D.K. Daniels

Cake; sigh... How did you know I loved Cake. Oh wait, so does that mean I don't get a cake now or does that mean that its a maybe, or not at all.

Awha thanks lol; ah I'll catch pretty quickly. That's great to hear, I was out the snow a lot to at the start; though not for leisure after storm Emma. I live in the countryside so... yeah everwhere was unpassable. We had to dig our way into town with the tractor; then once that was done, we had to help people. Dublin was the quickest to be cleared, meanwhile were still cleaning up the leftover out in the sticks lol. So I guess that was my phone, preparing and cleaning up after the snow for people and shops to be able to get food from outside sources.

Awha well; she is in a foreign land; I'm not sure if the same rule applies to this land but when you cross the border for another country it unethical, when they find out, they most likely send you back or to jail. On top of that word sure does travel fast about a murder; so it's always good to keep to your tippy-toes, don't always trust what you see as gospel truth or word if it is projected. Words only hold so much leverage, its the action I believe in.

Ah, I was referring to the plot development. Though of course for Nessa, shes most likely not thrilled about things getting back on track.

Personally, asylum-seeking means different things to every individual. I don't think just LGBT people are affected by this; unless you live in Russia or one of the war-torn countries. And it's not just the LGBT community conflicted by it. I'm not usually one to debate over religion, politics or money because that's the root of the majority of world problems, but not all. As Charlie Chaplin said, dictators will die, and liberty will never perish. And the land they took from the people, will return to the people.

Awha yay... I'm getting places now lol. And yes the amusing concoctions of creating content when sleep deprived is funny. I remember a while back I was writing a story about a teenager who was the last person on earth; he decides to commit suicide and as he hanging, he believes the world below him is moving, that the burned out cars are driving off under him. Sounds like an impressive shapeshifter. I think everyone wants to be able to throw their head and say "because you're worth it." Me personally, I think it'd make a great Demogorgon; I'd like to scare people for personal amusement. Ah I joke, I'm not that evil. Personally, I guess I'd remain the same, but having the ability would benefit me when I need to do the gritty adventures.

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.

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.

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

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