D.K. Daniels

I believe evil and good coexist, we each adapt according, day by day to favour a little of both. It may not be bad in terms of some terrible thing. Again, that us up to the individual on what their assumption of bad is. However, we have all been there as children, steeling other kids toys, then tying to do good afterward to mend the deed. As we grow older sometimes the actions get louder. Sometimes we can stray down an impressional path... eg. drugs. In my mind you know you are doing bad when you are injecting yourself the first time, possibly the second. Even sometimes there will come a time when you will want to make a change, that will be the good. That is why I have noticed that many hardened men, perhaps in jail care a lot for kids and their own children a great deal. The saying is, no matter how tough you think you maybe, a soft spot will always reside. When people take away the religious pretext and look at us rationally, we both of the option to be good and bad, and compulsion and adrenaline fuels those desires.

Thank you for your words. Abuse is an awful thing and it has history everywhere. The real love is showing the courage and compassion to make a change for someone who's world is dark. I'm not religious at all. On the contrary, I am an atheist. However, just because I am, doesn't mean my characters maybe... all the time. Though true, we so much bad that it's hard to think of someone up in the sky is meaning all good. I think what this story for me was the vulnerability and the ideal of acceptance from a friend who knows life is tough for you.

I am sorry to hear about friend, sadly we have all lost someone to suicide. It has its horrible hooks in all aspects of people lives; I have gone through plenty of suicide watch and it's not easy, even been a victim of depression myself. The best thing anyone can do is find the parts of humanity to stick around for. Sure enough, I would have missed dogs, and music and omg, traveling... my family. Sometimes when you get into that mindset it is hard to get out of it, and I guess I am lucky one to have done so. I agree bullying is a big cause of depression amongst teenagers, but so in peer pressure in the work place. Ironically, if I hadn't been severely bullied when I was younger, I don't think I'd be the same person as I am today. I ended finding the beauty in the most molecule things. There is not truer words that you say when you want to die, you will, if nobody tries to intervene. Often these signs are missed since life gets busy. I guess it is even harder to deal with when it comes directly from a parent. Though as I have learned, a random stranger or familiar face often turns up when you are the lowest, sometimes all you have to do is reach out. Except, this is incredibly hard for someone who has suicidal thoughts to do. I turned all my negative and sad thoughts into something resourceful and I'd encourage anybody who ever is feeling this way to turn to art, it really does help the soul. Music, Art, Creative Writing, Photography - combine it with travel and you have the makings of a new adventure. Thanks for your comment; I hope you are okay. The only thing we can do is be there for those who are feeling down, through thick or thin

Thanks Coach, I glad you enjoyed my story, and got the message I was trying to convey. In this modern world we are often saturated with noise that sometimes it's hard to get through to those who are having difficulty being heard. Sometimes listening is the best action one can do; as many people don't do enough of it anymore, I find lol. Thanks for the comment. I hope you enjoy some of my other stories.

When I hear I made someone cry with what I wrote it is such an empowering thing. Though sad on your end, I am delighted I was able to create such a reaction on your behalf. I hope you enjoyed the story. Thanks for the comment, it made my day

A boys infatuation at a beach turns into self-actualization of ideals when he confronts inner thoughts about his young friend. This story is a short, sweet read for those who wish to relive sweet memories of their childhood.

Sweet short, it reminds me of another story you wrote some time back about a young boy falling in love with a friend from his class in school or perhaps it was the kid across the hall with the locker. No matter what tale you write, you always manage to bring back a nostalgic feeling of youth that we all once lived through. Thanks for the nice read, yet again

If you like candy and perhaps plenty of cavities this story is for you. Overall, a lovely short read about a young boy and father at the mall picking out new clothes. However, the dad recognizes his sons' anxiousness and pent up infatuation as he learns new aspects about his son, and reflects on them. Well worth a read

A beautiful tale regarding a boy's first-time infatuation. Something every human being can relate to, but for us gays, this is/was an everyday occurrence when we were not out. I remember a time when I so badly wanted to buy a Justin Bieber poster, I know... WHAT WAS I THINKING! The talk I had to work through to evade my parent's questionable motives was just as amusing. Still, this brought back some sweet memories. The segment where the two boys smiled at each other across the clothing rack... awww... young love, it's a precious thing. Thanks for the read Comicality

Sad story; the honesty of the protagonist is what gives this piece its power. I enjoyed the presentation of this hard-hitting topic. If the story is regarding a personal experience. I hope life is better.

A heavy short story about sexual abuse. Well written, atmospheric and good distinctive voice. Well worth a read.

There is some logic to the statement act youthful, and you'll remain young. Act old and you'll become old metaphorically speaking. I have never felt my age growing up, I always felt as if I were years ahead of my peers and that just made me feel old. I have been saying to my boyfriend a lot lately, we are getting older, not old, but I can feel the youthful vigor of my teenage years slipping away now into the nothingness since I am 23 now. I know I am still young and considered, though sometimes everyone ponders on the notion if only for a day we could return to when we were young that would be cool. Hey, that would make a cool story... like the opposite of Big lol.

Yes, his music is beautiful. The guy expresses an abundance of emotion through his music and I guess that is why I latched onto his melodies. I have been to see him live, he is great live, I'd recommend it

Thanks for not bailing. I'll be honest here, and it is probably not the best thing coming from the writer of the story, but I understand what you mean by the sage. Somewhere in about 40k words, I began to feel myself dragging in the story as there is not a lot to do with the vision I set out with, and the scope I was willing to go with. At times I did have a difficult job telling who was who, and I hope to combat this issue as I have just finished my heavy round of editing. My wish is to let future readers of the story view the book and not feel as lost in the novel as I and some others have been. I am delighted that you got to an emotional level with the guys and connected with them. It really makes my day that you were able to connect with something I have written, it lets me know I am not completely useless at portraying emotions lol.

It a peace in my mind that I gave the story some justice with the ending I choose. For some time as I was nearing the end, my internal voice kept announcing... "I need to end it, but I haven't got an ending." Perhaps I rushed the last couple of chapters to close the story, but for me, the story was begging to stale after 8 months. I had to finish it or it would have never been completed. Although that's not the say I didn't enjoy writing the story, I did, it's just after a while the shiny penny idea wears off. It is possible in the future, I will return with a little update for people to see how the boys turned, though I think for me this story has been closed in my heart and I don't think I'd expand much on it if I did add to it. Thanks for the comment

I am glad that the two tried to hold out for as long as they could with not giving letting each other their names until toward the end of the story. From the get-go I didn't want the story to be about all other peoples dramas and mishaps that surrounded the boys, I just wanted a small window of the lad's lives to be placed on show, and the bond they grow when you strip everything back to the foundations to do with communications. The part at the end about Issac mentioning the letter being read was me acknowledging the reader... breaking the fourth wall... just a little to hammer home the relationship status that many people have asked lol. Thanks for all the time and patience

Thank you Chuffed the ending lived up to the rest of the story

Thank you so much for sticking with me throughout the story. I know Max and Isaac would be happy

Thanks, I am delighted you enjoyed the ending. Sometimes it is incredibly difficult to close a novel, as it can go on and on. I found it a little harder in this case since with pen-pals the talking could just keep going on and on. Glad I was able to pass a couple of hours with you

Lol, Why Ooooooooh?

To Isaac, Wow, what a dick move; I'm kidding, of course. I'm smiling at the letter right now while I am writing this and it's weird comprehending that you have a name other than Sherlock. Not to be mean or anything, although I didn't think you'd have a name like Isaac. Isaac is a nice name. I don't know what I must have been expecting. However, I have this warm sensation in my chest, and it makes me feel like I recognize you a whole lot better now that I know your name. I have no reason

Those Days D.K. Daniels I miss those days. The days of childlike wonder, impermeable fear and mystic joy. When the air smelt humid and felt clammy. The sun burning at my nape and when my hair was as hot as a hob. The exquisite thrill of a chase, and fuelled primarily from fries and a burger. When Santa Clause was real; when the tooth fairy gave gifts, and the Easter bunny dropped off chocolate. Halloween was so much more, and back to school meant early shivering starts

Youth passes by alarmingly, and for most people, the simple days of childlike wonder are a flood of nostalgia. At a certain age, we all reflect back on our growing up experiences and wish for some of the good old times... this is some of mine, but many can relate as the desire to be young again, sometimes, is one and it's own.

Thanks for the comment and both the wow... they are equally as awesome. I am delighted the story has captivated you, I had a good time telling the story, though now its onto the next lol. This chapter, however, I am proud of... so I am glad that many people liked it

I don’t know about you, but I got a sense of time slipping away. Perhaps it’s the love you felt, having to get dressed and be apart from a loved one from the day that’s the emphasis of this lyrical piece. Thanks for the words