He left Duke? Well I guess we can safely say this story is based somewhere around North Carolina??? I think there's been a few stories of mine written in North Carolina for some reason. Shadows and TBY apparently was also based in North Carolina... and I think Are You Christian?
I'm not even from effing North Carolina... I've only been to that state a grand total of one time... and it was due to an alternative route going elsewhere.
He most certainly will not be! 😮 Sigh, sports balls. The story I started titled Ellis doesn't have sports balls either. Maybe since you're reading my early works and scaring the hell out of me I'll be pushed to start that... or other things. I do have other things, as you know... to think on. If this is an attempt to dangle something else more shiny in front of you, then your mission may be accomplished... just give me time!
And I'm still entirely in the dark. I may stay that way, I am very hard on my earlier works. If I try to linger here very long then I get weighed down by wanting to heavily edit, rewrite, delete it... and I lose motivation for other things.
I wish I knew. I don't have time to cringe my way through this story to find out. I remember nothing about it. I do know people absolutely hated how I ended this story, so much so that I wrote an "alternative" version because I was scared I made everyone mad at me... it was back in my younger, softer days.
Now I'm just a stone cold meanie.
Oh no... well you can't troll me too hard, because I remember nothing about this story other than how roughly written it was. Be gentle with my teenage years of writing... pretty pretty pretty please.
I'll be curious to see if you get all the way through this story though... and I don't know why you'd want your friends to suffer alongside you either. Some friend you are...
“Joel, you have to get on out of here,” Celia said as she swatted me on the shoulder as she hurried by. She woke me up earlier than I would have on any given Saturday morning. I was a few bites into a sausage biscuit that she placed in front of me. Holding it in my hand, I watched her clear my plate and glass of water away. I was already dressed for the morning, despite not wanting to be awake right now.
“Can’t I just go back to bed,” I grunted leaning against the island resting both my elb
We have him back! Yes!
Oh gosh... I did double up on the at least. I do that a lot. Must be the rambling southern in me. We ramble so much that we forget what we said at the start of our rambles.
I feel blessed that I've made my mark in your story, 'Frosted Hearts.' I just wished it didn't have anything to do with a butthole.
I am always so lost here, unless I am replying real time. If I see a quoted comment that I know I didn't respond to myself... I'm like.. where the eff is it? And I have to go back and look... forward and look...
But.. yeah.. the trade-off is conversations, jokes, cheeks, and such, so I'll take it.
There are sections of every state that are "flat" even Western Kentucky, Tennessee, Eastern Missouri, Southern Indiana, etc all would fit. Georgia, Mississippi, Northern Texas, Oklahoma, New Mexico...
I wouldn't worry about it too much. There's no mention of oceans anywhere near them, so... food for thought.
I hate that I looked a every new page that I came to just to see if you managed to be the first post on that page. Of course I was thinking... if he keeps this streak up, they'll be no living with him. If that helps.