Shit, I haven’t cried like that over a story in a long time. Not for his dad, but for James. He stood up to Sam. Dad was going home. Then life pulled the rug out from under him. Evan will get him through. James will help his mom through.
Others wondered if Sam would show up for the funeral. I wonder if he’ll respond to the calls before it’s too late for him to go.
Claude Moreau walked into his kindergarten class just looking for trouble. His older brother, Francois, told him he had to watch out for the fags. Claude trusted Francois because he was almost four years older. Claude thought that made him a big boy, and smart.
Francois defined fags as anyone smaller and skinnier than himself. Claude learned that misguided lesson well. Claude was rather short; but he was stocky. The odds were very good he’d see boys skinnier than him, not so much shorter.
Edward Lamont moved with his parents to Clinton, Tennessee the summer after turning five years old. He had been looking forward to kindergarten in his old town, and that easily transferred to Clinton.
It wouldn’t take very long once he got to school before things occurred to make him think he’d end up hating the move.
This is a much delayed spin-off from the two-part Clinton Boys series. We’re reacquainted with Ed Lamont and Claude Moreau, two boys whose paths meet and over the span of almost a decade, culminate in disaster.
Reading or being familiar with the Clinton Boys series isn’t necessary. In fact, if you haven’t read it, you won’t be exposed to a number of spoilers should you decide to skip it. But feel free to go back and read it afterward. Heehee.
I can't say about other artists. The only other guitar I know was named is/was Brian May's Red Special. I guess that means it doesn't have to be female.
Yeah, it's dark, but I toned down the worst of it because of the age range the worst happened.
I think I’m with you there on 2 being a little better. But they are very similar. Some of the other alternate versions are quite different than their first.
Monday morning, Fabian found it difficult to get motivated to head to the studio. It was nearly quarter after ten when he walked in. The band could tell immediately that something was bothering him.
Nigel welcomed him, “Good morning, Fabian. You don’t look so hot. Someone die? And, hello Russell.”
Neither Fabian nor Russell replied.
Yves caught on first, “He’s gone?”
Fabian could only nod while wiping away a tear.
Ryan commented, “Damn. I was figuring he’d be around a wh
Both the music and vocals are generated by the AI. I supplied the lyrics and some variables about the music. Tempo, instruments voice characteristics, etc.