D.K. Daniels

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

Some deep stuff here. I wonder who is cutting onions in the kitchen? Anyway, the piece was warming, and packed with emotion. Be that as it may, if the poem is seeking validation from someone you wish you had, or if it’s personal struggles, I hope you are navigating at clear seas now.

The simplest words carry the most weight, and being acknowledged for your values is always rewarding when someone else lets you know you have been doing a somehow decent job in life. Thanks for the honest words

Provoking prose, I am sorry to hear that such events drew you to write this. Again, if it weren’t for life’s troubles none of us would be writing without some experience of these emotions. This piece encapsulated one of my own breakups that was a long distance relationship. 4 years we shared, and then it was over in the blink of an eye. Though the powerful imagery of being alone in this poem is strikingly beautiful. Thank you

Lovely put; I like how you mentioned the diverse need for the coin. Be it, for coffee or needles. Sometimes I often wonder if I am doing more harm than good, by giving a homeless person money sometimes. I kind of followed through with what my mother does, I offer to buy them a meal with anything they want on for instance a subway roll. It’s so sad that many people will have that loose change in the bottom of their pocket and it will never see the light of day.

Lovely bit of reflection. I believe the flow is great, and the message is clear. If I were writing it I’d remove two of the kiss me’s to add more power to the remaining kiss me. Though still, the piece reminded me of my love for an actual physical book

Glad you enjoyed the chapter, I hope I get most things right about American football, here in Ireland we don't play the sport, and I had to learn some of the basic terminologies. I guess I kept it quite simple in that regard. I wanted Max to come back with a bang and I suppose with this action he did. I had something entirely different planned for his showcase, but I just had this random idea so I wrote it without thinking too much about it and I think it turned out the better alternative. Though, I wanted to include a piece about Isaacs dad being lonely and a little worried since his son is spreading his wings. I think over the course of this book the boys have grown a lot, and I hope I have been able to show that. With the last chapter, I hope to be able to drive home the friendship that they have created and leave it open so the boys will continue the friendship long after the conclusion of the book. Thanks for your comment.