Arch Hunter

Thank you all for commenting. I know it's still very early but I appreciate it. I'm really proud of what's coming Thanks! Very good points. As to where I take this story from here... well I was surprised myself, haha. I'm thrilled to read it! I was afraid I would be the only one laughing at my own jokes. Even more weird sense of humour ahead! Thanks for commenting on all my stories, I so appreciate it! I know stuff doesn't go as we'd all want in this story but it will be worth it, I promise. You have a pretty good guess about some of the next events

"I'm gay, Kev," says Torry. Torry is my childhood friend. He lives in my neighbourhood and we've known each other almost forever. I'm doing stuff on my phone and I barely pay him any attention. We’re in a spot on the river bank. We sometimes go there with our bikes to talk or just pass time on our phones. We sit on the grass next to each other. I dismiss him with a grunt and go back to browsing Instagram. "I'm honest, Kev, I'm gay!" Torry says a little louder. I roll my e

Kevin is an insecure teen boy on a journey to find the love of his life. There's Kevin's best friend, Torry and his brother Dexter. There's also Sarah, the prettiest girl in school. And let's not forget James Mitt. The man. The myth. The legend.

"Are you sure you want to do it?" I asked. "Yes, Owen,” Alex said. “Well, I am kind of scared but we have to do it now. Or actually, I have to do it. You can go home and I will call you when I'm done." "That's fine, I'll go with you. As long as you will be there for me when I do it." "You know I will. And thank you." It was early afternoon. We were standing just across the street from Alex's house for like 10 minutes and the boy dreaded the conversation he was about to have w

Alex left in the morning and I went straight to Ryan's house. I stopped at the door and after a short hesitation, I rang the doorbell, not exactly sure what to say or what to expect. Believe me if I tell you that we didn't watch any movies or even play Magic the Gathering when we finally got in my room the previous evening. Fortunately, we didn't meet my parents or siblings because we were pale as ghosts. We just took our shoes off and went straight to my bed. We almost didn't talk. Alex w

I hadn't slept so well since the accident. I woke almost without any pain and I didn't wake up once during the night. The cast was still causing some discomfort but I could live with that. Yawning, I checked my phone. It was half-past nine. And there was a message from Alex. He sent me a cute selfie of him lying in his bed with a sweet smile, his eyes half-opened. He was bare-chested underneath the cover and his shoulders were smooth as silk. I stood up and took a photo in front of my mirr

I wanted to say something but it's impossible without major spoilers. Thanks a lot for reading

I was 7 years old and at my grandparents’ house. Wayne was 9 and we slept in the same room. He needed only 15 minutes or so to fall asleep. Me, I would sometimes lie there, staring at the ceiling for hours. My bed was facing the window. It was deep in the country and it was usually quite dark, especially on those cloudy nights. But sometimes, I would see different shapes inside and outside of my room. Most frequently, it was a big, black dog, resting, gathering strength to come and shred my thro

Thanks so much had a lot of fun writing this.

"So how was your first gig yesterday?" I asked Alex. I was sitting on my bed next to the boy, trying not to stare at him too much. He was looking great. Not only was he cute but he also had this streetwear style I was totally crazy about. I think I liked him the most in his slim-fit hoodie he had the first time we met but the golf shirt he was wearing now matched his shorts perfectly and made his chest quite touchable. "It was good, Owen. I think I only made a few mistakes and I don't

Now you guys make me self-conscious about this convo... I may need to rewrite and add a little spice Thanks for reading !

I woke up thinking about Ryan. He seemed to be from another planet and I’ve grown a soft spot for him already. Was he so carefree and direct with all people or just me? Guess I had to check myself. It was Friday and the boys came for a quick visit in the morning. They were leaving for the gig in 15 minutes and wanted to check on me first. I was fine as much as I could be. The last week brought more changes than the entire year combined and it made me feel a little detached from reali

Hey, thanks for the comment. I'm aware of the Def Leppard drummer. And I know for a fact that it is possible to play one-handed with a regular drumset. But Owen does not know! As to other facts, at least some of these questions will be answered soon

I never vibed much with the whole Stranger Things hype. In case you don’t know it, it’s a Goonies-like teenage horror series happening in the ‘80s. I’m not saying it sucks or anything but for me, it was mediocre at best. The story was mostly placeholders without any real risks or consequences to the protagonists’ actions. The characters’ arcs were just an excuse and the plot had more holes in it than Swiss cheese. I’m guessing some people watch it for the '80s nostalgia but I hadn't been alive u

I was lying on my bed with my laptop, well, on top of my lap. It was past 11 am and I was thankful to my family for letting me stay in bed for so long. I would rather expect them to wake me up at 8 or so and force me to help them prepare for our moving. They’ve been on it for a good while now, judging by the noises and occasional hollering. Me, I didn’t have a lot of stuff to my name. Apart from the bed and the desk, my room had a wardrobe, an electronic drum set, an acoustic guitar,

I had no idea where was this story going and I like the way it develops. Can't wait for chapter 3

"You've been great! Go home and take a shower. We are Black Fox." Cayden, our frontman, spoke his trademark line just like he did after every gig. We gathered at the front of the stage to bow to the audience. I threw my drumsticks at the cheering crowd and some lucky bastards got themselves a souvenir. I need to stop doing it; the good ones are bloody expensive. And it would cost me even more if I hit some poor bloke in the eye. There weren't more than 200 people at the small venue in Birmi

Owen's teen life changes a great deal after the overnight success of his music band, Black Fox. But in some ways, his love life specifically, it doesn't seem to move an inch. A surprise encounter at one of their gigs pushes him to take matters in his own hands. Hands are extremely important body parts for every drummer boy, right?

I never said I consider my English poor I have loved this language forever and I try to listen, read, speak and write it whenever I can. I just have no prior experience writing stories and I'm still learning to make it sound natural and native-like, even if it may never happen, haha. Thanks a lot for complimenting! I plan to start posting my new story around next weekend. I know, I know, it ended too soon. I got really attached to these characters as well and I'm happy to read you found their dialogues realistic. I never planned on that, but I will consider revisiting them in another series, if I come up with a good idea for it. It won't happen soon but it's possible. For now I want to focus on other stories and explore different themes and ideas. I'm so excited about writing right now!

Thanks so much! Makes me want to write a follow up to this story... maybe one day. I hope you like the next two chapters too!

There are episodes in life that are all fun and games, when the time flies unnoticeably. When you visit your grandparents in the countryside and have all the time in the world to play, read, cloud watch, draw and dream. At other times, days can be a struggle. It’s hard to wake up in the morning to face the upcoming day and your only desire is to somehow make it to the weekend. And when the Saturday morning arrives, you’re too tired to do anything substantial, worried by what’s about to come.

Thanks for commenting guys. I know things probably happened a little more quickly than they should but I really didn't want to drag my first story and was afraid it would get repetitive. It's better to leave the audience hungry for more rather than bored to death I know there's middleground but well... I hope it's not a huge spoiler that this was not the last chapter. i might have been wrong about the polish threesome but I'm definitely not disappointed lol Never say never! Next chapter please player... I'm a little disappointed that the sex did not escalate a little slower though I'm still very interested in maybe reading MORE. The story stands if you want to end it here, but please continue writing on this forum. You have something rare in how you write that I find really compelling. Maybe we think or feel in a similar way but the way you capture the character thought process and emotions really hits me. Thanks so much. As long as I'm getting such amazing feedback, I will continue writing forever. Writing this first story really taught me a lot. More coming soon!

The next morning after breakfast, we found ourselves on the road again. The weather was fine the entire stay so far but let me tell you, that day was scorching hot! The bus didn’t have any air conditioning and even though all the windows were open, the apathy was taking its toll on everyone inside. What’s worse, I was experiencing a food coma after eating scrambled eggs with sausage and was dozing off on Dennis’s shoulder. The moving bus felt like a giant cradle and I was having weird dreams, mi

I took more time than usual in the bathroom this morning. I made sure I reached every part of my mouth with the toothbrush. I examined my face in the mirror, looking at myself in a whole new light. I saw a boy who apparently was wanted and cared for. For the first time in my short life, I felt that I cared for myself. I examined my chest and my arms. While rather slim and petite, I wasn’t frail. I hated group sports but I loved biking and swimming. I was good at dodgeball, too. Well, partially a

Thanks for commeting guys... You know... A kiss is a big thing. Let's allow to build it up. As for David, I'm not giving any spoilers but it seems like the right moment to tell you what happened to the real-life David only a few months after these events. There was a new kid - Andrew - joining our class right after the summer break. And he was everything David ever wanted to be - handsome, smart!, brave and confident. He was a little bit of a bully but he wasn't an asshole. He just knew how to wrap everyone around his finger. Just a few days after he joined, there was a confrontation when David tried to maintain his position as the class alpha. And I swear. Andrew was sweeping the corridor with his body, holding David by his legs. I never felt so much sattisfaction. To make it even better, Andrew liked me because be both liked the same video games (we talked a lot about Baldur's Gate and Icewind Dale if you're interested). From then on, David became Andrew's lapdog and ass-licker. You won't find it in this story but it's just so you know what really happened Arch