D.K. Daniels

Day #28 Matias turned up on time, rang the doorbell, and I could feel the excitement in his voice from the intercom. “You ready?” Matias asked. I have no idea why, but I nodded to the intercom as if when he looked up from the street, he'd be able to see through the walls. I grabbed my shit and scrambled down the stairs so fast. Some of that excitement rubbed off on me, and by the time I got to the ground floor, I felt sick. Exiting the building was a different

Day 27 Work was slow most of the day, but I'm not complaining. I spent my day on the cheap cellphone I bought the other day. I even went as far as to sign back into my old Facebook account and look around for Matias using the search feature. I put Amy's last name, but I never found any results. Not long after I had fired back up my old life, a message came flooding through on the chat. It was from my father, and my stomach coiled with the tension of knowing it was him before I open t

Congrats Here in Ireland, it's looking that I'll receive my first jab by August... or eventually. We are still only in the 45-50 bracket. It's so slow.

Kyle gets a break soon. I promise. It will be at the end of the book lol. Or will it? Hmm... I'm not sure. Though Isaac is just this kid in a wheelchair. The same kid from You & I; if you have read my book You & I.

Good observation; I have touched on this a little bit later in the story. It's like when you get something new; there's a mystical aura to it, then reality sets in. I hope did it justice. Enjoy the story

Day 25 Work was slow, but in all, I enjoyed it. Nothing fascinating happened, though I did have a moment when I forgot how to open the register when I served a customer. However, the biggest bulk of my day began when I left work. I changed out my work gear, stopped by the clock in deposit, and made sure to sign out. When I walked through the double door into the parking lot, Matias sat on a bollard directly in front of the entrance, clear as day so I wouldn't miss him when I came out

Usually, I jot down the big beats of a story, then plot out the scenes. Yet, sometimes when moments are not working for me, I tend to get my partner to act the set out with me. Plus, asking for feedback from people you trust can open up doors. It's not always the type of stuff you wish to hear, but it can help unstick a problem. My mother and boyfriend have said stuff that has helped me out. Stuff that I would have never thought of myself. When that doesn't work, I tend to go back to basics; ripping scenes apart, creating a mood or vision board to feel for the environment. Often what I find is; when I try to control a story, it gets stuck for me on occasion. I follow my outline, and when something new comes along, I let it unravel naturally, then join back in with the plotting notes if I can. If all else fails, I take a break. I tend to refrain from starting another story, as I don't want more projects open. I already have enough. I usually work on world-building, editing, or plotting other projects when I can't do much of anything.

I figured you'd get back to me when you had the time. Considering all the hectic activity you've been going about. I'll be on the lookout so

I wish you a speedy recovery. I know what you mean; these days the slightest clearing of the throat as people at panic.

Thanks for commenting; and yeah, the world is a scary place right now.

Madness & Mayhem. This world is divided. The beauty it offers is riddled with repulsive beings basking in manure with abhorrent charlatans and mindless jesters. It will drive you stark raving mad. The unhinged are the fallen warriors of a system with a scupper in the keel. Abstract awareness is criminal, and those who are awake are waning. The world needs a head doctor... me, I just need a sturdy desk and some time alone to pound out the madness.

Day 19 - Thursday I’ve been thinking about Matias since out date… I mean, it was a date, right? It felt like Matias was trying to impress me, and isn’t that the definition of a date…? To attract a viable co-partner. Just, I haven’t heard from him since that night. I really enjoyed it, and I wonder if I left my mark. Should I have kissed him? It too early, right? I could have totally weirded him out if I took an unexpected move. Though maybe that’s what Matias was waiting for… Do you

Day 17 Today was different. I'll get to the whole Matias thing, but first, I want to talk about Amy. The two of us were paired up today and worked with each other all day long. I like Amy; she is sweet and caring and takes a genuine interest in her colleagues. Yet, I don't think this Latina is the type of person to invite strangers into her home without knowing anything about them. It made me wonder all morning long about what Matias said. How she persuaded him to befriend me, but it

Day 16 I've been thinking since yesterday; how stupid I might have been to borrow money from Mr. Salvatore. I feel like the discussion we had in his office might lead to trouble at a later date. I couldn't even pay Doug off without having to resort to borrowing money. I settled with Doug, and he accepted the cash without any questions, though he did look at me a little funny. I think he expected me to do it digitally through a bank transaction, but he still accepted the crummy bills.

I guess we'll have to wait and find out to see what happens. Lets hope its nothing too serious.

Me thinks so too, it can't end well... that's all I know. Thanks for commenting

Day 15. I’ve thought about it all day. Well, while I was at work. I spoke with Lee, and he was pretty sure that the pawnshop guy ripped me off. I'm inclined to believe him, and I was wishing to gain more money for selling it too. Not to mention my paycheck; I'm a bit hurt with the salary I received. I've been busting my ass for the past week, and all I got is a measly $300. I burned through all the money I saved in such a short time. So how do people live on this shit? Even if I gave

Day 14. Work flew by today, but I don’t have much to say about it. Oh, I got my staff uniform; and it fits perfectly. So, I am an official employee at Organico now after today. I'm pretty happy with how everything is going lately. Plus, I got to see that boy again after work. Get this, I left the building, and as I was walking toward the parking lot exit, I noticed Amy. She crossed the small road in front of the store and got into a car parked by the entrance. The boy who looked for

Thats all we can hope for, but I don't plan on letting things settle in this story

Sorry I knackard you out, it was in the best interests of the plot. Yeah, I figured I didn't need to show Matthew going to therapy, I assumed that if I just hinted at it, folks would put the rest to it. Sometimes loyalty can cloud your judgement, and although Jonah switched sides at the end, it took him too long. Some teenagers might not be as strong or as stable as Matthew. Suicide is sad, but so is walking into a school with a machine gun. I don't condone either acts, but there is always something worse that can be brought to the table. Thanks for reading my story, and I hope it can bring some insight to few people out in the world.

Many kids who are in the same situation make it out of it, but not all, that's the sad reality. Many things can be solved with simple communication, and I'm kind of glad it work out that way, Matt getting the help he needs. Sometimes, I take the back seat when writing stories, and it just comes out the way it does without me judging it. I'd glad I listened to my editor about altering the ending. The ending originally ended with Matt dying, but it worked out better with this outcome. Thanks for reading and commenting.

Day 13. I got paired with Amy again before lunch. We were setting up some stands for a demonstration to do with dogs. The company is launching a new category of grooming accessories for our four-legged friends, and it needed to be set up pronto. The big day is tomorrow, so everything was hands-on. There are still a few bits to do, and I'm not looking forward to it. The good news is Angela didn't bug me today; she kept her distance. I guess I showed her, huh? Okay, maybe that was a bi

I legitimately cried ugly the final block to my house. I mean, what was the point anymore. Jonah said those words to me. He was the only thing in my life that brought the sunshine to school. Mom tried her best, but I worried she'd get too upset. Entering the house, I kicked off my shoes at the bottom of the stairs, then dropped my backpack by the newel post. I sat for a few minutes looking at my wounds, wondering if they'd get infected, then I began to pick at the scrapes with my fingernail

Day 12. I got up this morning with no intention of cycling; it was dark, gloomy, and rainy. It wasn't a great start to the day, but I had to peddle to work since I am in a dire situation. I got soaked by the time I got there, and I had to change my clothes, so the wet clothes didn't soak in. An ammonia is the last thing I need right now, and to top it off, Angela made a big deal out of me traipsing with my wet shoes all over the locker room. Just I didn't let her demeaning rant get m

@weinerdog @chris191070 - I love it when folks try to decode the meaning of my stories. It's rewarding in itself to see people taking an active approach to what are the character motivations. You are right Chris, things have gotten drastically worse, and from now, that is the reason why I had discussions with my editor concerning the ending. And maybe Weinerdog's onto something.... maybe Jonah was putting up a front. I wonder what's going to happen next... if only I had access to the authors brain 😂.