LillyLee

I open this up for discussion or you can just read my opinion and ponder. Maybe keep in mind while you're reading my stories. Moral dilemmas are a great source of drama and tension in a story. And having your readers question their own morals and try to judge the situations your characters are facing and their reactions is a great way to pull them into the story. Often our characters or plot don't align with our own ethics/ morals as the author, but we have to do our best to stay true to the character/plot. I find, for myself at least, the biggest difference of morality between myself and my characters occurs in the case of non-human/ supernatural characters. For example witches, vampires, werewolves, fae. As a species and culture they each have their own code of ethics and moral decency, most of which don't line up with my own (often those of human kind either). For myself, it is easier for me to look a a situation and say "in my world, that's bad. But I recognize it's okay in their world". I learned about an anthropology principle in school called Cultural Relativism. Basically; don't judge a culture based on your own cultures standards (Flip side of this would be Ethnocentrism, google it for definition). For example; Vampires feeding from humans without permission would break most people moral codes, an immortal being who is 2 millenniums old dating a high school girl is a common trope but kind of like pedophilia, fae feeding humans either food to keep them trapped is basically kidnapping and forced confinement. All things that human culture would deem unacceptable but is perfectly normal in supernatural worlds. Similar dilemmas can be found within the human species when crossing cultural boundaries. For (not to serious) example, as a Canadian, it was culturally accepted when I choose to circumcise my son. Many people, especially European. have expressed that it is such an accepted practice where they come from. Another example is that in Canada we take our shoes off when entering a house, apparently that's not a world wide thing. The problem lies in the few cases I have experienced where readers have been unable or unwilling to excuse supernatural behavior that is normal to them. Like a vampire sucking someone dry or a wolf killing a rival in a alpha challenge. It become a tough decision between making something people are comfortable reading and being true to the vision/ cultural norms of your characters and world. Discussion Questions Is it acceptable to excuse immoral behavior because we acknowledge cultural/ species differences? Do you find it easy or difficult to do so? Do you find it hard to enjoy stories that contain elements you feel are immoral? Does it make a difference if it's a cultural difference? A supernatural difference? Can you accept a difference at face value or do you need an explanation on why it is acceptable in their culture/world ? Have you had this dilemma in your own writing? How did you deal with it?

Hey, I'm LillyLee and thanks for checking in with me! I don't have a lot to say and I'm horrible with deadlines and updates but hopefully this will give me some practice and keep me on schedule. Also, I plan on announcing progress reports, update schedules and upcoming projects. Feel free to leave me questions, comments and discussions ideas. Also, don't be scared to all me out on missing promised updates. Keep me honest! So a little bit of myself: I've been writing since I was in middle school, I really started to get into it about the 8th grade. I started off with poetry, then moved on to short but multi chapter stories, in high school I got back into poetry but it didn't last long. Story telling is sort of my thing. I have sooo many ideas and half finished stories/novel, and I'm absolutely horrible at endings. Either they stall in the middle or go on forever. I've been attempting short stories to work on my ending skills. The finer points of punctuation seem to allude me, and I'm horrible about spelling. But I'm anal about using spell checks and editing my stuff 100 million times before posting. I have a love of supernatural/ fantasy; werewolves, vampire, witches, fairies and that sort of thing. I have a love of mythology, especially Greek and Celtic. I'm kind of a judgmental bitch, but I know how to play nice. I'm a total book worm, introvert, home body. I have strong pinions and I don't know how to back down. I'm very bad at small talk and prefer to jump right into 'real talk'. So... Current projects Multi-Chapter Stories Last Chance High - Completed My Prince - 10/12 (maybe as much as 15), Approximate Completion: Mid-March Series Admirer Homecoming Admirer - Completed Halloween Admirer - Completed Christmas Admirer - 2/5, Approximate Completion: Next Couple Days Prompts/ Short Stories Wicked Witch - Completed Prompt: "Years ago you promised your first born to a witch. Despite your best efforts you can't seem to get laid. She's getting impatiant." Duets - Approximate Completion: Next Week Prompt: “Hey, we never met but our showers are on opposite sides of the same apartment wall. Sometimes we shower at the same time and sing duets.” Satan's BFF - Approximate Completion: End March Prompt: "A lonely person sells their soul to Satan to be their friend. And Satan just rolls with it until he realizes at the time of their death he genuinely likes them. Since he can’t renege on the contract he takes them to hell and puts them in a high position of power." Future Projects Multi Chapter Stories The Good Doctor The Pack Secret Agent Kid Brat Pack Prince Charming is... A Fae? Dystopia Series Admirer Valentine Admirer Spring Break Admirer Easter Admirer Summing Loving (4th of July Admirer) Prompts/ Short Stories ​Saving Greg Summer Camp Amnesia Stolen Flowers

Thanks for the review! I'm so glad you like it. These two are so cute and Im having lots of fun writing them. I'm planning a whole bunch, year in the life sort of thing but it will be slow moving.

On the third day of Christmas my true love gave to me… The key-chain was added to my key-ring. I didn’t even notice it at first, not till I climbed into his car and went to put my keys in my bag. The toonie sized silver medallion was inscribed ‘I hope your Christmas is as nice as your butt’ “Really, Keirnan?” “It’s a very nice butt, Little Bit.” “You’re such a weirdo.” “Aw, darling, you love me and all my weirdness.” “Yea, I do. I wouldn’t change a thing.” “Did you have a good time wi

Prompt Years ago you promised your first born to a witch. Since then, despite your best efforts, you can’t seem to get laid. The witch is starting to get impatient. She starts coaching you on how to get men because she doesn’t want to waste more magic on you without promise of payment. The more time you spend together the more you realize you have a bit of a crush on her. Soon you start sabotaging your dates on purpose to see her again Amelia knew it was a long shot. In fact,

Years ago you promised you're first born to a witch... she's starting to get impatient.

Nikki has trouble coming up with an idea for Keirnan's Christmas present, while his boyfriend seems to be pulling out all the stops with his 12 days of giving.

On the first day of Christmas my true love gave to me….. The basket was sitting on my desk when I awoke with a big red bow tied on the front. I could see through the red tinted cellophane it was full of movie night supplies. A box of microwave popcorn (extra butter style), two popcorn flavor shakers, two christmas mugs and a can of hot chocolate, a bag of marshmallows and a snowman onesie. The card was plain and simple with a christmas tree on front. Inside Keirnan’s neat printing read, ‘Eve

"Oh blacksmith! Come on out and face your judgment!" The village was bustling with activity, everyone rushing to get home to their families. Landon stood in the street outside the blacksmith's shop, sword gripped at his side. His voice was loud and mockingly sweet. The villagers began to gather; curious and worried about why the Lieutenant of the Guard was calling out Phoenix. "Come on out here and face me like a man, you no good hell spawn!" Phoenix strapped his sword to his belt an

I'm so glad your enjoying the story and found it binge worthy! *happy dance*

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Thanks for your review, very appriciated! I'm glad your enjoying the story

Thanks so much for your review! I'm really glad you're enjoying my story

Alessandro, Grayson and Violet weren't the only ones willing to help the Prince and his blacksmith to find time together; they had a slew of others in on it. Aurora, who worked in the archives, had come up with some very elaborate and sneaky plans. And somehow they even got Ms.Sarah and Rachel, maids who worked in the castle, helping to cover for the young Prince. It was never for very long, and usually in some junk filled storage room, but over the next month Noah and Phoenix managed to see eac

That night when the castle was quiet Noah climbed out his window and down to the ground. He pulled his dark cloak close and the hood up to cover his face. He had to fight a laugh; they may have locked his door but it was almost scary how easy it was to sneak out. He made his way through the dark and quiet streets, holding tight to the hope in his chest. They hadn't made any plan to meet, but Noah had to see Phoenix. At least one more time. When he reached the low wall of the backfield he sig

Noah didn't think, he just moved. He swung his sword and moved his feet and fought off the attacking bandits. Phoenix clashed swords viciously, taking out as many as fast as he could. He knew he had to trust his Prince had remembered everything he had taught him, but he yearned to turn and protect him. He wished he had more time to train him. He wished he had been paying attention that night and stopped them before he was taken. Phoenix took down another attacker and spun looking for more. Noa

“Son?” Noah, exclaimed. “That is your father?” Phoenix didn’t say anything. His father tooks another step closer, his eyes glued to his son’s. “That is a beautiful sword, almost as beautiful as the Prince’s own. I wonder, has the old blacksmith’s talent grown so much in these past years? Or perhaps, someone else has taken up the art.” Neither boy spoke, the older man took another step forward and Phoenix raised his arm once again. “Why do you fear me my boy? Do you truly believe I would har

That morning the Prince proudly wore his new armour to train with his guard. There were many complimentary remarks, and more than a few surprised faces when they learned the apprentice blacksmith had done the work. Noah was glad knowing most of his guard was going to request the apprentice to make them armor, the work would build him a great reputation and the pay would go far. But at the same time a part of him didn’t want to share his blacksmith with anyone. When he took up his sword in his l

The boys met every night for three weeks and Prince Noah was improving rapidly. Phoenix was impressed. He obviously had the talent, but lacked the direction he needed. He was small for sixteen, but fast. His small frame made his muscle tone deceiving. He had still never managed to beat his new tutor, but it was getting closer. After they trained they sat beneath a tree and shared a meal while they chatted. Along with the improvements in the Prince’s battle skill their friendship was growing stro

The next day Noah returned to the Blacksmith’s shop to check on Phoenix. Er.. rather Phoenix's progress. Unfortunately he didn’t manage to ditch the Guard assigned to babysitting duty today. The Captain's second in command, Lieutenant Landon, had stuck close. Landon questioned him as to why he was returning so soon to the Blacksmith shop, since he had his shield replaced only yesterday. The Young Prince only shrugged in response. He didn’t want anyone to know about the armor until it was ready.

Phoenix thought he was going to die of mortification. He had been so caught up in playing with the sword he almost ran through the Crown Prince. He dropped his sword with a clatter and fell to his knees. "My Lord, my most sincere apologies, I beg your forgiveness. I did not mean to... What I mean is that..." Phoenix stumbled over his words; he dropped his chin to his chest in defeat. "Bloddy hell, I am sorry." The Young Prince laughed. "Relax, Phoenix, I know you were not trying to kill me. I

The matching ceremony was in one month and 18-year-old Phoenix was not excited. Most of the other children he had grown up with were more than ready to find out who their pair bond would be. They had spent the months coming up to it gossiping about who everyone would end up with. The most popular speculation was that he would be paired with Aurora; the librarian’s daughter. Honestly, he couldn’t see why anyone would think that. She was an intellectual and spent all her time reading and learning

Prince Noah and the Blacksmith's Apprentice Phoenix are close friends, and to their dismay that's all they can ever be. But when the Prince goes missing Phoenix will do anything to get his friend back. And he realizes he may never be able to let him go again.

Aww I love their cute little zodiac family!

It didn’t take very long at all for the boys to fall back into their easy routine. Every morning Marc would pick Toni up with a cup of coffee and a pastry treat. The older boy walking his dearest to each class and making sure he ate well every lunch. After school they would meet at Marc’s car. The younger boy would roll his eyes when his boyfriend opened his door for him. Toni stopped worrying about what others thought about their relationship. Stopped caring if it made him look weak. And he fo