D.K. Daniels

I was expecting it to be huge; so I guess I was heading in the right direction. Now, all we need is a floating city; like in Bioshock. So at least we have an idea of what the city would look like. Hey, that would be a good image to capture, Nessa, leaving the forest behind and nothing but dunes in-between her and a majestic city. Ah, so it is kind of like; oh I made it to the city sort of deal.

Awha sorry I have been meaning to catch up, but with a huge blizzard falling in Ireland as well as my own writing; it boils down to time constraints. And yes she is changing even if she doesn't realize it yet.

That was way lighter than I was expecting. Murder is still murder to Nessa, the guilt is beginning to sink in. At least someone is entertaining the idea of being innocent, then again how can we be sure it's not a ruse for her to swoop to their level, to trust them and when she does that's when they pounce.

Interesting arise of events; things seem to be getting on track. I like the idea of the hospital bed, it something that is quite real depending on the individual. It appears as if some serious stuff is about to transpire.

Ah perhaps I was right; the shapeshifter Mr. Stranger ditched her. Only to possibly resurface in later entries. Ah, cool outcome on the interpretation and asylum seekers who never have their voice listen to.

Nice of the stranger to do so; I cant see this going three ways. She wakes up strapped to a surgical table for experiments. He takes her home; he is gentle, he gives her a place to stay until she gets on her feet. Lastly, he could just ditch Nessa at the hospital, never to be seen again lol. Though yes writing and falling asleep is a little hmm... she has some mental ability I tell you that; I know once I'm done for the day I'm done. Secretly I think he all want to be a shapeshifter; Imagine the kind of beauties you'd be able to pull.

Leaving her home is a big milestone. I guarantee she has never seen a city on the scale of the ones in Daisen. For some reason its something I'd expect to find in Final Fantasy; colossal ostentatious buildings, and a lot of brutal sadness going on in the background. Nice way of contemplating; that she'd rather die with the trees than dying in a foreign land.

It seems like the world is beginning to change for Nessa. The darkness is descending and all she can do is run from it.

Awha, nothing too bad I hope lol.

Today is my birthday; though I have no home nor family to celebrate it with. Today I turn eleven years old, I become a man. Today, rebels will bomb yet another school. Yesterday; I held my first gun. Today is the day; I fired that gun. Yesterday was the first time I shot at someone. Today is the first time; I killed someone. Tomorrow will be the first time I snort brown-brown. Today I feel invincible. Yesterday we lost territory. Today is the day

@Potterslashfan; thanks for sticking with the story all the way through. Yes, most boys don't project their emotions freely when in times of distress. Very rarely it is experienced, you may experience anger quicker from a teenage boy or hatred first before sadness. It is dangerous that men or boys, in general, are considered to just get back up and carry on regardless of what way their feeling. Though I do think times are changing and matters such as this are more fluid. Though given; I'd say most of the births after 2000 are on the soft side when it comes to emotions, so naturally we have shut ourselves away, but on the offset, we have opened ourselves up with communication through less concrete ways of progress such as face to face interaction: replaced by social networking.

Thank you very much @Potterslashfan ; I am grateful that you have commented, and above all that the story has resulted in an emotional response on your behalf. It is a charged story for sure; I think I was determined to tell the sadness a loss brings. Of course, a loss is devastating for most people, but most kids don't talk about it; its usually buttered up by adults.

A room is all I need. A bland room with white walls, black marble floors and a canvas on each of the walls to ponder on. In the center of the room, however, I want a black seat, and on this seat, I will sit, I will wait and contemplate. No longer do the white walls hold any sentimental value because the hurricane flustering around my chair is now my white wall. No polished exterior, vibrant watercolors or ostentatious show of character can come close to the longing of wanting to understand

This is a collection of short stories, flash fiction, poems, and whatnot. Some may have touches of humor, others not so much, while others speak the truth. I will cover many grounds, each with a taste for a new world and premise.

Thank you @JeffreyL; I wanted to write about a teenager who feels lost, and not have it about his sexuality. As to how the letters came about I never put much thought into that. I guess it was just his way of coping. So in a way, I guess it was something he decided to do on his own.

Thank you for sticking with me to the end @Karl 1960 , I am delighted that my story was able to move you. It moved me at the time I was telling it so I guess the emotion came through.

@mayday Thank you so much for your comment; Yes I tried to keep the story as innocent as possible, but immerse it in a deep sadness, to long for someone. I enjoyed writing this story, It made me contemplate how special the people around me are in my life. Thanks for taking the time for reading the story, the last two chapters are now live

Ryan. I'll call you Ryan like I always did. I spoke with Taylor today; he has changed so much. His voice has gotten deeper; he has pimples, and his hair has gotten longer, and above all, he's taller than me now. He was asking how I was doing. How I was settling in, and for the most part, I told him I was enjoying it. Well, school is okay… it would be a lot better, of course, sharing my experiences with you. He was all friendly and sweet about the situation, though out of nowhere he told me he wa

Dear Ryan, I went to see the movie on my own… It was everything you described. I just knew you’d be smiling so hard and proper hyper if you saw it. Man, they tracked down the villain to his lavish mansion on Torc Island. There was this awesome battle scene with Crazy Johnny. He had all this cool machinery attached to his armour, and he blasted through the front gates after landing at the docks on Torc Island. He destroyed everything in his path. There were so many explosions and action; aww… Man

Dear Ryan, did I mention in my last letter I am playing in the school band? I'm not sure how I did it because I didn't even apply for the thing, but Ms Watson searched me out at Lunch period and congratulated me on making the team. I'm not sure if she was more begging me to consider coming back this year. I don’t know why, but I sorta caved and agreed for some reason. I have no idea why I did that before having all the facts. I guess having a distraction could help. I’m feeling genuinely better

Thank you @Crazyd1965, I am thrilled that you are becoming emotionally attached to the story. I was a little emotional also after I finished writing this story. The next chapter should go live around 3 pm Greenwich Time. Please stick around for me

Thank you @mayday, I am glad that you liked my first chapter. This story is a already completed on IOMfAtS; and I’m only know uploading it here. It’s great to bring it to gayauthors. I hope you enjoy the coming chapters.

A World Between D.K. Daniels Dear Ryan, I am sorry I haven't written in over a week. The new school term has proven to be quite demanding. I didn't expect to be run off my feet, but this is almost unlike any year we have experienced yet. The teachers are friendly enough, but I prefer our old tutors, they were badass. Still, I have to say there is this Science teacher called Mr. Donoghue and for some unknown reason I think you would have found a new friend in him; he’s funny and quick w

A World Between D.K. Daniels Dear Ryan, I’m not sure how it is up there, but I am sure shitty down here. I'm sorry I haven't written to you in a while, but I have been too sad to write of late. My sister Rebecca told me the other day that I should stop writing to you because it's a waste of time. You can imagine how disappointed I was with her, angered even. What does she know, she doesn’t understand the things we went through together? Brothers we are, well almost, not that we

Jake has never been a quiet boy from afar. However, the recent death of a loved one has left his life in turmoil. Follow along as he comes to terms with the turbulent after effects; which he believes is rightly his fault. Discover the subsequent conclusions of a sad and lonely boy through a series of ten letters he has written; acknowledging his pent-up misery and confusion of a tragic loss.