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Paranormal
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Fantasy
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Science Fiction
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My two passions are reading and cooking (plus learning more about cooking from different regions).
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Aiden sighed as they neared his car in the parking lot. He wasn’t sure this was a good idea, and he was positive he wasn’t in the right frame of mind for social interactions. But he had practically tackled Jason and then said he would go, so he would. Maybe he could make it quick so he could head to his apartment and wallow in misery without anyone around. Jason’s enthusiasm made that difficult, though. Aiden unlocked his car and Jason hopped right in. Aiden had to chuckle as Jason started playing the part of a GPS unit. Turn here, turn right in two blocks, and finally ‘you have arrived’… it really was amusing. Jason hopped out and said, “I really hope you like this, it’s one of my favorite places in town.” “I’m really surprised–I expected a sleek, modern place like most of the others, not a five story building from the late nineteenth or early twentieth century. I can’t wait to see what it looks like inside.” As they walked in the entrance to Chocolat et Café Chez Moi a small bell on the door jingled, and Aiden had to wait for his eyes to adjust. The interior was like a cozy English pub had been combined with an old library or bookstore. There were comfortable looking sofas and chairs scattered about, along with tables ranging from two seaters to fantastic looking library tables that could probably seat twelve. And most of all, it was calm and quiet. No loud music or noisy conversations, just a low murmur that was very relaxing. Jason took the lead and chose a small square table for them and sat down, motioning Aiden to sit across from him. “What do you think?” Jason asked with a smile. “Not what you were expecting, is it?” “No, it’s nothing like I anticipated, but I love it. Now I can’t wait to try their chocolate you kept going on and on about,” Aiden said with a smirk. “Be careful what you ask for,” Jason said as a waiter came their way. “Bienvenue, Jason!” “Bonjour Philippe, comment vas-tu?” “Je vais bien, merci. Que puis-je vous apporter aujourd’hui?” “Deux échantillons de chocolat chaud de Paris, s’il vous plaît.” [Welcome, Jason!] [Good afternoon Philippe, how are you?] I[ am doing well, thank you. What can I bring for the two of you today?] [Two samples of the hot chocolate of Paris, please.] Aiden looked at Jason in shock as the waiter left to fill their order. “I have taken several years of French and followed that fairly well, but you sound like a native speaker–how?” Jason smiled and said, “Mum grew up in London and papa grew up in Brussels. When they got married and wanted to start a family they wanted to make sure any children were fluent in the languages they spoke. From the time I was born mum spoke to me only in English and papa only spoke French and Dutch to me, so I really am a native speaker in three languages. I don’t get much of a chance to speak Dutch, but I do find many opportunities to speak French. Maybe we could try speaking in French to each other sometimes.” Just then Philippe arrived with our order. Aiden wasn’t sure what he was expecting, but this wasn’t it–it was miles better. Philippe set down an incredible looking brass tray with two demitasse cups of their chocolate sample, along with small bowls of both white and brown sugar crystals, a bowl of whipped cream, and French sablé cookies, all served on simple but beautiful white porcelain. “Enjoy, gentlemen,” Philippe said as he left. Jason motioned for Aiden to start. After his first sip (and his eyes had relocated from the back of his head) Aiden shook his head with a smile and said, “That is fantastic. I am no longer doubting you and can understand how you consider this a cure-all. Thank you for bringing me here and for sharing one of your favorite places with me.” They sat in companionable silence sipping their chocolate and nibbling on the surprisingly light and delicate cookies. Once they were finished with their sample, Jason spoke. “So Aiden, since I was so right about this place, would you trust me to order a couple more samples for you to try?” Once Aiden nodded yes, Jason asked if there was anything he didn’t eat, couldn’t eat, or hated. Aiden shook his head no and Jason proceeded to order the Mexican and Italian samples. When they arrived, Aiden was very surprised to see the Italian chocolate served with a spoon as it was that thick. Aiden liked the Italian chocolate that was almost like eating warm chocolate ganache, but he LOVED the Mexican hot chocolate with the infusion of cinnamon, vanilla, chipotle, and cayenne for heat. After they finished their samples, Jason looked at Aiden and nodded to a corner with a pair of overstuffed armchairs, a small side table between them, and they moved over to them. Without being asked, Philippe brought them glasses of water and then left. Jason looked at him and Aiden was sure questions were coming… and he wasn’t sure he was ready to answer them. “Would you like to talk about what spooked you so badly at the zoo?” Jason asked gently. “You don’t really want to hear me talk about things in my past, so why don’t we…” Jason interrupted and said, “Aiden, it isn’t a matter of do I want to listen to you talk about your past, it is simply that if you decide you wish to talk about it, I will listen. I do think it sounds like it would do you good, though.” Aiden looked at Jason for a long time, thinking. He finally decided to do something he hadn’t done in years… he decided to try trusting someone again. Aiden took a deep breath, gathered his courage, and began speaking. “I grew up in a very rural area. The town I grew up in was only 10,000 people, and that was half the population of the entire county. I grew up very sheltered and was a very quiet bookworm. When I visited colleges it was eye-opening and they all seemed so much more interesting, so cosmopolitan. So very different from what I was used to. I am going to just hit the high points, but maybe some day I will tell you the whole story. There was a huge common room in the student center with a grand piano there for anyone to play. One day there was a guy sitting and playing as I sat there behind his back, just enjoying the music. He started playing ‘Scarborough Fair’ and I started singing the lyrics without thinking about it. He struck up a conversation and we exchanged phone numbers. We went on several dates, and it started getting fairly serious. I was a VERY nervous virgin the first time we made love. From then on, though, Reynaud seemed to change… he became controlling and jealous, and started isolating me from my friends. It was so subtle at first I didn’t really realize what was going on–that he was almost completely controlling me. Skip forward to graduation and I decided to come here for my master’s degree, and he flipped out. He realized he was going to lose his obedient little fuck-boy and servant. I was adamant, and he said a lot of things designed to hurt me as much as possible–probably to weaken my resolve so he could convince me to stay. I had hoped to never see him again after that… which is why today was so devastating. I saw him at the zoo, with a new guy on his arm. For a moment I actually thought about trying to find a way to warn the new guy, until I heard them talking. They were looking for a new conquest–together. Apparently the guy on Reynaud’s arm was his long-term lover and had been in on all the torment I was put through. Apparently that is what excited them both the most sexually, the torment of others. Then, as you know, I literally ran from the son of a bitch, right into you.” All through this, Aiden had that same haunted expression from the zoo on his face, then he looked up at Jason and saw the tears streaming down his face. Aiden was shocked that someone would cry for the things that he had endured. Aiden looked a little longer and said. “My therapist is going to be very proud of me… this is the first time I have opened up to anyone but her about the self-centered, manipulative, son of a bitch.” Jason decided to try and help with the somber mood and said,” You know, Aiden, it isn’t good to hold your feelings in… tell me how you really feel about the smarmy bastard.” Unfortunately Aiden had just taken a sip of water and he ended up spraying it everywhere. Once he recovered he looked at Jason and simply said, “Thank you.” Aiden and Jason began hanging out together, usually at Chocolat et Café Chez Moi. Aiden had found out that it was open most of the day… breakfast time, brunch on the weekends, lunch, afternoon treats, and a small bar in the evenings that served the most incredible house made cognac and chocolate liqueur. The wonderful thing was the atmosphere never changed from the calm, warm, cozy feeling he experienced that first day. One day, Aiden screwed up his courage and looked at Jason. “I’ve got a four day weekend coming up the end of the month and I’m going into the city on the train, leaving Thursday night and returning very early Tuesday morning. I was wondering if you would like to come with me. The only problem is that the cheap hotel room I have reserved only has one bed and I know that you are too tall for the loveseat. Do you think you could swing a hotel room too? The rest of what I had planned shouldn’t be very expensive.” While Aiden had grown to trust Jason, he really wasn’t ready to share a bed, even though it would have been platonically. Jason looked at him and asked a question he hadn’t expected. “Can you cancel your reservation without any penalties?” Aiden thought about it, and said, “Yes, I booked it that way just in case I got sick or something. Why?” “My parents have a 4 bedroom apartment in the city they use when they have to go in for business three or four times a month and they aren’t using it that weekend. What do you think?” “Sound’s great–I’ll show you what I have come up with to do on the train. It should make the ride pass by a little quicker.” Thursday rolled around and they met up at the train station and commandeered a couple of seats with a table between them so Aiden could spread his materials out. Jason was impressed with how thoroughly the trip had been planned. It included museums, galleries, some of the city parks, a few of the good delis, and the option to see something on Broadway if they could find cheap tickets. Otherwise it was wandering through different areas of the city and just having fun. Monday night Aiden looked at Jason and said, “I can’t believe how much fun we had this weekend. While I would have enjoyed it by myself, it was so much better with a friend to share it with. Thank you for coming with me, and for the loan of your paren’t apartment.” “You’re welcome, and I had a blast too. I’ll have to try and come up with some things to do on our next trip since this one was such fun,” Jason said. The next morning they were at the train station much, much too early and dozed off and on throughout the trip back. As they gathered their bags for their arrival and double-checked they hadn’t left anything, Josh looked at Aiden after they had gotten down to the platform with a pensive look on his face as he whispered to himself, “I’m so glad you ran into me,” before they glanced back at the train.
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“Why weren’t you—” Jason started a good rant and stopped it abruptly. Jason knew he wasn’t short, standing just under 6 feet, but as he started to raise up from the half-crouch he had unintentionally gone into and started to look at the guy that ran into him, realizing he was staring at the middle of the guy’s chest. A very wide, very muscular chest. As he stood up to his full height he realized he still had to look up several inches to see the guy’s eyes. The most gorgeous green eyes he had ever seen… but set in a face that had the saddest, most lost, haunted expression he had ever seen on anyone’s face. The guy lowered his head and stared at the ground as he almost whispered, “I am so, so sorry I ran into you and tore your map. Please take mine, I’m gonna leave now anyway.” The guy handed Jason his map and turned to leave, head still bowed and staring at the ground. Jason took a few quick steps and put his hand on the guy’s bicep (fuck, they couldn’t be any bigger or more muscled if the guy lived at the gym, Jason thought). Jason gently put his index finger under the guy’s chin and brought his face up so he could look into his eyes again. “Why don’t we go to that bench over there and sit down for a minute and talk, ok?” “You don’t have to do that, it looked like you were heading somewhere else. You should just go on and enjoy your day while I leave to go back home,” the guy said. Jason shook his head slowly and said “No, we’re going over to that bench and chat a bit, ok?” Jason gently took the guy’s elbow and guided him over to the bench where they both sat down. “Now, the first thing you are going to do is tell me your name. Calling you ‘Hey, You’ or ‘Hey, Guy’ is not acceptable, but if you do refuse to tell me your name I’m not above doing it,” Jason said with a small grin. “Ok, ok, I’ll tell you… my name is Aiden,” the guy said. “Cool, Aiden, I’m Jason. Now that we are making headway, do you want to tell me why you tried to tackle me like you were going for a goal and I was in the way?” Jason asked with another grin. Aiden seemed to slump down and make himself as small as he could–almost as if he was afraid he was going to be hurt–but he did answer. “I was at the entrance to the capybara exhibit and I saw someone I used to know–I wasn’t ready to see them again and I ran.” Jason noticed the body posture changing and wondered what this big, muscled, six foot three or four hunk was afraid of at the zoo, but decided to try and take things slow. “Wow, Aiden, what a coincidence, that is where I was heading to.” “Ah… ok, I can give you directions to the exhibit from here and you can get going while I head home,” Aiden took his next stab at leaving. Jason looked at Aiden and realized that there was no way he was going to leave the guy alone, not after seeing the expressions on his face. He wasn’t sure just how, but he instinctively knew this guy needed someone to talk to. “Instead of you going home, why don’t you take me to your car and we can go to a little coffee and chocolate place I know and have something decadent to drink… and maybe talk about why you are so sad?” Jason asked hopefully, knowing it was going to be a hard sell. “But you’ll have to leave your car here and… and…” Aiden started. “Not to worry, I took the bus today, and the coffee shop is off one of the stops on my way home, so do you want to try your next excuse?” Jason asked with a grin. Aiden shook his head with a half-hearted grin. “Ok, we can go to my car and head to this chocolate and coffee shop of yours… but I’m not promising anything about talking. I do have to say, the way you’ve built it up I hope I’m not disappointed.” “Ok, let’s head out,” Jason said happily. “And you, Mr. Doubting Thomas, should know that this place sells the most amazing drinking chocolate laced with espresso beans that you will ever have. It is guarantee to do either one of two things–ease the saddest heart or keep you up for a couple of days… in fact, from personal experience, I know that if you indulge in several it can do both!” Jason said. He also whispered, “It can also loosen the most reluctant of tongues.” Aiden had to shake his head and laugh, “Ok, let’s get going.” “Sounds good. And maybe sometime we can come back together and visit the capybaras. I hear they may be lonely without more people coming to say hi.” Aiden looked over with his first real smile of the day and said, “Maybe…” Then he whispered, almost to himself, “I’m so glad I ran into you.”
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One thing I would love to see, but is probably too much to ask, is a way to search in the text of the stories (and including the tags, genres, etc., if possible) with keywords (and hopefully Boolean operators and modifiers). I often find myself trying to find a story that I had read months ago where I can't remember the author or the title, just some of the details of the story itself. Like I said, this is a lot to ask, but I wanted to throw it out there.
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Random things I have written - VERY random!
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Thank you for pointing that out. I was indeed confused. What I thought was meant by recommendation is actually a review, which is what I was referencing. I have left a recommendation. Thank you very much for your comment, I really appreciate it.
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I will, but I hope you don't miss the main point—you have painted such an absolutely complete image of the Sentinels with your words that I don't need a picture. Nevertheless, recommendations are forthcoming. I just need time to formulate my thoughts.
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I loved the first book so much that I waited until the second was finished so I could read both straight through, and I have just finished. You did not disappoint. However, now I know I have months of waiting until I can read the next book. What I truly hope is that you do not stop at three. You have both a talent and a storyline that won't quit. Thank you for sharing, it is deeply appreciated.
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Hi Carlos, I am paying attention, and I can live with it… barely. Since I truly do prefer the longer stories, I have to respect your wishes regarding having a full story to post before we start seeing them. Given the quality of writing you put out, I really can't argue with your process. I am looking forward to the next parts of the story. Thank you so much for everything you put out, it really is the highlight of my day when one of your chapters pops up! Best regards, Bryson
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I was thinking of Brad-not because of proximity or access-but because he was the one whose views seem to have changed the most. He has seen what kind of horrific things policy decisions can create, has kept silent about what he was involved in because of respect for the institutions involved, but has realized that different-and better-thinking is what is required going forward.
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My bet is that it will be Brad, since he has asked CJ to run more than once. It would be fitting.
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I have to admit, I have a love/hate relationship with CJ… and I guess, by extension, with Carlos Hazday. I love the characters and their interactions–they are engaging, and I become emotionally invested in their well-being. To me this is the sign of a great author. I admit I was late to the party on this one; I think when I first discovered Carlos’ stories CDMX had either just begun posting or was about to. Even so, I have read the entire series straight through, start to finish, at least twice–but maybe more. I love all of the effort Carlos puts into his development of both characters and the situations that occur, as well as how much detail he adds to whatever locations they are in. Now for the hate part, which has two sides to it. The easy one is that I hate it that CJ is on a break—currently recuperating from his latest experiences in Mexico City and gearing up for what is next with his foundation that will be in the works soon. That’s the easy one, and I know Carlos will take care of that in due time. I’m sure not soon enough for me—I want it all NOW—but in what he feels is the right length of time for him and the story. I can’t even begin to fathom how he can write so much so well, and I applaud both his efforts and his talents. The harder part of the “hate section” is that I am afraid that I will not see CJ as president in my lifetime, and that hurts. Especially with the latest decision by the Supreme Court (and I TRULY cannot wait to hear Owen’s reaction to this one)! I am only left with one idea, and it really is Brad’s: “Damn, CJ, our world’s so fucked up. Finish growing up so you can run for President. We need someone with your common sense…” “Jesus, CJ! Do you remember when we were in New York for your birthday? I asked you to grow up already, and run for President. You just made me want it more. How the fuck did you end up being so much wiser than the rest of us?” Carlos’ stories give us hope when it is badly needed. I don’t know that I could ever conceive of a better president than CJ. I only hope I live long enough to see it happen. I need someone like him in office, and I truly believe that our country does too. Thank you, CJ, for giving us hope. And thank you, Carlos, for telling his story.
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I really, REALLY hate to push authors, so I will only say… I'm addicted!
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Defining Choices The choices we make in life define who we are, what we are, our world view, and everything about us. Most people never questioned this. ”It’s just how I am,” is often quoted. But it’s not. You are the way you are because of the choices you make. Granted, in some situations, it would be almost impossible to choose other than you have, but there is ALWAYS a choice. Each decision, each day, each minute involves choices. They are filtered through your world view, and thus throu
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No problem at all - just thinking of some of the things that have happened on my travels that might make good prompts for stories.
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I have another prompt for everyone; again it could go in almost any genre (except historical, I guess). "Dad, I promise... I would have been back already if the volcano hadn't erupted..." I actually had this happen to me in 2010 when I had traveled from the US to the Netherlands to oversee a conference - the Eyjafjallajökull volcano in Iceland erupted and disrupted air travel for a week or so. Oh, darn - I was STUCK in Amsterdam!
