Some guys have something wicked which drives them mad; some people are born nasty. And some rationalize their brutality by thinking they're doing the poor kid some kind of perverted 'good.' Stefan's dad may have his reasons, or he may be unreasoning. Or something of both. It really doesn't matter when Stefan and his life gets in the way...
There's more. Chilling, and yet true. Horrible, but the one thing we know is that Stefan is alive to write about it. Still. He breathes, he lives, and with that there has to be something to hold onto.
I wish you could do just that. It hurts, and while this is a horrid and fictional description, we also know it happens in reality. It doesn't happen often (mercifully), but more often than we know. As for the school's reaction, well, it's the consequences for each kid - James Ackerman and Stefan - that's the real and tragic difference.
I wish you could do just that. It hurts, and while this is a horrid and fictional description, we also know it happens in reality. It doesn't happen often (mercifully), but more often than we know. As for the school's reaction, well, it's the consequences for each kid - James Ackerman and Stefan - that's the real and tragic difference.
Twoey's experience was well written and leaves the reader with a bunch of questions. Like: what will Twoey do with the information that Matty has sex with his brother? Like: will Twoey begin to think about the differences between casual sex the and love? How will Twoey feel about Matty if he beds David? And what about that remark about 'you can't afford Danny?' For David, he is being as obtuse as ever, and may not realize his own tactical victory.
THE Wednesday
(undated entry)
Hurts. Hurts so bad. Everything just fucking hurts. No Dad. For how long? Days – I don’t know. Hungry. Tired. And so cold. Somebody finds this – Dad did this to me. Remember.
(undated entry)
The shit has really hit the fan now.
Good news: Dad hasn’t been home for two, maybe three days. At least, I don’t think so.
Bad news: he disappeared after just about killing me. I can’t even write about it right now. I’m cold. I’m tired. But I’m alive, and I gues
This is a hard story, at least at first. Followed your link, and I commend it to everyone who reads these reviews. Crafting on wrote "What No One Sees," which inspired this story. Both are vey hard. Both deal with busy adults who don't or can't see the evidence right in front of them.
I'm merely interested in seeing which stories people liked enough to get engaged in, and want the last part of completed. The author of a story might take it someplace I don't want it to go, but big deal. It's not my story. I've gotten to stories like How the Light Gets In, and wondered if there's an end to it. I've seen others that have two chapters and are obviously just beginning, but never went farther. We can guess why - life happens, after all - but that doesn't stop the reader from wondering where that story might have gone.
It is a black hole, and it's made worse by Stefan's not really understanding how black it is. All he can do is tell his journal about it. The pages are the only things he can trust.
Oh, poor Ian! A dead bird in the kitchen? Hard to lose a pet, no matter how old or expected. How would Ian cope with a cat? And what sort of cat? The big, obese orange kind the size of medium city or the lithe, elegant gray kind that smirks at your every faux pas?
Poor kid is right. Some kids just can't or don't know how to get out, and they get trapped in this kind of misery. Sometimes the way out is even worse.