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CasualWanderer82

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  1. Adrian is definitely a complicated being. Aren't we all! Thank you for following this journey with me @Seraph28
  2. (Five years earlier) Nick sat on the weathered bench beneath the gnarled jacaranda tree, its curling branches trembling lightly. The courtyard hummed, students passing between lectures, footsteps softened by the carpet of lavender petals scattered over the paving stones. His eyes drifted from the worn spine of the book in his hands to the sun-streaked walkways. Then came a pause in the light. A shadow, tall and lean, darkened the corner of his page. Nick looked up, already knowing who
  3. I plan on picking up this project again @Jeff Burton hopefully, soon!
  4. Speaking as if he knew where we would end up. Or where we have always been...
  5. This is a "meta" reference to Caleb Carter, from Man Up. This is set in college, so it's happening a couple of years after the events of the last chapter of MU. (I can't really elaborate on that in the comment section since it'd constitute spoiler territory for people who haven't read it). Although in the context of A Bad Education Caleb's presence doesn't make it mandatory for anyone to read Man Up.
  6. This chapter was actually a spur of the moment thing. Wasn't really planned. My last project was very tough on me. I've been slowly learning to trust my instincts and not rush the "process". I feel its making me a better writer, too. Thank you for reading @austinbiguy
  7. This could be the tagline for this project. I might borrow it @Cane23 as always, a wonderful, poignant analysis.
  8. "Uncomfortable" might just mean that our minds are being challenged. As one of my readers said: this story is a meditation. On life. On love. And on the intricacies of the human spirit. Thank you for reading @Gary L
  9. Thank you @Seraph28 for such sweet words and for your encouragement.
  10. (Five years earlier) The classroom was quiet now. Desks stood like orderly patrols, each still warm with the memory of minds wrestling with ideas too big to be contained. Sunlight poured across the floor in long golden slashes, catching the edge of Nick's desk as he gathered his notes with methodical grace. His fingers lingered over a copy of Madame Bovary, its corners worn, spine curved to the weight of many rereadings. He ran a thumb over the underlined passages like one might trace
  11. Hmm...I'm no anatomy expert but I always thought the taint comprised the area between the testicles and the sacrum. But after a quick search I realized I was wrong. It stops at the anus. I don't think it's even a word I use that much. Nothing a little editing won't fix. Thank you for poiting it out @A Pal
  12. I'm taking this as the biggest compliment. Thank you!
  13. Stop "outing" me @Cane23 😜
  14. He's one of the most ambiguous yet fascinating characters I've created. For sure.
  15. This particular story is perhaps my biggest exercise on the nature of long-term relationships. Their longevity depend on constant "negotiation" from both parties. In Nick and Adrian's case, the terms of that negotiation are heightened by both men's unwillingness to see each other for who they truly are. That might be changing, though...
  16. I think it's clear by the end of this chapter that Nick is anything but a victim. I wrote chapter 2 and 3 back to back, hence the small gap between the two. Unfortunately, chapter 4 might take a bit more to pop up. Caleb's cameo is just me trying to be a little "meta" and wink at my readers. He was quite a popular character. 😉
  17. As always @Cane23 a beautiful, thoughtful analysis. I dare say your comments make me seem more of a 'genius' than I probably am.
  18. Humbled that you took the time to comment @Gary L I hope you enjoy the story.
  19. (Five years earlier) The soft clatter of papers shuffled under Nick's fingers. He sat at his desk, sleeves rolled up, collar loosened, a pen held like a scalpel as he carved through essay after essay. His brow furrowed in annoyance at one particularly mangled thesis about Madame Bovary, the kind of shallow reading that weaponized SparkNotes and betrayed a total disregard for irony. "Flaubert didn't create Emma Bovary so you could judge her," he muttered, scribbling a sharp "Unpack your
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