks again.
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Thanks, Jay! I am glad this story found its way into your heart.
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Beautiful enough for tears. Wonderful.
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April 28 : An Evening Walk
Parker Owens commented on Emi GS's story chapter in April 28 : An Evening Walk
This particular prompt invites us to describe a slice of life - a tiny sliver of it - and you do that with great detail and powerful description. I was especially fond of the reference to the children playing, talking about their puppies. -
December 2015 • Part I
Parker Owens commented on Carlos Hazday's story chapter in December 2015 • Part I
Thanks for this slice of December. You made CJ's number eighteen very special. But so many people want a part of him - how hard that must be, both for CJ, and for Ozzie, and for his friends, too. Thiago had just a bit of an echo of that. Or maybe it was just my own hearing. HRC, the Obamas, all the foundation stuff...CJ could be forgiven if he made a headstrong mistake or two. Great chapter - now awaiting part II next week! -
I am really glad you thought this was a worthwhile read, despite its dark beginning and cliffhangers. I thank you also for your encouraging comments.
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Lisa, thank you very much for your generous and kind comments. I am so glad you stayed with the story through Scott's ugliest chapters to watch him grow and change into someone new. Marc and Lee gave Scott the first thing he needed - a chance to turn a corner. Then Javier and Oscar showed him what he could have. And Graham fell for Scott, even as Scott fell for Graham. I hope you will enjoy my next project, but I am a slow writer, so it may be a little while...in the meantime, I will be encouraged to know there will be someone wanting to read it! Thanks again.
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I would like to copy and paste this into a document, so I can save it in my recipe notebook...is that all right? Please?
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I like Liam best when he thinks through his choices and is comfortable with them...it seems that he had never been wholly comfortable giving up Alek. It will be interesting to see if this will spur Liam to resolve this in some way. However you write it, I am sure it will be enjoyable.
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At first reading, the Poetical Frustration stood out to me. Those moments you describe so aptly have stretched out for weeks with me...I can really relate. A second reading convinced me that the Tanka mist touched my heart. A third reading confirmed that choice, even though 'merged boxes' came a close second. The Tanka spoke to me of joy in the glorious spring; you touched me with thoughts of resurgent hope. Thank you!
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You know I like this. I feel so badly for Bailey, and being at the center of a swirl of gossip and conversation doesn't help. You write this with acuity and compassion.
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Thank you for your encouraging words that convinced me to finish this story. Thanks, too for reading the finished product, and for your supportive words. Xo P
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Thank you very much for reading the story - for sticking with it through its dark chapters, and watching the slow transformation in Scott. I am also a sucker for redemption stories. And I think this will definitely qualify as HEA. Thanks for your support!
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Thank you for such generous and kind remarks. More importantly, I am grateful that you read the story and enjoyed it. Characters who change are often the most interesting ones, I think. I will miss Graham and Scott and all the rest of the characters, too. Thanks again.
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No, Def, thank you for reading what was a difficult story. Scott was such a fascinating and challenging character to write and conceive. But characters who really change over the course of a story are the most interesting, IMO. Graham in his simple, subtle way, helped with that change just as Scott was ready for it, as an alert reader noted at the time. I appreciate your patience in staying with the tale, and in your very kind comments.
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Thanks so much for reading and responding so often. I am very grateful.
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I am not reluctant...just slow! But thank you for a new story idea! Thanks for reading this story; readers like you make it worthwhile to write.
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Scott and Graham will be happy together in Miami. You will have to go there and look for them someday. And caution is well advised in hanging out with Ellie - hope her latest protoge can stay healthy! Thanks so much for reading this story!
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Thank you for making this a better story, Carlos. And thank you for reading it, and enjoying it!
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The sun was high overhead toward the end of a near perfect morning. The seas were calm, the skies seemed at their deepest blue, and the scene on the water looked placid. Boats skimmed across the surface of Tampa Bay on a flawless spring day. He'd been on his own in the boat approaching three, perhaps closer to four hours, prowling the varied shores and inlets at a very sedate pace. His keen eyesight was bound to pick up a straggler sooner or later. In the earlier morning light, he
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Such terrible pain, such sad episodes, and every one of them sounds so true, so real. These are cries of the heart, stories of the soul; tim's phrase 'rants of the damned' is apt. Searing and unsparing.
