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Hitting the floor, his body crumpled. Body parts slammed against both the floor and the wall, causing Cyn to yell. Pain shot through his leg, opening up his stitches. Cyn cried out, but knew he needed to get away. No! He...He’s going to kill me! “Cyn! God…” The doctor shot to the open door and hollered for some nurses for assistance, then rushed over to the injured deer. Should have seen this coming. As the doctor got closer, the more the cernunnos squirmed. The more he moves, the worse th

Oh, it's going somewhere... It's an incident! But despite the idea of them not being on guard from predators from the shifter community, they still have to worry about nonshifter wolves and bears. And, some may not want to lose nonshifter deer as well. It's a very interesting conundrum if this indeed an unknown law to cernunnos as a race. And chapter 3's done. Just waiting a minute to post. Give some authors a chance to post so I don't fill the stories page with chapter after chapter! These shorter chapters are so much fun to write. And @Buz...are you excited for February 1st?!?

Thank you all for the comments and praise! So...book two...Rising in the Shadows...*cough* Feb 1st *cough*. And offshoot stories? I'm already plotting the third book to this thing! But I think I might be able to manage one or two of those when the In the Shadows series is done with. But I'll be peppering in some flashback chapters in along the way Make sure you keep an eye open! I also have Cernunnos being posted as well, so check that shifter story out as well!

The seventies!? Yeah...that park has changed dramatically! And pfft, Hoople's is trash! That's gunky tater slop!

It may be a tad late to let you all know, but my favorite Christmas song is Silent Night. The tone, the pace, and the words all echo in my head. And I had a beautiful silent night. As an overnight worker, my days off work have become silent nights. Noah soundly asleep, along with my neighboring Kentucky residents, and I just wind down. My muscles get a good relaxing rest. No stocking of groceries, no lifting pallets onto stacks, no loud cardboard balers screeching from the back-dock. Pure bliss. Sometimes I binge a show on the television, sometimes I open a bottle of wine...or two. But lately, it's been silent. No TV, no phone, and no distractions. I get a lot of work done on these nights. And last night/this morning was no exception. I pumped out nearly 9,000 words this evening. For me, quite impressive with my little ADHD noggin. My phone may cause some distractions from news articles or if I play a few songs to take a mental moment, but I love my silent nights. I posted the second chapter to Cernunnos, my new little story about a timid deer shapeshifter facing the world of predatory dangers. And...well...I'm keeping a nice little secret for y'all. There are some negatives to all this. I keep the house a little colder so Noah can get some good sleep since he has some temperature issues (yes, he's a body furnace). My fingers get a little cold and numb, but nothing that my gloves and a warm fuzzy blanket can't fix. None of my friends are awake at this time of day, so there's very little contact for me from the outside world. But that's okay. I have Gay Authors! I have Vincent, Mason, Kaplan, Cyrus, and the whole Owensville crew. And now I have Cyn, the cernunnos/deer shifter. My laptop has literally become my world during the night. I'm not going crazy, I promise y'all. Writing created a hole in my life that I struggled with previously. Before GA, I was just playing my Xbox for hours on end, and not doing much of anything else. I could be hitting the gym and being a little bit more active during this time, but I consider writing to be a saving grace for my sanity. I'll let y'all wake up, get your coffee, and get to work. Bedtime's in a few hours and I need to keep writing. Have a good GA day! *cough* February 1st *cough*

Parking his white Chevrolet Silverado in the tiny parking lot, David Triggs turned the key and opened the driver side door. After a great breakfast at his Alpha's house, he was itching for some coffee and to see his new girlfriend. Stacy was a very different kind of girl for Dave. He never dated a human before, not that it had ever crossed his mind. Initially, he thought it would be easier to just try to find a suitable woman of his own species. But after multiple attempts with various shap

OOOF! 10,000 words? Oh, boy. That's a double allnighter for me! I've been hammering away as it is! Was working on RitS and hit a block. Pumped out a Cernunnos chapter, and I'm back at it! I'm really happy that this story is starting to pick up. Being a more dark and serious shifter story, I tend to go to a special place in my mind for this book. But then I post it, get happy, and dive back into the adventures of Mason and Vincent. *cough* Feb 1st *cough*

I loved the demeanor and characteristics of the Letterkenny cast! I watched the first season and instantly thought, "Oh...they're like us Kentuckians...but they're Canadian." Cirgarettes, beer, whiskey, and brawls. Wayne is super handsome, and I normally don't find guys like him handsome, but his words of wisdom are so attractive. "More hands make less work." "Don't (mess) with tradition." "Bad gas travels fast in a small town." "Buy pants that fit, and you won't need a belt." I'm more of a Squirrely Dan fan! He's humble, gentle, but not afraid to stand up for his friends. And that's what I appreciates about him.

His eyes. He could barely feel his eyes rolling under his lids. I’m...I’m awake. I’m...alive? But Cyn didn’t dare open his eyelids, dare he become deranged and uncontrolled in an unfamiliar environment. Did...did the herd make it? No...One of the wolves...went for one for one of the does. The other two after both me and Colman. They...were after us. Thoughts of how the traumatic scene ended in the snowy forest. There...there were others. Lycans. But...one...saved me? Remembering the slight

Peanut butter can last a while both opened and unopened. I laughed when all the canned meats were wiped out and the canned fruit remained. Also, we had plenty of rice as well. No one in Kentucky, other than myself, knows how to cook rice! Oh, well. More for me... Baking supplies was understandable since Americans were also going through the 'sourdough' fad, in addition to the pandemic.

It's that 'hunker in the bunker' mentality. When this whole pandemic started, it was survival of the most prepared. People quickly adopted a doomsday prepper attitude. Gotta have TP. Gotta have dishwashing liquid. Gotta have Spaghetti O's or my little Zoey's gonna throw a forkin' fit! As far as today's products, I'm seeing our store fully stocked with almost all of the product we carried pre-COVID. There are some new products under labels that I've never seen in my decade of working grocery retail (primarily hand sanitizers and other cleaning products). If you're having trouble with your current store and their supply chain, check out neighboring stores, or try an online source, such as Amazon. Most mom and pop style stores are having some issues, as bigger chains take priority due to contracts and sale volumes. My mom can't get her healthy spaghetti sauce she needs in her smaller town, so she comes to my bigger city and stocks up on that, plus the rest of her grocery needs. She drives 45 minutes for this, and she has found it to be worth the trip. Don't be afraid to exhaust some options.

I'm sorry...bacon...hot dogs? And you say they were....succulent, salty, and smokey...wieners? Fun fact, Dad got to ride in the Hostage Buyer Wienermobile! And didya now? I love little grocery stores. Any time we're traveling, we do our best to stop at a couple on the way. Every single one is different, and offers some sort of product that you can't find anywhere else.

I'm a big Running with the Pack fan! I still need to read the two sequels, but I've buried myself with my own work!

Well, I’m not going to lie, folks. Nothing exciting has happened at work! This is almost annoying! On one hand, I’m enjoying the peace and quiet. But I need content! I need customers to be dramatic. I need them to walk up to the floral counter five minutes until closing and just stand there, expecting birthday balloons to magically blow themselves up. I need something exciting and gossip-worthy to happen so I can spill the tea! This! Is! Boring! So, in the place of ranting about current eve

Another lovely chapter. And we see some more information for Essell to try to remember, at least until he can smuggle or be gifted some paper and a pen. Loving the build-up to a potential romance between Essell and Garjah! I'm really excited to see how that will/would blossom. I dig the short length of the chapters, and the very slow pace. This is going to be a fantastic and very long adventure!

You can take Luci. I'm calling dibs on Amenadiel, though!😍😈

Oh, no. He's in timeout. He has been making fun of me all day. And I was just being cute and funny. I don't need a therapist, but I'm taking my time with RitS. And....as it turns out...I haven't mentioned Dave's eye color! I stayed up and I read my whole book. *gasp* East and West. My arch enemies! I end up Googling a compass about once every six months or so. I must be showing my age too! Because I could have sworn the Arctic Ocean was mysteriously both at the northern and southern poles of the Earth. And update: woke up from my slumber, Noah got breakfast for me, and said he crossed an ocean to get it for me...if I wasn't working third shift, he would be sleeping in the guest room.

Also, if anyone missed the detail from the story's main page, it was from @CincyKris's comment in LitS where I got inspiration for this story!!!

Folks...y'all...I'm just the worst. My ADHD has caught up to me. My world is crumbling around me as I know it. I am having two completely devastating crises at the same time, and I'm stuggle-bussing at the moment. I blame one on myself, and the other on Noah. So...I'm blaming Noah...for the loss of essential information that I, supposedly learned in elementary school. I couldn't tell if I was just having one of my blonde moments, or if I have legitimately lost some of my memory, but I lost a crucial bit of geographical information somewhere along the way. And as per usual, if I can't point proper blame at something, I blame either myself, or Noah. Because that's a benefit of marriage, right? The information that I have lost, and have now re-educated myself on via the power of the Internet and a textbook from college, is very embarrassing to me. Noah was watching a very delightful video, which was an interviewer asking citizens on the streets very basic questions of life. I was nailing every question with precise answers...until this one question that has rocked my entire world. And I can't even lie to you right now, I am beyond embarrassed. I genuinely feel wronged in life. Because I swear, Boy Scout's Honor, and with every ounce of my private college education...that there were only four oceans on Earth. Pacific, Atlantic, Indian, and Arctic. Southern. There is the Southern Ocean. When...did this happen? My mind is completely baffled at the notion that there is a fifth ocean on this planet. Let me explain something: in regards to the level of distress that I am personally going through, I want to find a therapist. I have never sat down with one, but I sure as Hell want one right now! Either being 27 years old is now the common age for Alzheimer's, or I just missed a lot in school. I mean...I did go through the Indiana Education System, and that could be the proper source of the blame. But my husband is giving me such the hardest time over this. Don't get me wrong, we are laughing our tushies off over this, but I am not okay with this! Southern Ocean...I do not know where you came from, how you changed every history textbook in my house, and how you infected the Internet with your lies, but you gotta go! And now, on to the other issue that is giving me just as much stress at the current situation. I am writing the first chapter of Rising in the Shadows and I have made a discovery. While I do have a cast list, detailing out most of my characters' builds and personalities, I have made a few hiccups, and I need to re-read my entire book to take note of what I have said about my characters. The reason why I need to do this...is because I do not...have the color...of Dave's eyes...in my cast list file. I am currently skimming my chapters with Ctrl+F, searching key words (eyes, irises, Dave) like a deranged mad man! Noah is over here writing poetry and having a great time making fun of my planetary knowledge and how both the public and private education systems have failed me, and I can't remember what color Dave's eyes were! I know I mentioned it...somewhere...in a sentence...in a chapter. They are not mentioned often, and that is another strike for me. I have smoked waaaaaaaay too many cigarettes in the past two hours, and I'm nearing the end of my patience for myself. But! I am a comedian. And an author. I will forever make fun of this day. Tuesday, January 19th, 2021. They day that I found out that there are, in fact, five oceans on our planets. And I will either remember, or find out what color Dave's eyes are. I am determined. I am strong. I...need another cigarette. Please, for all that is sacred and holy, I ask of you, my blog readers: make fun of this! I'm laughing maniacally, and think that this is the funniest day of my life, and I need some feedback!

We've been through a lot, but we always find the humor in it later. That's why we decided to create this little journal, so everyone could share our experiences. Even the small things can make us cackle. Like how you'll be grocery shopping, and you're trying to pass someone on an aisle...and they're turning around in an attempt to go back the way they came from. They turn their cart to the right, but always keep their head to the left. They're not even watching where they're going. I always found it infuriating, but since it happens so often, I just find it one of life's hilarious quirks.

Glad you love it so far! I'm thinking this is going to be a darker version of LitS, but the relationship building will be much more drawn out.

I am laughing maniacly at my own plots and plans! Guess you gotta wait, bud.

Glad ya liked it! Buz! I would give you the, "Where have you been?" speech again, but I know you're a busy guy. Now, then. I really hate to break it to ya, Buz, but I'm not diving into the whole relationship scenes just yet. And...I would do two of the same type of story back to back, now would I? Not spoilin' but don't get your hopes up too high on any Fated Alpha Mateage.

@Patch1@Story Reader It's up! Have at it, y'all!!!

The woods were quiet, and the moon lit their way down their path. A herd of white-tailed deer crunched their small hooves over the snow covered ground as their head buck led the way. Their goal was slightly unclear, but they nobly followed their leader regardless. As they paced themselves in the mid-morning sun, the deer kept their eyes open and their senses heightened. There was no sign of danger, but there was no such thing as being too careful. Consisting of seven adult bucks and four d