Mikiesboy

i may read it aloud to my Husband ..

i know that ... i am usually cold.. like now i have a blanket over my legs.. Michael wears shorts all year round, He is always too warm. I'm glad you confirmed because i wouldn't want you stewin' over there unless its some nice beef.

Yes, it is Sir.

Yes, Sir .. and i am always cold .. and there is no harm if everyone is happy. Thank You, Sir xo

you know .. the world would be a better place if more mothers were like you.. and dads, like Phil Sir. beautiful, thank you, molly xoox

Thanks very much, Thorn. xo

People should do what makes them happy, as long they are not hurting others. Love is a wonderful thing.

thanks very much Reader xoxo

thanks A ... i love the pictures you describe for several poems... they could be a story xoox

thanks very much, Kitt ... thank you for the lovely commnent xo

Lol.. no Sir. You know me, i've just been thinking about things.

It is said the heart is a lonely hunter To some extent that’s the truth But to love we cannot be alone To love there must more than you We deny and hide from our reality Push our true natures away All in the name of modesty We can’t be that in polite company When we meet in a burst of starlight The energy is overwhelming, true I want you with my body and mind Nearly becoming a part of you Societal mor

This is only a short list.... This is a series. Also a series: Not complete as of yet: Most anything by any of these authors is worth reading frankly.

Great interview. Love the advice on writing...it is what i always say to myself...write bravely! And being a dog is cool, too!

thank you for sharing this Def. i remain unsure of this piece.. thank you for reading it and for your wonderful insight and comments. Thank you. xo

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Time makes it easier...but it Never Ever goes away. You walk in my shoes then you can tell me 'you should be over it'.

See you all later ... off to the airport.

She's a sweet girl...and a good guest. She gave us a bottle of wine and a cute card to say thank you. i will miss her.

Now we have a panicking girl again ... Her plane doesnt go until 10pm

yes .. blah

It is not too far from being finished, Sir. i am glad You enjoyed it Sir.

Just a little sample from Chapter 3 for you... it's not edited at all...just so you know. Stravor the Younger left the Hall. He no longer noticed as people cleared a path for him. He stopped before stepping onto the walkway. He did not know if others could hear his thoughts, “I have my duty. Yet, this charge …” The Searcher bowed his head and sighed deeply. “This time I am racked with doubt. Yet, I am charged to complete my master’s will. His will be done.” Reaching absently, the Searcher sought comfort from the Sword. It moaned softly as he touched it. Pulling himself up, his shoulders back, Stravor walked back to Silverhide Inn. It was time to break their fast, and set out on their journey. ~ The Inn was quiet in the mornings. Stravor slipped inside and looked in the stable, kitchen and the main hall for signs of Keter. “Damn his hide!” Stravor took the stairs two at a time and opened the door to their room. “Still abed!” He strode to the bedside and looked down at the sleeping boy. “Boy … young man. Old enough to be a danger. Master said the lad would become a dangerous mage.” The Searcher sighed and reached for the comfort of the Sword. “I am torn … but my path is clear as is my duty.” Stravor picked up a pewter pot in which Keter had water to sup. Smiling, he poured over the sleeping lad’s head. “Get up, you lazy lout! You were supposed to be preparing when I attended the Hall. UP!” Beneath the water, Keter sputtered. “What?” He looked up and rolled from under the last of liquid. “Master! I … I am up … please!” Keter wiped the water from his face and pushed it through his soft blond hair. His brow wrinkled as he gazed upward. “Stravor, am I sorry. I will get everything done.” The Searcher replaced the cup and leaned close enough to kiss Keter softly. “Tis all right. Up and prepare yourself. Wear your boots, mind. I will go order our food.” Then standing up, Stravor reached out a hand and help Keter to his feet. “Do as I bid. Meet me in the Hall.” “Yes, master.” Stravor left the bedroom and went first to the main hall where he found a serving girl. “Food for two.” The barefoot girl, ducked her head and spoke softly. She was shaking when she replied, “There are still servings of hash, or simple eggs and boiled oats.” “Bring me oats, hash, and toasted bread. With something sweet to top it.” Stravor ordered and began to walk away. “We will sit by the fire. And tea. A pot; make it now so it is strong. Thank you, girl.” Stravor left the girl and found Galeth in the stable. “Boy! That brown pony. Make him ready, we have a long walk ahead. Add to my bill, a bag of oats.” “Aye, sir. May I say sir, that Stone Hill do not need fancier foods, they—” “I know, tis why I purchased the creature.” Stravor smiled. “But sometimes, to all living things, food is a small comfort. So, prepare a bag of oats.” “Yes, of course, sir. They will be ready.” Galeth nodded. “I wonder where they are going, that a pony will need comfort?” Up in the bedroom, Keter packed their meager things into the baskets. He now sat on the bed and drew on his boots and pulled the laces taut. “Oh, boots! I much prefer barefoot.” He sighed as he did up the second. “Stravor has still told me nothing of this journey, or why I am part of it. That man does not have to carry his comforts with him, so why does he now?” Keter’s thoughts were interrupted when the door opened. “Are you ready, lad? Come, it is time to eat.” Stravor said. He walked into the room and gave the packed baskets a quick inspection. He lifted them. “Not too bad. These will not stress the animal.” “Shade.” Keter stood and gathered his cloak and hat. “I am ready, master. For our journey to I do not know where.” Stravor’s gaze snapped to the boy. “Is that anger I hear, boy?” Walking to the door, Keter felt clumsy in his boots. “No, master. I am uncomfortable in these … these things and clothes. I am yours but still I am afraid.” Stravor’s gaze softened and he put a hand on Keter’s slim shoulder. He could feel the lad’s bones. “Do not be afraid for I will let nothing happen to you.” The Searcher pushed the boy toward the door. He did not notice Keter shudder. “Now, come and let us eat. There are miles to go, boy.” Stravor went down the stairs before him, leaving Keter to pull the door closed. “Miles to go before I die ….” Quickly turning, the lad pushed the door open. He rummaged through the small bag of his things he’d packed into the baskets earlier. After finding it, he fastened the small blade and its leather sheath to his trousers and tucked it into a pocket.

that is brilliant news ..i am so happy he will graduate! good for him.