Sam Wyer
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I'm loving this - and also realising that I really need to up my game! Keep up the good work. Please
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A great start, can't wait for more.
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Thanks very much!
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Thanks guys! Cal is my favourite character I've written (you'll get to meet some more as soon as I get around to putting them up on the site) but I always worry I haven't done him justice.
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I'm liking this a lot More please. Although yeah, I know, it takes time and effort, but please keep it coming.
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By the time I got across to Davey's it was almost 8.30pm. A lot later than I had originally hoped, the party started an hour and a half ago. I tried the door and it was unlocked, so I walked in. I guess there was around 30 or 40 people there, I didn't count them exactly, but it was busy. I looked in to the lounge and kitchen, and didn't see anyone I recognised. Not that I really expected to, as I'd only met three of his friends so far. But I was wondering where Davey was. I went in to his
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The walk back to Davey's place was mostly silent and thankfully short. As soon as he opened the door Scarlett was running towards us. Fuck, I'd almost forgotten about her. But she wasn't really interested in me. "Go and sit down Cal, I'll have to get Scarlett some food." I did as Davey suggested and walked in to the lounge. Fuck me. It was massive. A big L-shaped room, with glass doors all down one side leading out to the deck and garden. I sat at one end of a sofa, there were
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It's dark when I wake up. I can't really work out if it's early or late because the soft light kind of looks the same at both ends of the day, so I glance down to the floor to check my alarm clock. Several things happen at once. My alarm clock isn't there, just murky blackness. That kind of makes more sense to me by the time I've finished realising that this isn't my bed. But - Oh. My. Fucking. Hell. I hurt. Everywhere. In places I didn't even know I had. I collapse back into the bed, gr
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Hey guys - thanks for the comments, it's great to get feedback, especially at such an early point in the story. I think "interesting and disturbing" is a good summary, and I hope you enjoy getting to know him more.
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I may as well be honest from the very beginning - my life is pretty fucked up right now. I’m 19 years old, I live in a bedsit, I have no job, and no legitimate income. Well, not what anyone would call a ‘real’ job. I’m 5’5” and weigh in at 110. Kinda small, but not skinny, I work out plenty, running mostly. If what I did counted as an ‘occupation’ then I guess running might be seen as an ‘occupational hazard’. Ha ha - I’m just so fucking funny sometimes. My cropped black hair and blue eye
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Just your usual love story, with a slightly less than usual guy. Thanks to Parker Owens for the quote.
