James Matthews

Thank you, I'm glad you are enjoying it, Mancunian. I've often said a lot of how I write stuff is from a personal perspective which I inject into the characters I create. I'm super made up you think they're accurate and up to date, so thanks again. Yeah Luke's relationship with Elaine is a tricky one to write because I didn't want her to be the same old wicked step mum type person you often find in books and films, so I'm working on their relationship as we speak. I have so many ideas so stay tuned for that playing out Luke's Dad is a simple man and I think he tries really hard to stay up to date in his young Son's life, but trips now and again. I'm really enjoying writing their storyline. Thanks for the comments, always great to hear from you guys

Friday 8:07am - Luke "Luke? Luke wake up!....... LUKE!!" "Wha... what, what's happened?" "It's gone eight, aren't you supposed to be up for work?" Dad said as I came around. "What? Oh shit my alarm. My alarm didn't go off, fuck!" "Well you better phone Derek and let him know you're going to be a bit late. Now come on, get up; you're eighteen. You shouldn't need me to get you out of bed." "God, you're grumpy this morning," I said, swinging my legs over the side.

Thanks for the comments and I'm glad you are enjoying the story, so far. Confused by your question about gipsies. Which part of the story have I used a slur?" My take on a slur is to use an unpleasant slang word for something. I'm not seeing where I have done that? Please point it out by all means. James

It's horrible to feel like that, I know that feeling personally which makes Luke's experience so real to write. The stalker is certainly upping the anti with those last messages. Kinda scary. But really exciting to write. I think Luke might need to get security camera's installed. Maybe he has already, who knows at this point I'm not sure if the guy from the fair will be there. He might not even work there anymore of might be off that night? It's all a load of "could be's" at the moment. Thanks for the comments Weinerdog, always great to get your predictions.

Friday 2:26am - Luke Four Days Later. Another bad night. Laying in bed, I don't know what to do with myself. But I know what's triggered it this time. My mind got fixated on the visit to the fair coming up in just one and a bit days now. It's been on my mind constantly, but I've had it under control. Will I be able to go? Will I look normal in front of my friends? Will it be obvious that I am looking for him on every ride, every stall? What if I see him. Will he rem

In terms of slang, even I'm glad I'm not Australian, they're even worse!

I'm glad you can relate to Luke! haha, seems I am channelling that relative of yours. 😮 I'll keep as much slang in as I can but I don't want it to become unreadable LOL Thanks for the comments Dr, always good to get your thoughts. Though I am nearly always cracking up from them

McDonalds haha - No i can't claim that to be true, but if Taz said it, it might be 🤭 Yes, some British dialect in my stories, I do try to limit it as I know most of my readers are American or Canadian. Believe me when I'm writing a lot goes in and then I have to think about it and change the word. haha. So - to "pop something up" to someone is to basically send/bring something. But yeah, I suppose in that context it was the right phrase. Perhaps Freudian slip? 🤔

Monday 10:32pm - Luke Parking up the car, I walked into the house, chucked my keys in the fruit bowl in the hall, and kicked off my sneakers, not bothering to undo my laces. "I'm home, Dad, had a great time in the end. Lee's new girlfriend seems really..." WTF! "Oh, hi Luke, this is..." "Elaine, nice to meet you, Luke; your Dad has told me lots about you," Elaine said, cutting my Dad off and surprising me as I walked into the lounge seeing them both sitting there

Hey Anton, If your feedback was meant to be critical, I never take it the wrong way. In fact I like it when people point out the "not so good stuff" it helps you learn your readers moods when writing. Of course I take your point about Puppy in the original story being different now. Obviously characters have to move along and Steven and Puppy's relationship was done complicated on purpose for a bit of drama. Saying that I can see and have had comments about how protective readers are over Puppy and I have tried to be sensitive to his well-being while writing Parts 2 and 3. But later teenage lives do bring their own challeges such as relationships, learning to be an adult and sexual tension just about everywhere you look. Rather than growing with the changing world, Puppy was let lose into it after leaving Greenstone. Is it any wonder he's gone a bit crazy? LOL 🤭 Thanks for the comments, I loved them and all the other too. James

Monday 6:57pm - Luke "Come on, we're going to be late," Taz said impatiently as I styled my hair in the mirror. "I think I put too much on. Do you think I put too much on?" "Luke, your hair looks fine; it always looks fine to me." I stepped back from the mirror in my bathroom and gazed at myself for a moment. "I don't think I can go; I feel sick." Taz looked at me in the mirror from behind and put his hands on my shoulders. He pressed his thumbs into my blades and sigh

Keith, Thanks so much for your kind words and lovely review. And, thanks for taking the time to make an account to comment. I love comments like these as it makes writing so much fun when someone likes what you wrote. A sequel? Well I'm working on another project at the moment, but I always keep options open with my existing stories as I love the characters as much as the readers, so I never say never to anything. Thanks again for stopping by to comment James

Monday 8:55am - Luke Monday at Saunders is usually quiet, which is good because I can tell you about who whole 'gay thing'. I'm calling it my gay story because, as already mentioned, it was the start of a new chapter in my life. My sexuality went from something I was slightly aware of to everyone being completely aware of. And it happened overnight! First, I gotta put the new stock on the shelf, which came in early this morning. "Don't forget to mark down those mallet

Sunday 6:13pm - Luke "Yeah, it was a bad one," I said as Taz revved his bike. "WHAT?" "YOU ASKED HOW BAD IT WAS; I SAID IT WAS A BAD ONE. Will you stop revving that, please?" "Sorry, just testing it. Look, you know who is twitching at the window curtain." "Yeah, well, I'm not surprised; your bike could render a whole street deaf." By 'you know who' Taz was talking about Edith Castle - The nosiest woman currently still alive. Nothing went on in Taz's street without

Anton, Thank you for your kind words on the Puppy series, I'm glad you liked it as much as I did creating Puppy and friends. Some interesting ideas there, I love them all. There is always a journey that has to end somewhere. At least for now I think Puppy and friends has gone as far as my own writing mind can take them. Volume 3 was always going to be shorter because in my mind the arc was smaller. It was smaller because (and I'm not ashamed to admit it) I felt even as I wrote it, apart from some key moments I needed to be explored, I was running out of steam with the main characters. I always really wanted to write Puppy a little in the future to spread light on where his more adult life had started to go. This of course was threaded around Hunter and Steven, which I felt was unresolved. But everything else in this story I think has been said. I never say never anyway. It was 6 years between For Everything you Are and For Everything You Were James

Some Doctors are not helpful as I have experienced when dealing with Mental health. One of my Doctors who I had a few years back was an old military surgeon who became a GP after coming out of the military. He was not helpful with mental health telling me that "CBT is a waste of time and pills are just addictive!" apparently to stop my anxiety issues I was to stop smoking and settle down with a family. True story!

Saturday 1:34pm Question? Why do our minds work so hard to destroy us? I read an article once that said that if you were gay, you were thirty-eight per cent more likely to have a mental health condition and twenty per cent more likely to have suffered from anxiety. Is that right? I guess it's right because some expert said it. I don't recall the article, but as I left the gym on a crisp Saturday morning, I experienced one of the most frightening panic attacks in my life. Well, actuall

"Ahh, man, I'm stuffed," Steven said, belching, and throwing the last pizza crust into the box. I had long since finished, only managing three slices; due to a pit in my stomach, I couldn't shift. "I got it," I shouted, slapping a notepad down on Steven's desk and throwing the pen at him. "Got what?" Steven asked, ducking. "I thought you were drawing." "Princess Glia, Princess Bloody Glia!" "Oh that, humph, I gave up wondering what that was about. Dunno why Mum and Dad have

The reports of my death have been greatly exaggerated.

"What's the urgent call about?" Steven asked me as I went into his room and closed the door. "Where are Mum and Dad?" I asked quickly, marching over to his window, an image in my head that they could get home any minute. "They're out for dinner! Puppy, what the fuck?" Steven had his arms stretched out wide, no top on. Fuck, I loved his body and everything about it. His skin was blemish-free, a natural tan due to his dark complexion. Wiry black armpit hair hung scraggly, bushy, l

"Please, sit down, Puppy. Cindy will be down in a minute. Would you like some tea, coffee perhaps?" I smiled at Mrs Watson and nodded. "Tea would be great." Cindy's Mum left the room, leaving me to admire the artwork in the lounge that felt like it kept getting added to. Both the Watson's loved abstract art which I learnt from my Dad was shit splashed up against a canvass and then sold for stupid money. But what did it all mean? I suppose some of it looked attractive but looking at so

Thanks for the comments, I appreciate any feedback. I'm just a humble amateur writer, so I'm sorry if there are errors. I do work hard to check the story. Purity was a complicated novel to write. I'm glad you read it, and hopefully despite my shortcomings you enjoyed it. Perhaps you'd be so kind as to message me privately if you find any errors, that way my work, which takes substantial time and with no payment, is not trashed in public. Thanks James

I need all the slack I can get. I got a low grade in geography. But Google is my friend i guess haha

Haha, so it is. Luckily it's fiction so can I be excused?

I see this chapter stirred up some passionate opinions - some in the Puppy camp, others not. I wonder where everyone will be come the end of the book? 😁 Thanks for all the comments guys, appreciate them all