CarlHoliday

I suppose it had to happen sometime . . . http://www.nydailynews.com/life-style/fashion/covergirl-names-teen-james-charles-coverboy-article-1.2827045

Thank you Lux for the review. Yes, they can't all be bad. Great things ahead including a surprise addition.

About three weeks later, as he did every Saturday, or Sunday if it rained the previous day, Will was out in the Jenkins’ yard mowing and edging the lawn, picking out weeds from the flower beds, and generally trying to be helpful to the couple he hoped to be his adopted parents rather than just foster parents. It was a partly cloudy day as opposed to mostly sunny, but the air was warm enough for him to take off his shirt and work on darkening his normally lily white skin. He had finished the fron

Geoff’s POV The insurance agent showed up a little after nine o’clock and reviewed all the damage. He called a local contractor to come in and cover the front window with plywood and write out an estimate for repairs to the living room and the bedroom above it. Luckily, neither mine, Jerry’s, or Erik’s bedroom was damaged from the fire, though there was definitely the smell of petroleum scented smoke throughout the house. The agent said he would arrange for a cleaning company to come in and was

I was interested in Clint's inability to understand numbers and the manipulations thereof. My son has math dyslexia and early in his schooling his teachers kept saying he'd finally figure it out. Well, he never did and now has to use a calculator for the simplest arithmetic. You could take this a long ways with Clint because it is a recognized developmental disability. I wonder if his father is aware of the problem. I'm still troubled with Zane's father and the problems he causes with his son. I would like to see something good happen, but I think Zane's disability is more than he can handle. And, now there is Zane's relationship with a boy whose father is a mere laborer. Unless something drastic happens, I can only see dark skies ahead for Zane and his father.

This morning I had a squamous cell carcinoma removed from my left ear by Mohs surgery. Since I'm allergic to all analgesics other than aspirin and the clinic I went to didn't prescribe a pain killer, I'm taking my aspirin and living with the pain. But, as the discharge paper said, it will get better day by day. The next chapter of WWW is progressing. We may actually be coming to a finalization of the story. 319 is approaching an on hold status unless I can figure a way to get chapter 6 to go from 2300 words to something more. I think I'll go have a lie down and hope tomorrow is a better day. Oh, if anyone asks, Windows 10 is a piece of shit and Outlook isn't much better. (Is it just me or has anyone else noticed they no longer receive emails from certain contacts, even when those contacts are on your safe list?)

I really don’t know where this is going. I’m out of words to put into my current stories and so I resort to listening to music. My choice tonight is Bob Dylan. I could have chosen The Beatles, Eric Clapton, or The Travelling Wilburys, but I didn’t. I’m not really into modern music because there seems to be no logic to the available choices. Music can go only so far until it starts to repeat itself. If anything, I’m at a loss to what might happen in the future. My only point of reference at this moment in time is the removal of the bit of cancer on my left ear on January 29 and my next appointment with my psychiatrist on October 4. My legs and feet are swollen so much that I can barely bend my knees to put on my socks. My feet are so swollen that walking is somewhat difficult. Looking on Google, I might be in the early stages of heart failure. My father died of stage 4 prostate cancer compounded by congestive heart failure. He was 52 when he died, I’m 67. That he was an alcoholic probably went a long way to contributing to his death. Technically, I’m still an alcoholic. At this point in time I am suffering from a significant level of depression. I’ve been here before and know what it feels like. It’s debilitating in its overall effect upon my psyche and day to day life. There are many things I’d like to do, but I can’t. The only positive thing in my life at this moment in time is my first Social Security check being deposited in my bank account in December. With any luck, I’ll be able to begin traveling in 2018 or 2019. I look forward to taking a train trip, even if it is only as far as Chicago. I will continue to attempt to keep adding to the stories that I am posting to GA, but for all intents and purposes I cannot promise future if additions will be posted in any convenient timeframe. That is as much as I can promise at this time.

Jerry's POV “I still can’t believe your cock is so big,” Dave said as he came up from the thing after giving me the third blow-job of our relationship. It was different this time as if he had a lot more experience than he first let on. I could have sworn he took my cock deep into his throat, nearly brushing his nose into my pubes. “Good Norwegian genes,” I said. “Where is the professor and that new boy?” “They went into Rochester to get Erik a new clarinet and some clothes. They’ll be back s

Thank you William for the very interesting critical review. When I was driving a semi rig around the US in the aughts I would see some truckers who had a young boy or girl living with them in their truck. I suppose most people would assume the child was the son or daughter, but in some cases the child didn't have any resemblance to the adult and that got me to thinking. So, after a number of years I was finally able to come up with a story that brought together those suppositions. Whether any of this is true or "real" is open to speculation.

Chrysoprase, thank you for your review. At first I didn't quite know what to say in response to your issues with "William Walter Williams" and "319 Winesap Lane". For the record, each story that I write that delves close to the GA rules against intergenerational stories I have check with the GA "authorities" prior to publishing. Many of my stories do go where few would desire to go. Specifically speaking of "William Walter Williams", I wanted to write a story about a boy who is sold into sexual slavery and is raised as a child prostitute; and, then, suddenly, he is pulled out of that environment and has to learn how to be a "normal" person. Where is this story going? I can't actually say as I do not write from outlines. I can see a very tragic end, but I just don't know how I'm going to get Will to that point.

Thanks Rocky for the sort of reviews. One never knows in the world of Carl Holiday whether a character will survive or not. At present, Will has a juncture coming in his life. On the right, he lives and goes on to achieving some sense of the normalcy he seeks. On the other path, his very life maybe in jeopardy to the point of unexpected death. Let us all hope he chooses the correct path.

“Welcome back William,” the doctor said as he walked into the room where Will sat in a straight backed chair at a small table in one of the reception rooms where children were inducted into Green Meadows. “I don’t know if you remember me. I’m Dr. Widmark, the night psychiatrist, but I fill in on weekends, too. You weren’t gone very long.” “Just a week,” whispered Will as he stared at his hands that were loosely clasped on the table. “That’s awfully quick; what happened?” “I don’t know; it’s k

And, so, we come to the nearly never ending tale of David and Twoey. All in all, a great story with the multiple POVs driving the plot. I suppose the only disappointing facet of the story is the last chapter. It’s my feeling that it should have been from David’s POV if only to tie the beginning to the end. I’m not so much troubled by all the unanswered questions about David’s mysterious childhood and his relationship with his family. An author doesn’t have to fill all the holes to make a story work. To do otherwise you run the risk of turning a love story into an explicit history, which wasn’t the point of your story from the very beginning (Chap. 2) when David inexplicitly ran from Twoey’s presence and then began to worry he was gay. And, that set the stage of their eventual acceptance and bonding. My only complaint would be that some of the side stories didn’t seem to have much to do with the eventual outcome and only seemed to have been added so as to give an extreme degree of adolescent sexual fervor to the far edges of the main story. Again, thank you for giving us, your readers, an excellent view into the sometimes troubled adolescent mind.

What a wonderful story, Cynus. From Clint's ineptitude at coming out to his final confrontation with the homophobic ogre Sheila, I've anxiously waited for each chapter to see where Clint's life would lead him and if he would ever get in a position where he'd be able to come out to the school as a whole. Great fictional account of maybe an idyllic gay high school story. And, a sequel, looking forward to that.

Thanks for the review SD. Yes, there are a lot of possibilities ahead for Geoff, but dark clouds loom on the horizon.

Geoff's POV “Thank you for coming to my office on such short notice,” the Provost said. “Have a seat, Professor Johnson, I need to discuss something with you.” I sat down in a chair on the other side of the desk and immediately noticed how uncomfortable it felt. This had to be about Jerry. It was Friday afternoon and classes had been in session for four days, about the length of time it would’ve taken for the gossip mill to go around campus about the first-year living with me in that great big

Thank you for the review droughtquake. Yes, each chapter concerns a different character. Since we're early in the story, a bit of confusion could be possible if you're not use to reading stories not written in a traditional format. What I see happening in this story is it won't necessarily be about the people, but more about the house. Coincidences happen, that's just the way life works sometimes. I'm not familiar with the story "The House on Linden Walk" and, interestingly, when I searched for it on GA I couldn't find it. Is it perhaps on a different story site?

Erik's POV I went into the restroom thinking I had to puke from the MacDonald’s burger and fries Mr. Arnold bought me, but when I came out about fifteen or so minutes later and saw that the van was gone, I didn’t know what to think. I walked over to the picnic table we had used in the little park beside the Erie Canal and saw my suitcase with an enveloped lying on top of it with the word “FAGGOT” scrawled across it with a pencil. I sat down on the bench and stared at the envelope. I don’t know

Yesterday was my sixty-seventh birthday. I got a free B-52 at the Ixtapa in Sultan; plus, I had two shots of Oban single malt Scotch. As birthdays go, it was tolerable. For all that happened yesterday, I’m bored with life; due to changes in my meds I’ve gained over 30 lbs. in the past year; my cataracts are worsening to the point where I get a new prescription every six months; I've got skin cancer on my ear; I can’t drive more than a couple miles to the grocery store and definitely not out on the highway at highway speeds because being bipolar makes me too inattentive to keep track of what I’m doing; and, more importantly, it’s harder to write. I think I just don’t give a shit anymore. Somethings just aren't all that important.

At least there are still four days before the 31st when Danny's prediction is due to occur. So, all of David's current planning might not lead to anything. There's hope that Twoey and the team will be able to get to David and save him from himself. From my personal experience, suicide rarely requires a lot of planning. It is usually a "spur of the moment" kind of thing. One moment you're alive, the next you're doing your best to off yourself. So, the more David procrastinates the better his chances of living. And, we can totally forget his dysfunctional family (with the exception of Tommy) from lifting a finger to help.

Thanks Skinny for the wonderful review. Yes, Jeremy has his problems, but getting Will down to Daleville would require a bit of transmutative manipulation that I don't think could work without you giving up a pretty good, though randy, character.

Thanks for the review rocky. As this chapter only represents one week in Will's existence outside Green Meadows, Will's continuing opportunity for psychological counseling is yet to come.

Thanks for the review jay. As for being a sex slave, Will was only acting on his prior life. Lucky for him, though, changes are afoot.

For the first time he could remember, Will was so excited he was beside himself. He was going home. Well, not to his home, though he hoped one day it would be. Syl and Artie Jenkins had agreed to take him in and raise him as their foster son, maybe even at some point in the future formally adopt him. He looked forward to the possibility of having a real last name instead of one made up by the FBI. A volunteer organization that provided clothes and other items to residents of Green Meadows, the p

Thanks for the review Roland. Thanks for the tip on the ethnic issue. Out here in the West it seems a little different. Not blatant, but still out there. But there is a surprise coming in Jerry's relationship with Dave.