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no - I'm thinking of misplaced references. sorry.... too many things in my head.
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a child stealing a car - working with police and "city hall" - - I can see it driving a guy to wanting escape. But --- maybe I didn't cover enough in earlier chapters . . .
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There is nothing I hate more than shopping. Maybe because of my aversion to crowds – all I know is I don’t care for it. Unfortunately, I also like to eat. So that desire to feed myself had me out, even on a cold, wintery afternoon, at my ‘favorite’ (that is, nearest) supermarket. I had barely begun my scrounging when a friendly, familiar voice broke through my reverie. “Paul?” Hearing her voice brought a smile to my face. I hadn’t seen Cheryl since Annie’s memorial, in fact she was
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Stefano stood beside Zarchos on the island ferry landing, stroking the horse's neck as he gazed at the homes and shops of Atterstock. His peace in his features belied his mental conflict over his decision. Calling on the Falows without Gerik’s knowledge was a thin tightrope, easily snapped and dangerously simple to be misunderstood. He was brought from his reverie by the bargemaster’s voice. “My lord, will you be going across? My lord? Sir, can I help you something?” Stefano shook his h
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Chapter 1 Michael and Me
MericCotton commented on Mikiesboy's story chapter in Chapter 1 Michael and Me
YAY - one that only partly made me cry Beautiful story - well told. AWESOME write. -
And Remember I Love You
MericCotton commented on Mikiesboy's story chapter in And Remember I Love You
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I've had the feeling for some time it would come to this. Artie's mother left him to his uncle - that should carry a lot of weight. I'm half expecting there to be accusations that "the uncle seduced the nephew and 'turned' him gay" ... SIGH sometimes you gotta hate birth-families. But I absolutely love this story! .... a shame Adam can't adopt Artie before court date ...
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tis true - but now the question is what will his conscious do when it catches up?
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Speaking as a funny, older guy - that's always nice to hear, LOL!
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Thanks - he is easy to write - strong character and I love his wit and sense of humor.
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It only took ninety minutes before I was a jumbled mass of tired, aching muscles. I finished with the stair climber and headed across the room to find Jerod at the free weights. He had stripped off his shirt; sweat glistened like dew on his chest and abs. I admired his regulated breathing; the pulse of his arm muscles as he raised and lowered the bar. The man had always taken good care of himself from the days of college when we played rugby. Other than the slight greying at his temples, you wou
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Nice solid start.
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Captivating story!
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Why am I afraid Dewberry has gone further? Or one of his lackeys has?? Awesome reading - but you're worse (or better?) with the cliff-hanger endings than I am!
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Thank you all - this is my second attempt at writing --- hope it continues to please!
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They say life goes on, whether we're ready for it or not. As spring moved to summer and summer slid into autumn, I started to look at the world through much duller eyes. My children saw it; the world saw it. Even I noticed, the few times I bothered to shave and look in a mirror. Lifeless eyes in a face painted with sorrow. In his inimitable fashion, Jerod came to my rescue. "You have to get out". I looked across the table at him and idly scratched the stubble on my face. "Huh?"
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Annie and I had been married twenty-four years, three months, twelve days, and fifteen hours. Then, one cold, misty evening, just after sundown, a dead truck driver shattered my reason for living. Yes, dead truck driver. At least that's what the coroner's office reported. Driving down Central Avenue, the business loop through town, fifty-six year old Jarl Kipelsky had a fatal heart attack. Without a driver, his semi crossd the meridian and collided head-on with a forest-green Saturn Astra,
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Can life start again after losing the person you expected to be your partner for life?
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Late the following night, Stefano walked in meandering circles around the grassy glen, staring at the blades of grass so recently bent under the weight of a wagon. The scent of autumn hung heavy in the air, accentuating the red and yellow highlights of the deciduous trees. Frustration carved a deep depression in his forehead; his normally ebony eyes had a crimson cast. “He was here, you can see he was here. But not now. Where has he gone? Why does he avoid me? Or avoid Viktor? I can understand h
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story has good momentum - captivated by the plot. you have solid characters - each of them very true to who you've set them to be, I'm definitely enjoying your story, though it hurts sometimes when it gets close to home. guess that's the sign of good writing
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Thanks. These 2 guys have never had it easy ....
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“He is wolven. You can have nothing to do with him.” Vargon glared at his chylde, his eyes ablaze with anger. “By the Fates, you are Prince!” Stefano fought to contain his kindred anger. “You have a friend that is wolven. You stated it yourself. She was your friend even while you were Prince.” Stefano sipped his bloodwyne, watching Vargon over the rim of his glass with hooded eyes. “How is that so different?” “She maintains her mortal form except during wolfmoon. You told me yourself t
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When Past Becomes Present
MericCotton commented on MericCotton's story chapter in When Past Becomes Present
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To his credit, Vargon listened to Stefano’s narration of the evening’s events without interjection. However, once his chylde had finished, he sat forward on the settee. Odessa remained silent as she sat beside him. “While you have covered facts well, I find details greatly lacking. I hope you had no immediate plans, I intend to have my questions answered. This night.” “Of course, Sire. I am just going to refresh my glass.” “I’ll get it, love.” Gerik offered. He took everyone’s empty
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