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When I say it's not a religious story I mean that I'm not espousing any religious beliefs. To me these lost years need explanation. Now of course, there is some doubt that the Jesus of the new testament ever actually existed from a historical viewpoint.
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How right you are. I've had some female readers who couldn't read the rape scene
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Interlude 9CE – 15CE The First decade CE 35 was dominated by a disastrous Roman defeat. In 9CE, a Roman army under Tiberius Quintilius Varro was defeated by Germanic tribes at the battle of Teutoburg forest. Not just defeated – it was annihilated. Twenty thousand men were slaughtered with the loss of three Roman standards. The Emperor Augustus was often seen roaming the rooms of his Palace crying out, “Varus, Varus – give me back my legions.” As a result
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I decided to go different because to be an author on GA doesn't mean to have gay relationships and sex as themes all the time. Well that's only my opinion, so I tried for something different. Hope it works.and hope you enjoy
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Although all the boys and youths had departed Nazareth at different times and directions, they eventually banded together for warmth and security. But as the sun climbed over the Galilean hills the following morn, its rays fell upon an emotionally shattered group. The terrible news about the rape and slaughter of the innocents had reached them during the night. The initial reaction was disbelief, but when it became clear that it was true, their grief descended into desolation. Most of th
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In his short life, Tavi had never known such fear. He now sat, by himself, in the very corner of the prison tent into which he’d been thrown. His fear was such that he’d curled himself up into a fetal position hugging his knees and staring at the ground. Gone was the bravado, the aggression, and the belief in his immortality. It was replaced by an awful fear that he was going to die. What an idiot. He had stormed into the village square, spoiling for a fight. And that’s exactly what he got. Of c
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Thanx Jeff. Well, some people may take offence. But I've tried to tone the story hopefully that it will not be offensive.
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Thanx Stephen . . . it is a departure and I had lots of challenges to make the story different. I hope you'll continue to enjoy
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Seemingly suspended between earth and sky the ‘short toed’ eagle flew lazily in circles searching for prey to feed her young. At this time of the day, hot thermals rising from the desert floor aided her flight. Using these thermals, she swooped, soared and hovered over the desert landscape, senses alert for any movement that could suggest food. Her prey was preferably snakes and she killed not by her talons but by using her beak which was specially adapted for large kills. Thus, she was
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The winds of change were swirling throughout the land; this ancient land; this Palestine. The Jewish people held strong religious ideals and a yearning for both spiritual and political freedom. And they were a disgruntled lot. Over time, they had split into factions each differently interpreting religious dictates as set down by their god, Yahweh. Occasionally, rebellious leaders would arise, and being victorious, would usher in a short period of freedom for the whole Jewish population. Suc
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Adlai Ben Yusuf the son of a humble carpenter, grew up in the village of Nazareth in the troubled land called Palestine. With with his brother Tavi and cousin Cephas he enjoyed the usual escapades and misadventures of a normal teenage boy. Whereas Adlai was scholarly and introspective his brother Tavi was an extrovert. He was a warrior, an adventurer and a womaniser; trouble followed him relentlessly. Being popular and well-loved, he was his father Yusuf''s favourite. Then suddenly a simple mistake occurred which was to have tragic and far-reaching consequences; consequences that have endured to the present day.
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I've written four stories so far; Sammy was my first and, as such, will always have a special part in my heart. When I hear from folks such as you, I'm motivated to keep writing. Are you an author yourself?
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Thanks . . . I hope the ending will be satisfactory. If it isn't let me know how it could be improved. Thanx again for getting in touch
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Thnx for reading and your comment. When I hear from readers it motivates me to write but more importantly to improve my writing skills.
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Thnx for reading. I get motivated by readers such as yourself. Thnx again
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Hmmmm . . . maybe I'll write a sequel. Thnx for the thought and for reading my story. Greatly appreciated
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Thanx to all my story readers; I love interacting with you.
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Your very kind. I just love writing, particularly about gay issues. When reading other authors I get frustrated having to wait for a new chapter to be posted. I'm sure you must feel the same. I don't think it fair on readers to stop a story and then not add additional chapters till sometime down the line. I make sure I've finished my stories before I post them to GA. I'm not perfect and will always welcome constructive comments. Thank you very much for reading.
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All through the long morning and longer afternoon, Paddy struggled to get control of his shattered life. It was his inability to cry that troubled him profoundly; he acutely felt the need to let go and it seemed his hurt was beyond the influence of human responses. He knew if he didn't emote and give vent to his repressed feelings, he would become catatonic . . . again. He just moped around his home trying to find an outlet such as reading, cooking, bathing or tidying up. Nothing worked .
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You're very perceptive. The reference is to Paddy's talk with Gary. I should have been more specific. Thnx for your thoughts
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No that's right and especially back in the early twentieth century. It's a lesson we all have to learn; that all our actions have consequences. Thnx for your comment.
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At first there was only dimness and a strange feeling of floating. He sensed movement but then the blackness returned. Now there was light again and then sound . . . a small candle flickered in his head as slowly he returned to consciousness. Disoriented, he looked around and realised slowly that he was in bed; but in bed where? He sensed people moving around him and then his sense of smell returned, suggesting that he was in hospital. Paddy lay immobile and made no sound as he let co
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As soon as the news of Moira's murder became known, by ones and then twos, Tilley's mob sauntered into the Crown. At first they were quiet, conversing in low whispers and banding together to share their common grief. Being Freddie's cousin Moira was popular, and to each person it was a personal loss. Of course the rumour mill was in overdrive; details were sketchy, and basically the only news and details they had was from reports in the paper. The twelve o'clock radio news bulletin shed no furth
