Dolores Esteban
-
Posts
2,371 -
Joined
-
Last visited
Content Type
Forums
Stories
- Stories
- Story Series
- Story Worlds
- Story Collections
- Story Chapters
- Chapter Comments
- Story Reviews
- Story Comments
- Stories Edited
- Stories Beta'd
Blogs
Store
Gallery
Help
Articles
Events
Everything posted by Dolores Esteban
-
Lol. Thanks for your feedback, Bill. Glad you liked the tale.
-
Thanks for reading and leaving a review. I'm happy you liked the story.
-
Thanks for your encouraging words, KC Grim. I'm happy you enjoyed the tale.
-
Thank you, joann. Glad you liked the piece.
-
Thanks for reading and commenting, carringtonjr. I'm glad you liked the story.
-
Thank you, comicfan. I'm very happy you enjoyed the story.
-
2013 Summer Anthology Now Live!
Dolores Esteban commented on Renee Stevens's blog entry in Gay Authors News
I'm enjoying the stories. -
I was just about to post the same thoughts. A beautiful story. And I also thought Will was the right one.
-
I was appalled at the turn of events, but I'm shocked at the final line. I can't really express my feelings in words. You're very courageous.
-
An unexpected but quite appropriate approach to the theme. We see that a matter of life and death should never be dealt with rolling a dice. I wish the Elders had used their magic to free the monks.
-
We're tempted to indulge in wishful thinking and not acknowledge the facts. It won't do any good, but I understand his thoughts. Well put.
-
True. They would have have chased him forever and sooner or later they would have found him. His death is tragic, nonetheless.Thanks for reading.
-
I could not have him suffer. The poor boy stumbled accidentally into an evil plot. Luckily, Jason heard his call. He and Leonard won't give up on their search. The past and present events are connected.Thanks for reading.
-
I like Simon a lot. I would have never sent him into the darkness. But his fate is truly sad.Thanks for reading.
-
Simon was semiconscious. He was cold, his limbs were numb, and his muscles were tensed, but Simon did not pay attention. He felt dizzy and his thoughts were incoherent. The piece of cloth in his mouth had almost choked him. Simon was scared and frightened. He had no idea how much time had passed when he heard the door open again. Simon’s muscles stiffened even more when he sensed a hand on his shoulder. Someone turned him on his side and then seized his hands that were fastened on his back.
-
When I have a full day for writing and I'm very inspired, I manage 3,000 to 6,000 words a day. My best day was 10,000, my best week 50,000. But it's rare.
-
the working writer- how do you manage it?
Dolores Esteban replied to JamesSavik's topic in Writer's Circle
I work full time. I'm usually too tired to write after work, that's why I write on the weekend - not always, though - and mainly during vacations. Events like NaNoWriMo are a big challenge. I can write every evening, but only for a limited period of time and when the goal is worth it. Unfortunately, I don't have a solution. I wish I had. -
Thanks for reading! Glad you like the story.
-
Yes, time is running out fast. Unfortunately, Jason and Leonard have not yet figured out the plot. Thanks for the feedback.
-
Well, he's eighteen, was sent to the cloister at age 13. Simon reminds me of my 18 year old niece, a kind, polite, good-natured girl, but totally naive. She'd not even make it to Paris alone. Many thanks again for reading and leaving a review.
-
It was about noon when Leonard and Jason arrived at Saint-Denis, a commune in the northern suburbs of Paris. Jason’s navigation system led them to the Basilica of St. Denis. Jason parked the car. They climbed out and walked the short distance to the church. They stopped and looked at the impressive cathedral. "I have no idea how we can dig here deep in the past," Jason said. "Let’s visit the cathedral," Leonard replied. "Perhaps an idea occurs to us." They entered the building, stopped for
-
Simon moved through the streets. He tried to walk like a woman and he forced himself to walk slowly and make shorter steps. Nobody spoke to him, nobody paid attention, but Simon was feeling insecure. He was certain that all eyes rested on him and that everybody saw through his disguise and his plan. He stopped at some distance of the town’s northern exit and watched the people enter the town or leave it. The watchmen didn’t pay much attention and looked disinterestedly at the people. The watch
-
"We’re getting closer to our goal," Leonard said contentedly as they joined L’Autoroute du Nord. "No bad dreams last night, Jason?" he asked with a sideways glance. "No," Jason replied. "No dream, no voice, absolutely nothing. I slept like a baby." Leonard gave a laugh. "My bed was very comfortable. The house is beautiful and the lady is amiable. I wonder what she sees in Lambert." "Love moves in mysterious ways," Jason said lightly. "Isn’t it ‘The Lord moves in mysterious ways’?" Leonar
-
Simon was thinking. What could he do? A hasty escape, a panic-stricken flight would only play into the monk's hands. Four roads led out of town, one in each cardinal direction. Four roads and four monks. Simon was sure they were watching the town’s exits. He would never make it to England. He would never find the man Jason within only one week, but he could not hide in Paris for a long time either. A thought came to his mind. What if he returned to Saint-Denis, confided to the abbot and repented
-
The word count goal in November is 50,000, but you can choose your own word count goal in April and July. They've changed this. I wrote 20,000 words in April. I'm not yet sure if I will be participating in July, perhaps with a lower word count, 15,00 or 20,000 or so.
