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CasualWanderer82

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  1. Hope IS a beautiful word. 😉
  2. "Fun's over. You boys either do what I say, or none of you will leave this lake alive." The mysterious person forewarned. Adam's eyes squinted as he realized he knew that voice. "Father Daniel..." He whispered. "By how you three conduct yourselves, I doubt anyone would come looking for you." Father Daniel said as he came from behind his car and carefully approached the group, pointing a Remington shotgun at the leader's head. All three thugs flinched back, their eyes on the white colla
  3. You're right. "Ground" might be the appropriate word. I rank my English at a high level, but still, it's not my native tongue, so I'm bound to sometimes miss on the translation. (In my mother tongue the word floor works for both indoor and outdoor). I do all my editing. But I shall definitely revise this and take your note into consideration. Thank you!
  4. Such a great question...🤫😉 #thereisahiddenclue
  5. May he rest in peace and may his stories live on.
  6. (Sometime in the past) "Danny, get down. It's getting dark!" the blue-eyed boy hollered from the foot of the massive oak tree, his soft and gentle expression peeking between the branches. Daniel had just climbed to the top of the tree and now sat at the highest branch, facing his uncle's cornfield, patiently waiting for the glorious sun to set on the horizon. It was his favorite part of the day, and ever since he could stand on his two legs, he had been clambering his way into everythi
  7. We'll definitely be taking a "detour" in the next chapter...and that's all I'm saying.
  8. I appreciate the feedback, fellow author. Hope you enjoy the ride.
  9. Dog's Creek had been submerged in the most unrelenting rain for over four days. The fields had flooded, the dirt roads had collapsed, and the bridge to the church had been inundated, preventing anyone from passing through. Outside, the thundering storm roared with reckless abandonment. But inside the chapel, the most disarming peace reigned—a silent serenity brought on by Adam's presence. The boy had been secluded inside, under the watchful care of Father Daniel, since that fateful day he c
  10. As Damien's eyelids fluttered open, he was jolted forward by the sudden stop of the bus, coming to a halt within the expansive plaza that led to the grand entrance of the luxurious resort. A quiet yawn escaped his perfectly formed, crimson lips, stretching as his arms slowly extended. Clad in a pristine white tank top emblazoned with the emblem of the resort, his flawless, lightly bronzed complexion gleamed beneath it. At age 20, standing 5 feet 7 inches, Damien epitomized youthful splendor with
  11. Damien is a confident, driven young man who works at one of the most luxurious resorts in Barbados. But the arrival of a celebrity guest, a star NFL player, might turn his perfect world upside down...
  12. Father Daniel's car raced through the dark road, his eyes locked on the windshield, hands trembling, desperately trying to keep the steering wheel steady as the landscape rushed violently past them. "What the fuck is wrong with him?!" Thomas cried out from the back seat, holding Adam's head on his lap as the boy choked and shivered violently. The priest's eyes peeked at the rearview mirror, locking on Thomas. They were still glistening with disbelief. Just a few minutes ago, the pastor
  13. Noah has been living a seemingly peaceful life alongside his boyfriend, Shane, for the past two years. But the unannounced arrival of his older brother Joshua will set in motion events that will change them and their lives forever.
  14. "What we feel and do is beyond our control. That's our strength and our weakness." A male voice whispered in the dark. Noah's body fired from the bed, his curled raven hair bouncing forward, shooting sweat drops from its tips. His chest rushed up and down as he tried to catch his breath, eyes glistening in the dark. Next to him, a light came on, and a very handsome young man stood up, placing his hand on Noah's back. "Are you alright?" The handsome man asked. Noah nodded, his eyes
  15. [6 months earlier] "Jesus, Uncle John." Lucas chuckled. "Shut the fuck up and come here," John demanded. Lucas rushed for the chair and hopped into his uncle's lap, who enveloped the boy in his arms. "He deserved it. Fucking arrogant prick." He groaned, stuffing his face inside Lucas' neck and kissing the boy. "How the fuck are you?" He questioned. "I'm Bored. And it's barely starting," Lucas whined, pulling away from his uncle's embrace and standing up. He seemed restless as he w
  16. "Holy fuck!" William clamored as he lay on the king-size bed, his hands holding Bowie's head as it bobbed between his father's legs, his lips wrapped around the hunk's 11-inch monster, swallowing the thickest load of that evening. William chuckled with contentment, his lips stretching as he gazed down. Bo's head lifted, his deep, dark eyes sparkling with passion. In the back, Lucas played the piano. His long and delicate fingers weaved a beautifully mellow piece across the greenhouse.
  17. I wouldn't say naive, but pure. Questions to be answered. I'll dive back into it soon!
  18. I'm glad you're on board! Thank you for the feedback.
  19. I think you're on to something 🤔 🤫
  20. He works in mysterious ways...😉 Thank you for the feedback. It means a lot!
  21. I appreciate the positive feedback!
  22. Thank you for pointing it out. Although if we were to add disclaimers for everything that readers might find uncomfortable, the warning would be as long as the story itself. As GayAuthors states: "everyone has different thresholds, and it is your responsibility as a reader to avoid stories or stop reading if something bothers you. "
  23. Once upon a time, in a little town called Dog's Creek, there was a boy named Adam...
  24. "Bless me, Father, for I have sinned." The young man's voice whispered through the wooden grid, his fair skin flushing slightly. There was a momentary pause before a long sigh broke from the other side of the confessional. "Adam..." The priest muttered, sounding slightly annoyed. "What now?" He questioned, his voice reverting to a more accommodating tone. "I've been having impure thoughts, Father." The melodic, sweet voice admitted. The priest lifted his head, his eyes scanni
  25. "Stop sulking, child." Aibeleen sounded as she stepped onto the porch, her tired body leaning against the doorway as she soaked her hands with a kitchen towel. "I hate it when you call me that," William replied, his eyes locked on a large slice of freshly baked chocolate cake. "I'm not a child." He added. "Ever since your little legs could carry you around, you'd come racing down here. Whenever you had a problem or got into trouble. Not so much these days." Aibee stated as she sipped o
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