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Happy Birthday, Wesley!!!!!!!!!!!

Jayden was asleep when he heard a faint voice. “Are you still there?” He opened his eyes and could see Troy with his face toward him in the darkness of the room. “Yeah,” he mumbled. He got up and walked over to the side of the bed. “Are you all right?” “Yeah,” replied Troy. “Can you do me a favor?” “Yeah, sure.” “I have to go to the bathroom,” Troy announced softly. Jayden looked around the room. “Where’s the bedpan?” “No,

Firstly, Brian, thank you so much for your kind words. This is a story loosely based on a true event. Unfortunately, real people suffer in a real world. Many tend not to read stories such as this for that very reason. They want fantasy, and entertainment that doesn't reflect real life. That is understandable. I thank those of you who are staying with this story, and particularly those of you who are commenting each week. Secondly, I would never kill off characters just to chase another plotline. I prefer, instead, to take a character who is suffering a misfortunate situation and rebuild their life to a satisfactory ending. Over the years, many readers have pointed out to me that real life doesn't always have a happy ending. However, I'm the master of my characters, and I want them to reflect hope for a better tomorrow for a reader who might be facing a crisis in his or her life. I write with one concept in mind: No matter how dark and dangerous the storm, a rainbow appears when it has passed.

“Hey!” Claire stepped up behind Jayden as he was trying to shove the pillow cases filled with his clothes into his locker. She walked around and looked worriedly into his face. “What’s wrong, Jayden?” She became even more concerned when tears welled up in his eyes. “Nothing,” he replied as he turned away and wiped the tears off with his sleeve. He was extremely tired and just wanted to go to first period so he could try and get some sleep. Since leaving his aunt’s house, he had spent

Jayden passed the police cruiser and looked inside. Anthony stared out the window and sneered. He walked up the stairs just as Detective Wallace was exiting the front door. “Thanks to you, Jayden,” he remarked as he shook his hand, “we’ll be able to put these guys behind bars for a long time.” When Jayden looked behind Wallace, he saw Jarvis standing with an astonished look on his face. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Jayden responded abruptly before pushing Wal

I think this, Graeme, falls into the debate involving nature (inherited genes) vs. nurture (environment and surrounding culture.) So far in this story, we have only been given a glimpse of his present surroundings which is extremely dangerous. Jayden does what he has to do to survive. He briefly indicated that his life before his mother died was happy. She seemed like a warm and caring mother. She instantly accepted and comforted him when he told her he was gay. This may be a trait that Jayden too possesses. As you mention, had his environment not changed, he could have been a completely different person.

Now, Wesley. Tell us how you REALLY feel. I am crowning you king of the 'I Hate Will the Most Award.'

Jayden was getting ready to leave the hospital when a young woman entered the waiting area. She hurriedly walked over to the information desk. He overheard her ask how her brother, Troy, was. The nurse smiled and asked her to have a seat until her parents came out of the ICU. She sat down in a chair next to Jayden. She looked around nervously and then fixed her eyes on him. “Are you a friend of Troy’s?” “No,” Jayden answered shyly. “Who are you here visiting?”

If we are fortunate, our love will never be tested to its limit. I intentionally did not have them sexually involved, which would have taken their relationship to a different level. What happened to Troy will determine just how committed Will is to their short relationship. The same thing happened to my nephew. When he was injured, he was engaged to be married, and they lived together in an apartment. He never really discussed what happened, but his fiancée suddenly packed up and moved 400 miles away.

That's horrible, droughtquake, but I had to laugh when I read it. My nephew, for some reason, decided he didn't want anything cosmetic to cover his loss. He didn't want a glass eye, and he rejected the idea of wearing an eye patch. It is sometimes uncomfortable to talk to him without staring at his damaged left eye.

Thanks, Graeme. I've often been asked about this story. I usually try to explain to individual readers in an email why I decided to write this story. I thought it might be helpful to explain it in a general announcement. -Ron

Jayden was lying on his bed doing homework. He looked at the clock. It was after midnight. He would have to get up and go to school in seven hours, but he was waiting for his cousins to come home. He knew it could be several more hours before they would come staggering into the house. He fell asleep, but his dreams haunted him. Every time he would close his eyes, he would see the battered face of Troy. His blooded face would forever be etched into his memory. He could still feel him

The hospital emergency waiting room was packed. The clock read 4:12. People were still arriving. Their sleepy eyes were filled with tears. Mrs. Neal was staring anxiously at the double doors leading to the emergency area. Claire was beside her with her arm around her waist. “Why don’t they come out and tell us something?” Troy’s mother cried. The room grew quiet as everyone watched her get up and walk over to the elderly woman stationed at the information desk. She shook her head sad

Troy didn’t awaken until after noon on Saturday. He only did so then because his golden retriever, Trixie, jumped on the bed and started licking his face. “No,” he moaned as he buried his head under the pillow. Trixie thought he was playing a game and started clawing at the pillow. When she didn’t get a response, she pulled the blanket off Troy. She started licking his face when he began laughing. He lazily crawled out of bed and headed to the bathroom with Trixie followi

“What you reading, Cuz?” Tyrone walked over and yanked the book from Jayden’s hand. “Man, this is some pussy shit!” he exclaimed. He threw a magazine into Jayden’s lap. Jayden picked it up and looked at the pornographic magazine. On the cover was a ‘model’ with her legs spread open. “That will get your cock hard,” Tyrone laughed. Jayden reached up and snatched his book from his cousin’s hand. “You read what you want to read, and I’ll read what I want to.” He handed the m

The banquet hall was quickly becoming filled with happy, exuberant teenagers. Loud music was blaring from the speakers, and each teen entered in the same manner- throwing up their arms and gyrating their bodies for the amusement of those who were watching. When Troy Neal took his place at the entrance, the room broke out into loud applause and shouting. Someone hollered, “There he is! Our own Tevye!” “Bravo!” Someone else shouted. Troy stopped dancing and took

Troy Neal has it all- good looks, smart and talented. A classmate, Jayden Henderson, finds himself struggling to survive a dangerous life when he is sent to live with his aunt and cousins after the sudden death of his mother. Late one night, when Troy's car runs out of gas on a dark, deserted street, fate brings them together. Can they survive a disturbing journey down a darkened path filled with insurmountable obstacles?

Just for you, Lisa, I'm touching up Down a Darkened Path, and I'll start posting it in a couple of weeks.

Thank you, Everyone, for your kind comments. I appreciate them very much! -Ron

A witty and entertaining story of a high school sophomore, Reggie Ferguson, who is assigned by his creative writing teacher to maintain a weekly journal for sixteen weeks. Follow along as he begins to understand himself better through his weekly entries.

Just when I think I can’t love Perry any more than I do, he goes and makes me love him even more and that isn’t possible. It’s almost 5 Saturday, so I can’t write for long because I have to leave for the crisis center soon. Okay. Here’s what happened. I was writing an outline for what I’m going to write to finish up this journal for Friday. Mr. Byrd wrote on the board our last prompt, only it wasn’t a prompt. Usually we don’t have to answer it, and I don’t think I’ve answered it in weeks. Anyway

It’s Friday and I’m in Ms. Neuman’s 6th period. She gave us a test which I finished in about 20 minutes, so I’m going to write a little as everyone else finishes. She’ll probably give us the rest of the period free since it’s Friday and the last period of the day. The only problem is, she’ll give us more homework to do for the weekend. Anyway, something really weird happened first period. After Mr. Byrd checked our journals, he gave us a writing assignment. As I started working on it, he came ov

It’s Wednesday night and I want to write a little because with it being Thanksgiving weekend I might not have much time. Mom makes a big deal out of it. She invites my grandmother and a few other relatives over. Most of them are old so it’s not much fun for me. I usually go to my room after we eat. Last year was really embarrassing because she had me come downstairs and read a poem I wrote for my literature class. It was something about peace, and the teacher had given me an A+ and wrote in red

It’s Friday night and I’m going to bed soon, but I wanted to write some things down first. It’s going to be a busy week, so I might as well get some of it out of the way early so I won’t have to do it all Thursday night. What’s really weird is when I started keeping this thing, I couldn’t think of enough things to write about. Now I could probably write a book in one week. My life is really changing and that’s a good thing- I guess. I’ve met Perry, and that is definitely a good

It’s Friday morning, and I’m sitting in Mrs. Reynold’s geometry class. We have a substitute, and she’ll probably be here for a week or more. She told us Mrs. Reynold’s sister died. I guess she lived in California and Mrs. Reynold’s and her family are flying there for the funeral. We felt really bad when Ms. Cooperfield told us. Beverly said she was going to Hallmark after school and get a big card for our class to sign Monday. So right now everyone is kind of sitting all sad looking and doing th