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  1. Johnathan Colourfield
    AWWWWWWWWWW That was so cute I love the main couple and the use of tattoos haunting your life forever. Perfection!
  2. Johnathan Colourfield
    What an interesting twist well done
  3. Johnathan Colourfield
    An intriguing insight into the AIDS Epidemic and the story of an insane nun. But by my reading i find it to be much deeper than that Well done!
  4. Johnathan Colourfield
    Dark. Sad. Beautiful. The use of memory is just excellent
  5. Johnathan Colourfield
    Fascinating. Absolutely Fascinating! Just the transformation from picture to physical being is just wow Very sexually frank, good read
  6. Johnathan Colourfield
    My goodness Such a short sweet tale, i like it The twist at the end is awesome cia congrats!
  7. Johnathan Colourfield
    How intriguing It's very interesting I like the shape and the form and the way you do two different poems in one situation Lovely
  8. Johnathan Colourfield
    Oh how sad I like it Short and sweet
  9. Johnathan Colourfield
    My goodness What an excellent story Lots of twists i may have to read more of your stuff
  10. Johnathan Colourfield
    Dimitri Of course, the lighting was apparent around figure that stood next to the font. It shone straight through a small stained glass window onto the floor around his feet. An attractive woman approached him and sat behind him upon one of the benches. It was night. It was dark. A great time for all things evil to express themselves. She opened her lips and began to speak but decided to stop herself. It was not the time to speak. The time to speak would be coming soon for her to raise her
  11. Johnathan Colourfield
    i'm a bit of each, BAC XD
  12. Johnathan Colourfield
    The turbulence made Erica feel rather queasy as she stared at the supposedly perfect face of her flight attendant. “And your exits are here, here and here...” Erica yawned and murmured, “Okay. Just get on with it; we want to be there by tomorrow.” Tony darted a look at her from the next seat, “We all have to sit through it in case the plane randomly decides to blow up.” Tony giggled as Erica gave him a glare and he quickly silenced himself. “Should you require the use of the lavatory, there
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    The clock chimed 6am as the paper boy arrived with the morning news. The day was Sunday, the 28th June 1959. The headline blared “Minister For The Environment In Seaside Sex Scandal”. The phone rang loudly and a shout could be heard from Erica’s room... “Who in god's name is calling at this bloody hour?” Ivan woke up with a shock and realised that Brandon was no longer next to him... “How odd...” he whispered to himself. He then noticed Brandon’s note and sighed to himself. “I knew he wouldn’t
  14. Johnathan Colourfield
    He could barely recognize the room that was laid out before him. The lights from outside shone into the room and the scene looked magnificent. Ivan smiled to himself at the set up he was able to arrange. Along the wall was a line of candles, all with their own romantic scents, giving the room the aroma that it needed. On the sofa was a throw blanket... ready, in case they wanted to use the sofa. Ivan had no idea what Brandon had planned. All he knew was that it would be the night he had been wai
  15. Johnathan Colourfield
    A light-sounding tune was being played against the vocal backdrop of the lake water being affected by the extreme winds that were roaring through the area that night. The waves of the lake began to crash against the bridge and you wouldn’t believe that it could be safe to be out in that evening. When you looked around, there were people taking shelter in corners and under trees. If you were to look into the café, you would notice that the light-sounding tune was coming from it. The party was i
  16. Johnathan Colourfield
    'Every Little Thing She Does Is Magic' is a novella following the themes of Love , Betrayal , Hope and Deception. We follow mainly the lives of Erica , Tony , Ivan ,and Mellissa. I never said this was a happy tale , i didnt say it was a sad tale either. Its just not for the faint of heart..
  17. Johnathan Colourfield
    The clock chimed five o’clock as Erica turned around and picked up her coffee mug. The clock on the wall stated the date to be “27th June 1959”. Why she had to have a clock with a date wherever she went was beyond any of her friends. She stared up and noticed her cat crawling along the corridor. She sighed to herself, went over and picked her up. She started to stroke it protectively. She stared at the cat and said to herself, “You are the only one who has stayed loyal to me ... I wonder if he i
  18. Johnathan Colourfield
    The noise from outside began to disturb what was happening inside the restful place that was commonly known as Café Sierra. It was empty apart from very few people, as it often was. They were regular loyal customers who would never leave the place, even if it closed. That was the way of some people in the fifties, people stood by what they believed and never really moved on from their ways. Don’t believe me; ask anyone who grew up in the forties and fifties. Along the shore of Lake Sierra stood
  19. Johnathan Colourfield
    Sitting on the corner of the cabinet was a set of ordinary house keys. Nothing special about them. A cat crawled from her desperate darkness in the corner, where she was accustomed to sitting. She leapt majestically from the floor to the top of the cabinet where the keys were set. A Radio in the corner of the room began to play a recognizable tune until the radio voice began to speak, “Hey you cool cats and foxy ladies, the year is 1969 and we are hot here at B98.5FM in sunny Georgia and we are
  20. Johnathan Colourfield
    From where she sat, it was far from clear how important this place would be in her future. She'd always thought places had no intrinsic importance, but these next few years would prove her wrong. She'd be returning to the same places, sometimes for good events, but often for bad. It was 1959, nearly the Swinging 60s. This was the era in which she'd have to raise her son, born a bastard. It wasn't his fault; she'd been foolish. She hoped not to tell the story, if not for her son's reputation
  21. Johnathan Colourfield
    Chapter 4 From within the darkness the creatures sat, waiting for their next victim. Wanting to taste more blood but not the blood of their own kind. Professor Cross’ blood was not pure enough, they needed a boy. A boy’s blood. A boy of purity. A boy like Eric… ** The two boys knocked nervously on the headmasters door and looked into each other eyes. They could both see the fear that they both felt. ‘Come in’ the headmaster pronounced in pain. Calvin was the first to speak out of the two b
  22. Johnathan Colourfield
    It was dinner time that even when I walked towards where I usually sat in the dining hall and I felt someone staring at me. It was strange. It was as if someone knew of my “special appointment” with the headmaster. I looked across the tables and noticed all the students were already engulfed into their sick inducing food but that was when I noticed there was something different. The staff that were missing were back at the table. They were just sitting there. Staring. Staring at me. Staring into
  23. Johnathan Colourfield
    It was Tuesday morning and that meant it was time to take our new extensive classes. I started to get myself dressed and just as I was putting my underwear on, Jesse burst through the door. He was a tall kid with long brown hair and jagged teeth. You know, the kind of teeth you think are gonna jump on you and kill you at any time. Of course, anything like that is total bollocks but you can still believe, can't you? "Morning, numb-nuts." This caused me to jump and fall onto my knees in shock. I
  24. Johnathan Colourfield
    A story about Eric, an ordinary boy in an extraordinary circumstances. This boy is thrusted into a dangerous world. Little did he know, that he has an extreme importance, An importance that can never be removed...
  25. Johnathan Colourfield
    Different. That’s what I always was. The kid who was different. My name is Eric by the way, I'm 5 foot 5, and yes, I know I am short, but live with it. My hair is long and blond, I get called a girl sometimes. Apparently my best asset is my eyes, I have dazzling blue eyes. Well, that’s what the girls tell me, "Eric, your eyes could charm anyone senseless." Right... so why haven't I got anyone? Oh yeah, because I AM DIFFERENT. I have friends; well people who I think are my friends. Well, where
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