D.K. Daniels

You will be happy to know that I opened the story up for further expansion, thanks for the comment

Awha; thanks OzLoGo, its great to see a familiar person having a go at one of my other works. I haven't completely made up my mind with this one; I consider it complete but if people like it I might write the date and conclude it at that. I have a writing challenge going, personally to myself. The prompt was Dance, so I decided to write about a dance, but not have it about a dance lol. As to real life experiences, I draw inspiration from some real events from my past. I reuse peoples personalities and adapt things I see and hear into a story if I see the need to use them. However most of the time I create it on the spot. I was an awkward kid, I never went to a dance or teen disco in all my years, I guess I am writing the things I wish I had had the privilege to try but never tried. You are correct about being in touch with my feelings, emotions, and whatnot. I embrace all the moods as something wonderful comes with each. I know most people would look down at me when I say something wonderful comes from sadness, but many of the greatest content has been written in times when people have been in distress. Not that I'm in distress, but being able to experience some of the emotions I have never felt, I simply put myself in the shoes of the character.

Thanks lol; Yeah it may be short, but that's all I had in my mind. I pictured it as a short and nothing more. I assume I could writing something like it as a serial, who noses lol.

Jacob has a bad dose of jitters. He has conspired with the help of his best friend Sophia to cover for him. The reason as to all the secrecy is, of course, Jacobs growing interest in a shy, cute boy from the same homeroom as him in school. Sophia and Jacob pick the perfect night to unravel such a plan. The 8th-grade dance; and Jacobs first dance at that too. He is dressed to impress; lets hope he makes an impression for the boy he is longing to meet.

Hands clammy; heart hammering irregularly, and a cold sweat on the horizon, I feverously contemplate while maintaining eye contact with my reflection in the mirror if this was indeed a safe idea. I mean, how will I know if I’m doing it correct… what if he laughs at me. God-forbid what’d happen if I trample all over his toes by mistake. I pray to god that I don’t get a boner. Forget it… let’s hope that that doesn’t happen and that my plan works. I suppose I look good… are my clothes sitting r

Branjka seems like a character I could get behind. A normal person with problems in an ever-changing world. I hope her new home is at least somewhat nice and so are the people. It would suck having to take shelter for god knows how long and being uncomfortable with people who don't want to have you around. Let's hope that that does not happen to Nessa. Though living in a city with no green; nope. I'd never cope... I'd be heading in another direction altogether. I need green in my life.

When the sun seems to be coming out another colony decides to detach in the toilet. The nurses should really sort out their priorities; fairies don't eat meat; how hard is it to bring Nessa a fruit-salad. I can relate to not wanting to leave a place that you have considered safe because it gives you peace of mind; I hope that were Nessa goes that she finds her peace, though I believe that is going to be a long road from here. Also, I have never said anything about the changing diary names but that is still a quirky thing; it's like Nessa mind can't settle on a proper name so she names it everything that comes to mind.

Well as bad as asylum-seeking sounds it turns out to be in favour for Nessa. Perhaps she will meet a couple of like-minded fairies and magical creatures that will help her along. Eventually their bonds will grow and they will feel like family; then, in the end, they all face the Demon 'Boss' Lord when the time comes.

I think you mentioned it enough, but for one more time "Disgusting. Absolutely disgusting behaviour from the demon officer which we perhaps promote." I was surmising as I was reading that maybe the bad guy turns out to be something beneficial in the long run and, though I hope she gets over her upset stomach soon enough it is still being mentioned.

Well, I'd be out of that hospital bed in a flash and pushing the bed; and all the medical cabinets before adding a fine addition of a plant pot with a little green leaf to the top of the heap for decoration if I saw a demon with horns at my hospital door. Though yes good question why would a does the Demon Lord in the underworld want Nessa so bad. Something big is coming; like winter in the Game Of Thrones; only we have to wait 8 seasons lol.

I knew her stepdad was involved somehow. Though you don't just do it for the sake of it; I wonder what his motive was for trading places with the loyal to the unworthy. There is some funny phrasing in there; especially the opening monologue with her talking about her regulative state on the toilet. I found that humorous.

Indeed interesting tense within. I have never been one to be able to immerse myself in a story written in present tense; though this seems different. I shall return to see where the story wanders in-between my hectic writing schedule lol. Keep you the good work

Thanks for the kind words; and yes good oral healthcare is a must. You only get one pair of teeth lok 🤪

Thanks for the kind words. I enjoyed taking a break from serious writing to craft a sweet tale about a traditional holiday celebrated in my country. I mainly write American or English settings, so it was nice to change it up.

Intriguing start. I look forward reading more. The scene felt as if it were living a breathing, excellent job.

@BlindAmbition; thank-thank you so much. I am grateful for the comment. I wanted to tell something a little different; figuring I write about everything else I might as well write about our own holiday since I have never done it before. That's great to hear; Irish people are awesome

Thank you so much for the kind words @chris191070 , I am glad that you enjoyed my representation of a first kiss on St Patricks Day.

Thanks, @BHopper2; I am delighted that you liked it. Thanks for the comment and review.

For young Jack; St Patricks Day is a proud day to admire being Irish. Although his first kiss on St. Patricks day from his best friend is perhaps something more worthwhile celebrating. For him, Darragh his friend, a beautiful blue-eyed ginger, the two share a moment that neither of them will ever forget.

Kiss Me, I’M Irish From Kiss Me, I’m Irish (Part 1) D.K. Daniels Darragh sat quietly and attentively. Every so often, his absent expression conjured up into a radiant smile. I had ceased cracking jokes; his undivided attention needed to be with the face painter. There was still that giddy, flutter like energy roaming in the air. It's not entirely because it’s St. Patrick's Day, but perhaps it's because at 14 he's getting his face painted. Nothing too fancy just a couple of shamroc

I assumed where the chapter was going; though you did it with a bang I tell you that much. The word flow is so simple but packs a punch on what is happing to Nessa. It is quite sad to see that with everything innocent, beautiful and happy around that something of this nature happens behind closed doors all the time, without as much as anyone batting an eyelid. This could be the plausible reason for murder, self-defence. If I understood this correctly then I can understand what perhaps had transpired to amount to his death.

This entry has a certain nostalgia about it; it captures to me the sadness of New Years when someone is sad and forced to watch everyone so darn happy or the sadness of a pleasant memory all wrapped in one. I see you worked the part about not being born with the supposed male or female bit; another great chapter James

What a solid representation of two boys testing the waters. I guess we all start somewhere; regardless if it is a boy or a girl. The thrill of actually kissing is enough to arouse most teenagers at that age because everything is new to them. There's a possibility the both of them will turn out straight; it often happens, though knowing your stories Comicality, the protagonist will turn out gay. I guess that would be equivalent to a kick in nuts to a closeted teenager, though that doesn't stop them from experimenting. Keep up the awesomeness :)

Awha I love the countryside. It is a little quiet sometimes but I don't mind that all that much. I wouldn't go back to a city, I lived in Dublin and moved out and its the best experience I have ever had. I feel so free being in the countryside. Being close enough to a large town is decent thinking, but It is a lot better than Dublin. Not that I don't love Dublin, I love it all the same but In a different retrospect. I to share a similar dream, to move to Norway, Sweeden or Iceland; to at least own a vacation house would be enough.

Ah, there will come a day when all of this will be like lifting a pen to write your name, or type it or say or just think perhaps. And yeah same to you... I'll get around to finishing the rest of the story later on.