Difficult
My first day of middle school/secondary school. So I could change things and make myself a better person tbh
I wasn't very normal at that age, in fact i was a freak
Heh, i may have not turned out gay! Hang on, no! I'm incredibly happy being gay
Hey Guys
If anyone would like to discuss my new story 'There are many Angels' then here's the place to do it
Review and then discuss if you want to and give reputation if you want to
John xx
Hope everyone enjoys themselves this weekend Hoping to come along in August if we can set an earlier date but we shall prep for that if this one is a success
Enjoy
Two favourite authors
Author 1 writes with quite a childish style but their narrative style is quite effective. Writing everything from teenage angst to vampires with a lust for other boys.
Author 2 writes lustfully. They are a perfect example of how a writer and painter should be like. I find them inspirational.
Awww nephy that was beautiful You have developed in writing and now your 'sex' scenes are far more intimate and they seriously affect the plot. Silver is falling back into his old ways, but who can blame him? Repetitiveness in nature can make the mind revert to child state. Hope he makes it out safe and sane.
I allow myself to take a break when i get stressed. Work for 20 minutes take a 5 minute break as my school mentor says.
Clear Breathing helps too Like Tai Chi but not as technical. Just bringing your arms in and throwing them out when you breathe out and imagine you are blowing the stress away I do that when it gets too bad.
Relax, have a cup of tea, chat to the hubby
My two cents
Scene Two
Same. Estragon enters.
Estragon: Something that must be done.
Vladimir Follows.
Vladimir: We cannot do it.
Estragon: Something to be done.
Vladimir: Waiting.
Estragon: Nearly dying.
Vladimir: Waiting For God.
Estragon: I thought it was Godot.
Vladimir: I thought it was Pozzo.
Estragon: Pozzo?
Vladimir: Doesn’t matter
A rope
Vladimir
Estragon
Lucky
Godot?
Boy
Scene One
A bare stage. A tree stands at the back with fruit bearing from it. The characters never notice the fruit. The stage with wooden boards. The proscenium arch has carvings of Grecian myths and the only entrances to the stage each have a carving of a Greek god above them. Dionysus stage left, Zeus stage right. Vladimir enters. He snorts in his own personal laughter. He walks across the stage to the tree. He leans.
Vladimir:
I know this is going to seem a bit weird…
And I don’t want it to sound like a film like ‘The Ring’ or ‘Apocalypse Now’ but I can do something that no one else can do.
I can speak to dead people.
I speak to Nan all of the time, she is doing quite well. She popped round Elvis’ house for a good old game of Monopoly the other day and then played Jesus at Badminton.
I also try to speak to those who suffered.
You know, AIDS. The dreaded disease.
I try to talk to them and carry out wh