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I cringe for Liam as he tries to wrap himself around the practicalities of leaving Nurton Cross. I wish Mark could have been there, if only to tell Donna off. Her bias in this case clearly works against any kind of rehabilitation in the world Liam might achieve. And poor Ed. My heart breaks for him too.
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The Art Of Letting Go: Camera Phones & Weird Nights
Parker Owens commented on Jason Rimbaud's story chapter in The Art Of Letting Go: Camera Phones & Weird Nights
I enjoyed this. It comes across as unvarnished and true, and beautiful , too. Thanks for this. -
I’m struck by everything that’s good about this chapter: Trace and Celia remain committed to Joel, and if Trace really heard Joel on their horseback chat, then they might find a way to assuage at least a piece of Joel’s anxieties. Davin cares for Joel, too, and may yet help him overcome a different set of worries. Yet Joel is really the only one who can deal with the same lies no matter where he is, (a truly potent thought) and these are what truly cloud his horizon. I continue to hope Joel will return to baseball, and that Davin will take Joel camping.
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I so very much enjoyed this story! Thank you, thank you!
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School. Ghosts from Tempton, real and metaphorical. It’s a whole new set of expectations, and Joel wasn’t likely to handle it all. I hope he goes back to baseball, because it seemed to have been a good harbor for him. It remains to be seen which fictions he chooses to maintain, and which ones he decides to unlearn.
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Sorry you’ve been sick. But I have thought of you this week as I walk under the crescent moon
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You give me a glimpse of your life in this; the sounds, sights and scents which frame your days. For these I am grateful, as I am for that which sustains you. These are beautiful.
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I’m grateful for the chance to glimpse your morning walk. Like you, I could live or linger in those predawn hours underneath the stars. Thank you!
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Joel’s mother, Lisa, has a stone-cold heart in this confrontation, but I wonder if there aren’t a few hairline cracks appearing. At least Joel’s father has grown some cartilage that might one day evolve into a backbone. Maybe. But for now, Joel has shown himself to be the best one in that family - brave, classy and forgiving. He finally told Celia his truth, and revealed to her the fact of his family. I look forward to seeing Joel negotiate the new decisions thrust upon him.
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There’s plenty to cheer about in this chapter. Liam is honest, able to articulate his thoughts clearly, and advocate for himself. His growth and remorse are genuine and evident. The downside is that just as Liam is likely to be released, he realizes how much he needs Ed.
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Joel’s secret isn’t a secret anymore, and neither is Davin’s. Now if Joel can stop telling himself untruths, and Colt can stop sidestepping the truth with others, they can unlearn their lies. And maybe, just maybe, Joel can get another chance to kiss Davin.
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A Song Yet to Be Sung
Parker Owens commented on Jeff Burton's story chapter in A Song Yet to Be Sung
This story leaves me in knots; the characters you write are in even more tangled and intractable ones. Yet, you’ve given us real hope as Simon and Elijah slowly slowly tease the strands looser, and then more fully apart. You’re artful in your unwinding. Yet I hope the next chapter finds Simon and Elijah at greater peace. -
I enjoyed every line of this story. I surely hope we might hear more from these two men one day.
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Welcome back! Glad to see you here.
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What an existence for Gavin and Davin. Someone could make the case against the very distant parents for abandonment and neglect. Talk about parent who have learned to lie. I’m still waiting for Joel to slip up or be backed into a corner to release his own secret. I suppose that will take way more time, despite Davin’s gentle prodding.
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This is a story I have fallen for. It’s exquisite.
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Dry or not, we’ve had plenty of mosquitoes this summer, more than enough to feed the birds and bats. I hope these summer keepsakes remind you of green and golden days when the slow begins to fall.
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It will turn chilly soon enough. I’m happy to have fewer mosquitoes now. I’m glad these brought good memories to you.
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Thank you! It’s sad to see the summer end, yet perhaps these will warm my bones in January.
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Thank you, tim. I’m glad mosquito season is winding down, yet they feed the hummingbirds and warblers that I love so well. It’s good to savor the summer treats while we can. Thanks again.
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No stars shone when the fireflies swirled like phosphorescent constellations above the whispering timothy and clover as each sparkled in passion to each silent as dark stones, yet loud as love. ~ ~ ~ Here vines grow which twine and wind as tight as any knot sailors might devise, yet they bloom and breathe, taking root on trunk and twig, demanding nothing but an embrace strong enough to endure winter’s kiss.
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The Best Breakfast MeetIng Ever (Guest Prompt #2)
Parker Owens commented on Mikiesboy's story chapter in The Best Breakfast MeetIng Ever (Guest Prompt #2)
Following the exercise, this was a most enjoyable story to read. It would have been trying to do, speaking for myself. This was very well done. -
The phone call via Westley sounded like thunder from unseen clouds beyond the horizon. Or perhaps it sounds like opportunity - forcing Joel to seek schooling and community elsewhere. Riding, however scary it might have been, drew Joel more tightly into his new foster family. Thanks again for this story.
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I read this yesterday, and it hit me so hard, I had to put off my response until this morning. The-reading this poem today, I feel just as moved by its beauty, grace and power. I’m grateful to you for writing and sharing this. It’s a poem I will return to frequently.
