Amnesia by Dolores Esteban
Inspector Graves wiped the sweat from his forehead as he walked down the path to the big entrance of the mansion. The sun was high. It was a hot summer day in August 1903. It had not rained for days.
A bee was humming close to Graves’ ear. The inspector angrily waved away the insect. Graves looked right and left. Rosebushes lined the path. Yet the leaves were dry. The plants needed water.
Graves approached the entrance and rang the bell. A minute or two
She's Not What She Seems by Dolores Esteban
We were sitting on the stairs in front of the club, looking into the distance. 5 am. Day was already dawning.
“Why, Natalie?”
“Why? I love it. I like it. I do enjoy it. It’s a game. A game I cannot stop to play. I sit and I watch them. I watch their eyes. I control this game. They are not aware, but I am. I return their looks when I decide that I want to.”
“A guy usually comes over to invite me for a drink. I just sit a
Letters of Love by
Dolores Esteban
Transcending night and day
We explore the realm of love
A realm unknown, out of this world
Eternal and beyond compare
Dear Edouard,
It’s early in the morning. It is dark, everything is silent. I feel a deep grief in my heart. At the same time, I anticipate a new morning. We parted without a promise, knowing that time will work against us. But I cannot forget. I do not want to forget. Edouard, you have captured my heart.
He was still waiting for the dazzling white light that announced the arrival of the transmitter cabin. Slowly, though, Adonis realized that something had gone terribly wrong.
Pale Moon Rising by Dolores Esteban
A pale moon was rising on the horizon. Adonis de Clark was sitting on the hard ground. He shivered as he looked at the violet sky. Adonis had waited motionless for almost ten hours. He was still waiting for the dazzling white light that announced the arrival of the transmitter cabin. Slowly, though, Adonis realized that something had gone terribly wrong.
The transmitter cabin had brought him to Makat, third planet of the Lucian solar system
My novel is set in England, 1314 to 1318 probably. I started to do some research on King Edward II and his favorites. I'll start right after the battle of Bannockburn. I ought to do more research, but I think I won't have the time to. So, I'll write the story - more or less - as it comes to me. I did so last year and I finished in time. So I'm confident it will work out fine again this year. Provided I'll finish my story, I will fill in the historical details when editing the novel.
Your outline sounds great. Hopefully, I'll see your story posted here some day. I wish you good luck
I like your story a lot. You managed to convey Cliff's feelings. I felt the sadness. I just hope Cliff took the right decision and has not left for good.
Your stories are weird and I never really have a clue of what is going on. But that exactly grabs my attention. I like the symbolism. I'm connecting to your stories, fragments more, and I feel the need to put the parts together, solve the riddle and find out the truth. I look forward to reading the whole dark mystery thriller one day.
Well, I had a hard time reading and finishing your story. Our preferred writing styles are entirely different. Your style of writing is very flowery. I was under the impression of reading the diary of a sixteen years old school girl. Now, don't get me wrong, please. I loved The Lord's Sacrifice, and I guess your style of writing fits best those kinds of stories. Honestly, you're good at it. Taking up the topic of light and dark was a good idea. But you scratched on the surface. Explore it to more depth and choose a more adequate background. You'd draw your readers in, I guarantee.
I didn't see the obvious and I had no clue of where you were going with the story. I think I was a bit distracted by my own story that is a sci-fi story as well. I expected a similar story maybe. This is definitely not a good approach to reading a story.
So, well, I was surprised by the ending. I liked the concept of the story. Like others said, it's my first story on asexuality as well. I like how you pick up uncommon topics and develop them slowly and somehow casually. I didn't feel forced to read on the subject. I also like your style of writing that is simple and to the point, and not flowery and thus distracting from the story itself.