CasualWanderer82

I ain't mad.

We are yet to understand Blake as a character. But im sure we'll get there. And maybe understand why he behaves the way he does.

That's the title of chapter 5 🤭

You have? I need to step up my game then. 😉

I happen to believe the same thing.

Even in sleep, the heat of the Mississippi summer curled around Jackson, sticky and close, as if the air itself wanted to trap him inside his own dream. He stood barefoot in a field, the grass cool and wet beneath his feet. He could smell the sweet, sharp tang of honeysuckle on the breeze. And then he felt it. The heat of another body. Close. Too close. "Look at you," came a voice, deep and rough and soft all at once, like velvet dragged across wood. Jackson froze. Hi

Embrace your roots! Thank you for the sweet words. 🙏

Daisy is shaping up to become a fan favorite. And one of my favorite female characters I've ever written.

Always a pleasure to have you here @The Donling

This story is definitely more "light" in tone. That said, what would a CW story be without a little drama, hum? 😉

(Twelve Years Ago, Willow Creek's Elementary First Day) Jackson, six years old and quiet as a held breath, sat cross-legged near the door of Ms. Avery's first-grade classroom. His sunflower-stitched backpack leaned against his knee, and his name tag, Jackson B., was looped in careful cursive pinned over his heart. His blonde hair was combed and shiny. His hands folded neatly in his lap. But his eyes, they searched. He'd been watching the hallway for someone, anyone, who might sit

I've read all the comments, and there's little I can say other than express my profound gratitude for everyone who gave A Bad Education a piece of their time. The ones who joined in silence, the ones who voiced their opinions, and the ones who contributed with their thoughts and fervent assessments to the invigorating discussion that took place through the course of these twelve chapters. It's always bittersweet when I type "the end." But it's a happy kind of melancholy. I've nurtured these men's lives. I've held them in their love, their grief, their absolution, their atonement. Hopefully, I left them somewhere where they can now continue to walk on their own, beyond the borders of my imagination. Stories don't end. Not really. Not as long as there are people to read them. From the bottom of my heart to everyone reading this...thank you. See you soon on our next adventure, my friends!

New York folded into its own skin, lights dimmed, streets thinned, the city's pulse softened to a gentle throb. Nick and Bobby stood near the far end of the bookstore, just beyond a table stacked with A Bad Education. “So,” Bobby said. “Final year’s going by fast. I finished my short last month, got decent feedback, actually. Some of the guys in the editing suite think I should send it to festivals.” He smiled a little. “I might. If I ever stop tweaking the damn thing.” Nick’s ey

Gotta be honest. After writing ABE, I see this scene in a completely different angle. Thank you for sharing it.

Oh, I know @austinbiguy Was just trying to lighten the mood with a little gay sarcasm! 😉

To disagree is to question. And to question, is to promote discussion. ❤️ Not bad for "stereotypical, two-dimensional Disney villains".

Dear @John Henry I appreciate you commentary and your courage to share your experience. It warms my heart to know my story could make you feel represented in some way.

[He spoke, and voices fell to silence. "I'm not asking you to like her," Nick said, pacing slowly before the chalkboard. "Constance Chatterley is not designed to be liked. That's the genius of Lawrence. He doesn't ask us to approve of her actions. He asks us to understand them."] This was chapter 2. The irony of the last batch of comments is not lost on me...

I'm a patient teacher @Seraph28 😘

Nick is NOT what he was in the beggining. Fortunately for him. He did what he felt he had to do to get himself out of a shitty situation. Was his behavior "immoral"? That's up to the reader to decide. That's the whole point of this story...😉

Hmm, interesting. So the narcissist gets a pass, but the person emotionally stuck to a toxic relationship with him for 20 years does not. Got it.

In the words of Quentin Tarantino: "I reject your hypothesis."

Smart cookie... If you want to know how ABE ends, go to the beginning.

(Five Years Later) Dr. Elizabeth Rainer sat across from Adrian, her notebook resting on her lap, pen stilled between her fingers as Adrian shifted in his seat. Dr. Rainer cleared her throat. "You've made excellent progress," she said, voice gentle but unyielding. "Physically, especially." Adrian offered a small, clipped smile. "Progress is just another word for surviving without killing yourself." Her lips twitched slightly. "Or killing others." Adrian looked away. His j

Ain't that the truth.