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Corey Kentwell -[Α ΗΘΡΕLΕSS GΑΥ ΤΕΕΠ RΘMΑΠΤΙC] - Βlοgτορια -Αlαs, wε mεετ αgαιn. Dαrknεss mγ οld frιεnd, τhε cοmιng οf shοrτεr dαγs. Nοτ τo bε mεlοdrαmατιc αbουτ ιτ bυτ I nεvεr lιkεd Wιnτεr. -Ηατεd ιτ, I mυsτ sαγ. Yου'd τhιnk τhατ fοr α bογ whοsε cοmρlαιnτs αbουτ lοnεlιnεss wεrε nεvεr-εndιng Sρrιng wουld mαkε my hεαrτ τhε hεαvιεsτ. Evεn αnιmαls, τhε bιrds, τhε bεεs, τhε flοwεrs αll cουρlε τοgεthεr. Prοbαblγ gαγ οnεs τοο, wιτhουτ α sοcιετγ το jυdgε τhεm fοr ιτ. Lοvεrs wαlkιng το

Hopelessly romantic and socially anxious Corey Kentwell finds himself finally getting his wish: a highschool romance of his own with another boy. The passion of first love ignites and Corey's new boyfriend wants him just as much... if not more. But when things start to turn awry he has to decide if desperately clinging to this ideal is worth it.

As Eminem would say: "guess who's back with a brand new rap?" 😂😂😂 I'm just being a dork. Anyways I decided to upload my poetry in one big bunch for everyone as opposed to something like one poem per page cause... I don't know, I just wanted them all out for you guys to read in one go. Haven't had feedback yet but I'm fairly proud of them. That doesn't matter! I'm here to continue Renee Stevens' pinned post in the lounge, but continuing with the poet questions. Cause as you can see, I am now also a poet. Though I hope the thing in my profile sticker will change back to 'author' when Ceramic Flowers drops soon. Without further ado...the questions! Poets: What do you find is the most difficult part about writing poetry? Hmm good question. If I think about it... my neurosis when it comes to wanting to release a bunch in one go. No longer just one at a time. It means I can feel impatient with finishing a set and sometimes gotta dig to find more inspiration. But apart from that I don't find it too hard. I come up with a concept, and just to include as many free-verse rhymes throughout I go to websites like Rhymezone or Thesauruses to find more alternate words. Would you consider that "cheating"? I dunno man, I like my poems to be as pleasing to the tongue and ears as possible, like when cooking something. Sometimes in my poems every single word is rhyming with something. What inspires you to write poetry? I discovered that... I think I'm good at it. And I can write about spirituality and my life experiences. Poetry can also be myseterious and ominous, like my fiction, so I enjoy that too. Love and spirituality inspire me the most. Many of you know the poetry teachings of AC_Benus, what is your favourite type of poem to write from those teaching? No I don't know who that is. But it may be worth a look. I have written two limericks recently, so I can combine them into a typical ten line poem. Hmmm. Sometimes I like to do different things with my poems, have a bunch of short lines or alternating line lengths, but mostly I just make it all rhyme as much as I can, like a big mess of pleasantry. Many would consider it over-the-top but I'm open to criticism in all regards, as well as trying new things and writing differently. Also, I love throwing in lines that are nods to other famous poets or writers, like Shakespeare or Edgar Allan Poe. I think when I do that the lines are so well-known that there's no need to say it's from someone else, and that's the point. Has your idea of poetry changed since you began writing poetry? Yes. I feel it is more creative and open than I first thought. I can do different types of rhyming techniques, though usually my stuff is jumbled enough to pretty much be considered free-verse a lot of the time. Typically the last words in the lines rhyme, but so do several words throughout, making it more like a rap 🤔 . I'll probs answer the reader questions later as well. Peace out ✌️

My Prince I was wondering what drew me to you for a while, Perhaps it’s the green in your eyes or your white teeth smile. I know you are oft wrapped up in your head, Control is a delicate game of stepping just ahead. Intuition works better than words that were said, And remembering the book that we read. I leave my body at night for a forked-tongue kiss, It will be likewise with you, my narcissist prince. And although I’m much more intelligent and succes

Here are poems about spirituality and darkness. These are all personal to me.

I'm at work now and it's quiet (I do night shift). I'm on the work computer having just finished rereading. Now I got an A4 paper in front of me and have jotted down in pen plot points for a second part. Another six chapters and epilogue. I may continue after all BUT I'm busy with Uni and also don't want to upload anything until it's done, in case I do editing and change the earlier chapters. I like these ideas but it's hella dark.

I suppose in my mind, and wanting to capture realism, it made sense to me that this could be a place where it would end. If I'd continued it there'd be no Simon and thus no romance. Today I've actually been rereading those four chapters I wrote for the sequel... I haven't read them in a while so it's nostalgic, especially when I remember the emotions I was basing it off...

Good work Josiah. Writing is fantastic. I've written all sorts of fictional genres but also regular romances with everyday psychology in it. I've never tried publishing anything, but I'll have to write something for publishing one day. Getting into the headspace of other people is indeed difficult. A fantastic supplementary interest to writing is psychology. I've done lots of internet reading as a hobby, and have read two memoirs from non-neurotypical people. While I enjoy writing romance, when it comes to works I'm passionate about I try to make them feel as realistic as I can. And to me that means writing flawed romances, or at the very least relationships that aren't perfect for real reasons. Doing research on personality types as well as reading up on real life relationship situations people discuss in blogs or whatever - especially if its dark and can be used for a thriller aspect - is great to make writing better and more authentic. It's not about "copying" real life stuff you read about, but when you study it the information can "click", and when you get a grasp on other psychologies and personalities and understand them, it helps you understand potential new characters of yours at a deeper level for whatever different situations you throw them in. All the best with your creative endeavours!

Thank you guys! Sorry that the ending was abrupt for some of you. I mentioned on my profile that my novellas are roughly ten chapters each. They're each around 30,000 words. This would have been useful. Would have just been one of the powers fledgling Angela hadn't learnt yet. I'll try to give you guys some closure then based on what I've written of the sequel. I may finish it one day, but it is incomplete. And also dark. Anyway... after the events of Necromancer Peter tries to go back to life as normal and forget, obviously it's hard for him. Simon follows the directions given to him by Angela, as she wanted better friends than mere puppet zombies. Simon goes off to find Vlad, a much older vampire who becomes aware that Angela is dead. While she was having an early "rebellious phase" Vlad always assumed he'd have his wife return someday, so he wants Peter dead. Simon agrees to hunt down Peter on Vlad's behalf if he's changed. Vlad agrees... It is maybe two years later when Simon finally tracks him down. Peter is living in a new town, his adult life underway. He's renting, working and studying college. He's had a string of unhealthy relationships but is now going fairly steady in a relationship that sadly isn't satisfying him. Setting the stage for Simon's return...

They aren't. However I once did try to write a sequel for this story and wrote about... maybe four chapters. It was set some years in the future. This first story was partly inspired by a high school crush that cracked my heart in a similar way. But the later sequel is about a different crush and rather toxic feelings that I have since not wanted to write about. So alas that sequel remains incomplete.

Thank you to everyone who read, commented and liked my first novella!! ✨🎉 Necromancer is done. Please recommend or review and all that other stuff people can do on here. Now onto the important topic of novella number two... there's no use being coy about the title seeing as all the covers are visible. Still I'd like some comments or something to know that people are eager for what's to come next. Do you really want it? Or should I delay and do some info teasing for hype or whatevers? Either way I'll give you some basic tidbits on what it's about 💀☠️Novella two is also about romance between two gay highschoolers 😈👹 It may also be just as dark and creepy... 👥🐕 It may also involve the supernatural... 🖤👻 But it certainly will have heavy psychological aspects 🥶

Five days later I found Angela. She was still in town, determined to beat me in our game. The hubris of a vampire was in proportion with their reputation. Every night I tied my ankle to the bedstead, thrashed in uneasy sleep knowing that my family could be murdered. Jane and Simon were gone; there was no reason for Angela to hunt me until she was thirsty again – if draining me had been her plan. Her way of 'winning' this game. More of Scone's horticulture continued to mysteriously die. T

I stood before my ex-classmate, the real-life zombie, armed with a heavy branch and trying to muster my courage. The sun was almost set, the colour draining from the surrounding landscape. Now that Simon and I had stood still, silently assessing the one obstacle between us and the sleeping vampire we were here to kill, I noticed that we could smell him. The repugnant scent of death and decay. Did Angela really love Tommy enough to bring him back as this? Though she had been the one to kill him t

My theatre buddies were abuzz at the end of the day. I would've gone straight home hadn't I overheard the topic of gossip on the way out of school. The sun had weakened. Even if the winter solstice had passed, nature didn't seem to know it yet. Colder days were coming. The next few nights were meant to drop several degrees below zero, the forest fog falling into icy slicks on the roads. I slowed after passing the gates so I could listen to Tim Burton, a gangly kid from the lighting crew who had

Oof.

"Hello Peter's friend," Mum switched off the vacuum cleaner and turned to us as soon as we'd walked in the door. "It's Simon right?" "Nice to meet you." He looked polite but didn't smile. Rigid, the arms at his sides stiff. He'd studied my two-storey residence as we'd crossed the footpath. Eying the red tiled roof, how it curled over my arched bedroom window. The white-panelled home with the maintained gardens was probably like a movie to him. An unbroken home. "Yes," I could see she

That week I was hanging out with Simon at any opportunity. I was still doing theatre club and he was still playing chess – as far as I knew – but when both of us were free we hung out in the library together. The library wasn't my choice, I usually didn't spend a lot of time there. If you raised your voice any higher than a whisper you got a stern look from Mrs Webber, the skeletal frizzy-haired librarian. The look was enough to quiet kids down, she wasn't the type to give warnings. If she heard

I kissed Simon Chernosky. Simon and I shared a kiss behind the trees that bordered our school oval. And what was even better – Simon probably didn't hate me for it. Last class of the day I was still humming with feeling. Maybe glowing. The butterflies were more like worms or maggots, eating their way through my belly. I didn't care, it was a good feeling. I remember slowly developing my crush on Simon the first time he'd moved here. We didn't talk, because he didn't talk to anyone. But he wa

I suspected Darren would be gay the moment you mentioned Stephanie was bringing a male friend back with her from college. So before I knew his name I figured he'd be gay 😆 This is still angsty and sad at times, but it would be real nice if the tone continues to change in this lighter direction instead of dread and loss. I think it'd be funny if by the end of the story they're just having a massive orgy. The boys seem very mature for their age, but maybe the situation of their small town forced them to. It's sad to think they can't have straight friends. I get what you mean by the weird confusion some straight people get over it. My friends are straight, boys and girls. I've not had a long-term gay friend. I've heard from gay people that gay cliques can be bitchy, so I'm glad Jack, Jeff and Tracy are getting along.

General Maths class was period two, just before lunch. I noticed immediately that Simon's walking route was not toward chess club (which was in the same block) and it was not the direction of the school oval. Simon was heading to F block – Pagan club. I trailed after him. Normally I'd call out and walk with him, but he moved so quickly that I more or less followed him instead. His trajectory was like an arrow. That morning in rollcall Simon had caught my eye when I'd walked inside. One corne

I closed my car door and silence followed. Jane's eyebrows were right up to her hairline, she stared at me. Simon was hunched into the backseat of my car, knees bent between our chairs. Those dark eyes were intimidating – bright and deep. I could see why Jane wasn't feeling her usual chatty self. Simon looked between us. He really did have an attractive face, a unique kind of beauty. Dark tan skin under his matted brown hair, narrow jaw and long lashes. I shuffled uncomfortably. It wasn't until

Jeez okay yeah this is kinda sad. I kind of mentally face palm though every time they do something sexual. Like the literal reason Jack's family and friends are freaking out is because they think he's doing sex stuff - and he is! That'd be their worst fear. And if they were straight and one of them a girl, it wouldn't be appropriate for them to be having sex. And I think it's the same with them being gay. A boy and a girl wouldn't be allowed to sleep in the same room for that reason. Jeff's Dad would never condone it, surely. And what if he walked in and found them in the shower, or finds them naked in the same bed. Like Tracy's Mum did. It's almost like they SHOULD be worried about 'the gays' cause look they are doing the exact sexual stuff people are scared of. They're still underage. Anyway I couldn't possibly imagine it going well if Jeff's Dad catches them misbehaving in such a way. They don't get to get away with it just cause they're gay. At the same time though I must say I did enjoy it, mostly cause I know Jeff has had strong feelings for Jack for so long. And so that made it really sweet. And yeah Jack exploring things for the first time is also interesting, cause of the air of discovery.

So much of this was just humiliating. Like I know they're both horny and repressed, but you don't have straight people normally doing sexual activities at inappropriate places and times. Tracy performed oral sex on Jack in the house, on the staircase, near the front door. And then later, he didn't even realise his Mum was home. What if she'd caught her son deepthroating cock from the hallway? And the two mothers caught the boys jerking each other off in Tracy's unlocked bedroom. Then Jack leaves the house in skimpy tight underwear, then has to be rescued luckily by Jeff, and so Jack walks the streets in his skimpy underwear with a boy everyone avoids cause they all know he's gay. Just crazy to me. I know this situation is a lot for Jack, but come on guys... What's wrong with sneaking away in the night to a private place? Young hormones, I get it, but the situation is so dangerous. The three boys together makes me feel like this will turn into a gay threeway open relationship. At times they feel like a cult. At the start of this chapter it was evident for the first time how Jack's situation is actually worse than Tracy's. I liked how Jack blamed Tracy after they'd been caught in his bedroom, like some temptress who forced him into this new life 😋

Goodness... Well first of all I got a bad vibe from Tracy, but it may have been unintentional. Like I knew it was sketchy for him to be so flirty and sexual with Jack even when knowing Jeff has apparently had a big crush on him for so long. I do understand though, that with limited options it can't be helped. After all it seems like it's just the three of them who are gay in the whole school. But Tracy getting Jack to sit at the table with Jeff and then touch his leg, that seemed sketchy. Even if it looked accidental. But then Tracy telling Jack that he would like to rape him in the hallway. That was... intense. Like, maybe Tracy does have a mean streak and is a hypersexual deviant after all. He was pushy with Jack and even momentarily blew him. Then again, I know that these kids are just sixteen, so it's understandable that they not really know how they should behave. But still I read about Tracy's "off" behaviors and I get suspicious 🤔🤔🤔 Jeff is also a bit weird with his threats of "jumping" Jack. But like I get that they are repressed, so very repressed. And I do find Jeff's infatuation with Jack very cute.

This is an emotional rollercoster 😆 Cause we've got the highs of Jack kissing Tracy and Tracy opening up, and then the lows of Jack's confrontation with his Mum and the growing tension and suspicion with his friends. It puts the reader very on edge, so congratulations with that. Trouble is certainly brewing, and I can't say for sure what will happen. Will Jack's three friends attack Tracy? Will Jack's parents blame the Crafts for their son "turning him gay". There is a LOT of tension with the 'did they see me through Tracy's window or didn't they' and 'do they actually believe I'm a "poof" or not'. Tracy's incident at the old school is very sad, and shows how exploitative and cunning and heartless some people can be. I wonder about both Tracy and Jeff having feelings for Jack. It could certainly cause a rift between Tracy and Jeff's supposed friendship. While I did theorize a love triangle would happen I didn't think Jack would be in the middle of it.