Johnathan Colourfield

An office is a simple place, but this office was a home for someone. It was a home for Ash when his father was working. Realistically, everyone was going to believe the London accountant story. Having to travel for hours each day, leaving at 5 getting back at 2 was a great cover story for any agent. He was on the simple 6-1 shift every day apart from a Sunday. His bosses were Christian so they believed in the day of rest. If people would only read the paperwork. They would be able to find

AWWW Mark you can do it Four more steps, just take them one at a time. Doesn't matter if it takes 6 minutes, it doesn't even matter if it takes 6 months. We believe you can do it just think of the reward afterwards. Simple yet beautiful poem

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My new story has been released onto GA.Stories The Woman's Game: The Book of Genesis is the title of the first half and afterwards the second half will be posted when it is written. https://www.gayauthors.org/story/johnathan-colourfield/thewomansgame Enjoy reading and leave me honest reviews Love Johnathan xx

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so glad that you enjoyed yourself West It was wonderful to meet both you and Paya and i can understand what Nephy meant by 'dry' humour hehe Good news for you to be moving to Paya My goodness over the events of Sunday I will have to grill others to find out what exactly happened

Hello guys Well, its been a tough couple of weeks with writing. I was having some SERIOUS issues with getting the words out and onto the page. However, I met a certain author called Nephylim on Saturday and that was when I realised i was lacking a certain amount of passion when I write. Plus my angle of approach was all wrong. I dont need to do Lugh's method later, I need to do it now. I just churned out 700 words of a scene in half hour using Lugh's method and Nephy's idea of just splurging words onto a page and stuff. Plus i stepped forward in the plot to add in little bits that i wants to write in Having met everyone from GA on saturday, it has sparked that fire in my writing that i so desperately needed. A physical recognition of being able to have a good collection of readers is brilliant. Just brilliant. I started Womans Game Part 2 this last week and it is going very well, i have 5k already and i'm not even onto Chapter 3 yet. All going well. Just polishing Woman's Game and it will be ready for publishing on here soon. Hopefully 2-3 weeks Angel is in the corner waiting Hehe My beta is moving house and is incredibly busy so i've just said do it when you have the chance Hopefully i will get it back so I can write the second half of Book 3 and then get it edited and bobs your uncle hello end of a trilogy **shock** I nearly have a triology of around 100k *shock** Then my other two projects i have put aside until a time when i have finished Woman's Game 2. I was spreading myself WAY too thin so i wasnt able to concentrate on the characters of one story, I was having to concentrate on them all, which made my writing go down hill. Quality vs Quantity. I'm going for Quality now, not Quantity I'm hoping at one stage to get to a point where i can use both! I'm also having issues with writing my Anthology Play 'Any Human Heart' for December. I haven't written a play in such a long time, I'm finding it difficult to get the format and the dialogue correct. Also, portraying the characters as 3-D is incredibly difficult in the Drama field. Ah well i will soldier on... I suppose. I just get so excited when I come to write. I had to stay up to write this story just because its working and the plot is making sense and I love it when a plan comes together! Also, i'm visiting museums more often! They give me a plethora of ideas. Plus museums are shiny, dont you think?

The walls were plastered in almost ancient posters of the German advance with Britain being the last force left. Winston Churchill wasn’t a man that could easily be knocked down from his pedestal. Never did he in his days of saying, ‘Never in the field of human conflict was so much owed by so many to so few’, give up on what he wanted. And here they were, in the war rooms that he once sat in and co-ordinated our forces. Churchill was a leader of wars, even though he wished he didn’t have to go t

I didn’t know where I was. I was dreaming. It wasn’t my fault; oh goodness it wasn’t my fault. I remember. I remember that someone did it to me. I could sense that I was in the darkness. I could sense the birds chirping and the woodpeckers pecking at a fresh tree in the forest. But then I tried to shuffle forward and felt that I was on a small piece of stone and I started to smell the cooking from above; the smell coming from a grate; I realised that I was in some sort of basement.

The Mayans held a secret that has remained hidden for so many years but that secret has been revealed to the wrong people. The Skulls have been found and The Shrouded One and The Spirit will rise… Again.

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haha i had a similar thing but not so extreme

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I had the same feeling when i first joined. I had always written little things but i have never really got through to actual readers. When i joined here i started to post about a year after and i was happy with the response. Mostly positive and one or two critical comments Then I met some wonderful people like Lugh, Demetz, Tiger, Myr etc. after joining and then the new people just kept falling in like yourself, the mini you that is Maria and the darling that is Cia. I couldn't believe that I had made so many amazing friends. GA has changed my life, before GA i was shy, quiet and i wouldn't speak to anybody. Now i feel so emotionally and physically liberated its amazing. I also through this place learnt what it was to love. If you read my story 'Scars Upon Your Heart' it is the tale of when i first joined and the boy i first had a crush on. I love this place It is like a second home. I've made so many friends and i have so many more to make. I'm so excited to finally meet a few of my good friends in August and to see the faces behind the screen. Especially Yours Nephy! Thank you everyone on the moderation team who keep this place together. Without it, I wouldn't be the person I am today

Has anything every inspired you to write?A line in a song? random quote? even a line in a conversation? Im going to give you a line. you can write as much or as a little as you want. I'd like to see what you come up with. Under a canopy of fluorescing stars that were all too quick to fade. The stars were bright that evening. They were sat together under the sky. ‘The skies are multicoloured. Why Jarrod?’ The child was worried. ‘Because the stars are moving. See a shooting star.’ The

Hello everyone I haven't done much writing lately because i've been taking a lesson from Lugh He's been teaching me about Planning and Plotting All very good I was very heavy on planning spending a third of the text planning which is stupid. But now I use only around 10% to plan something so YAY Very proud of myself. I have my amazing beta's still wandering through my work They work wonders <3 From Lugh's writing lesson i have two new stories that i've developed. A HP Fan Fiction (Around 30k planned) and then a Whore House story (Around 27k planned). I also have a story with a writing class that finishes next week So all in all i'm doing well I submitted my Legends Anthology I still need to write my Aftermath, I'm doing a stage play. Which if i'm unsuccessful i'll just change it into a short story There is always a back up I dont have a question this time Thanks Lugh

“What do you plead boy…” “Guilty.” “Then I sentence you to…” ** The Boy awoke. He looked around. He was in some kind of hospital bed. There were wires coming from him in every direction. You could hardly tell the difference between boy and wire. ‘Mother?’ the Boy cried out weakly. ‘I’m over here son.’ She spoke in her calm tone. ‘Come closer, I cannot see you.’ ‘You see, the doctors told me to keep at a safe distance.’ ‘Why mummy?’ ‘Because you are not safe.’ She ey

Life repeats. Everyone lives then everyone dies. But what would you do, if you kept reviving? What would you do if you had no choice in the matter? And what would you do if someone just kept killing you without knowing how or why? Follow me as you discover one of the darkest fallen angels of this, or any time…

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Exercise One: Place yourself or a character/s in a high-speed chase. What are the circumstances that led to it? What are the consequences? It really wasn’t my fault. I dived into the car, afraid of what had happened back then. Someone shot into my back window and I ducked. Do you know how hard it is to drive when you can’t see much of the road ahead of you. Well, I had seen my mother off to her keep fit class and noticed the bald men in the black van behind me. I thought nothing of it a