Justin4Fun

Hi, I'm Justin, and I'm an Andr0geneoholic. I've found my drug! I LOVE your writing!!! As I'm reading, I can SEE Tom in the bathroom, staring at the wall as he argues with himself. I can hear him muttering, then I laugh as I watch him look around, trying to see me laughing. I'd offer to edit for you so I could read things sooner, but your writing needs no edits. BRAVO!!!

Just wait until we get to Area 51...

Not ALL busybodies are bad though. Angela Lansbury's character, Jessica Fletcher, in "Murder She Wrote" made a career out of her inherent pushy, nosey nature. Granted, those she sent to jail thought her success was something less than something to be happy about.

When I heard those words, I panicked. I had just talked about this with my friends. My throat went dry, and my eyes filled with tears. My hand went to my mouth as I said, “Dear God, no. Not again.” I suddenly felt dizzy. Dad must have read my mind because he stepped forward and wrapped his arms around me, holding me tight. He held me until I calmed down, then sat with me at the table. “From the reaction, I’m guessing you were thinking about that day with your mom?” I nodded, so he said, “I’

The more I read great stories, the more I can relate to emails I've received when I end a story. I'm sad to see this great story come to an end, but I am so grateful to have come along for the ride. I hope you find the inspiration to expand this world. If not, I very much pray that you create many more.

Wiser words were never spoken. (typed?)

You can say THAT again!

Absolutely LOVE the world that wraps itself around me when I read this. Kudos for imagination!!

Technically, the wolf's out of the bag, but yeah... to-May-to, to-mah-to

You just HAD to post it now. I'm in the middle of writing and I get the notification, and this story is like a drug... I just can't say no! I love it, I love your characters, and I love your style. I guess I'll set an alarm for this time tomorrow and plan for another reading break!

This may not be the right place for this, but I couldn't figure a better spot on the forums, so here goes. I am feeling the need to express my gratitude for those who work to host this site, and for those who reach out to help other authors. I feel extremely honored for my stories to be hosted alongside those of Comicality, Carlos Hazday, dkstories, Mark Arbour, and many others too numerous to mention. I feel especially honored that some of the ones I mentioned have contacted me about my writing with kind words and encouragement. I, like many others, was saddened to learn that we lost Carlos Hazday, and I feel fortunate to have exchanged a few brief messages with him before his passing. I hope that someday, people might say that I am 1% as good an author as he. If you're new here and need a friend, don't hesitate to reach out, as this community is more than willing to assist with almost any issue you may face as an author. I include myself in that list, and will repay my debt to this community by encouraging others to excel at their art. Again, thank you all so much.

See @Shadow086, I PROMISED they're not werewolves. They're not, they're wolf shifters. There IS a difference!!! 😇 😇 😇 😇

Well DUH!!! A stake to the heart will kill anyone!

Do I have to do a scene from "The Exorcist" with them in front of a mirror, eating garlic bread and doing something sick with a cross?

They go sunbathing next chapter... Actually, they don't, but maybe I should write it in...

It would be possible, as would several other options. I guess we'll find out.

Connor Connor slowly opened his eyes. Shamus and Carol were looking down at him with concern written all over their faces. He lifted his head and looked around to find Danny in Katty’s arms with Ronin standing beside them. He glanced out the window and saw the sun breaking over the horizon. He looked back to Shamus and asked, “What happened?” Shamus replied, “You tell me, buddy. I stopped by to check on you boys and found you asleep on the floor. Did Danny kick you out of your own

I might get a wild hair up my ..... and make you wait six weeks for that one.

Only time will tell...

Well, as much as I fight it, the 'secret' should be obvious, since I had to list genres for the story. STILL, I won't say who is what is where... Thank you SO much for the kind words. Sometimes, I feel like I don't measure up.

Who said Scott is a vampire? How can a kid be a vampire?

I smiled at him as he led me by the hand to the kitchen. Donna looked at us and smiled. “Get your drinks and sit, boys.” “Yes, sit. I think we should have a talk.” James said harshly. We froze, and I looked at Scott. He looked terrified. I squeezed his hand “It will be fine, hon. Sit and talk, OK?” When he looked at me, I could see him relaxing. He knew I was here for him, no matter what. He smiled at me and nodded, then we grabbed a drink and sat. “Thank you, Greg. I forgot

About 3/4 through the chapter it hit me. You set us up...

Aye aye, Sir!!!

Did Kit and Tom not work out and I missed it?