JamesSavik

Just for fun when I nuked a hot dog, I stood at my microwave and said, "Engage!"

I'll never look at my microwave the same again.

You're right. He's great. I wish Vance would pop up and start writing again.

I like strong women characters. Strong. Not psychotic.

It's spring. Be warned.

Why did you change your avatar from the silly cat to the blue Beast? I'm posting Broken here at GA and that ties into that story. Why did you post Broken? It's been on the shelf for a long time. I'm stronger now. I plan to finish it. Anyone that has read it up to this point will tell you that there is a lot of ugly stuff in it and you can tell by the last chapter- it's going to get worse fast. There's a whole lot of drugs in it... Duh. It was the seventies. The whole country under 20 was high at the time or it seemed that way. (Yeah- I saw you drink the bong water so STFU.) The sex in Broken seems to have gone from innocent to uh... sleazy. Think about it. Our lives had turned to shit. We had the choice of a great big shit sandwich or sex, drugs and rock & roll. Consider us prodigies. Whatever happened to.. Nope. No spoilers. You'll just have to wait for more. When will we see more? Already working on it. The outline through chapter 25 is done. When I'm done with my project and finals, I'm going to get back to work on it. What's the deal with the poetry? I don't know. I have the strange fits late at night and I hork up a poem. It's really disturbing.

My dreams that night were exceptionally erotic. Brian knew things; wonderful, sexy things to do in bed that I had never even heard of. It was like I had a junior high playbook and his playbook came from the pros. There was a moment or two that night when I thought for sure that I heard angels singing. As I drifted toward consciousness, I thought that I was having a wet dream. My cock was hard as a rock and felt fantastic. It felt too good. Brian was waking me up with a blowjob! I looked down

Finals and project are due: EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!

Autumn in Eden It was late October And the world was a little slower And the jack-o-lanterns smiled without mirth. Life was a little easier As we drank the new wine And we talked about the frost upon the earth. Things we couldn't say Stayed between us as we lay Examining our souls for purity and worth. We were found wanting, Not knowing what we wanted Banished from that place to roam the earth. We know the mark of Cain. We know that special pain. We have seen Eden'

I suggest Redemption.

I jumped on my bike and followed Brian toward the fort with a whole lot of awkward questions on my mind. What had I just seen? We made decent time. The trails ran through land that had once been a settlement before Sherman had burned it all down. Now the area was a complex mixture of forest and old brick chimneys. I liked it a lot because the old gardens had grown wild over the years. The ghost town had become a jungle paradise of towering Azalea bushes, dogwoods, clematis vines, irises, daylil

That's cover in the story Nightfall.

The Michael’s family returned from Tupelo triumphantly early Sunday afternoon with some poison ivy, a touch of sunburn and an ice chest full of catfish. It took Scotty a total of ten minutes to find Brian and me holed up in the fort. Scotty chattered like a magpie about their Saturday fishing trip over to Sardis Lake. They took their Uncle’s bass boat and a flat bottomed john boat and left a little before dawn on Saturday and fished all day. Brian and I couldn’t help but smile at Scotty’s enthu

Goodness knows, there have never been any gay sailors. *sigh* Regardless of country, there is always a dick-sickle or two.

I cut the trail. People could see me arriving on it.

The next morning was bright but chilly. The only way that Brian could have snuggled up any closer was if he had crawled into my skin. I was still sore from my crash on the way home the night before. Wasn’t much of a thing but once I was awake, there was no going back to sleep. I lay there quietly and just enjoyed being close to Brian. People didn’t know him like I did and it was a damned shame. Events of the last year had changed him. He was a sullen, angry kid to most adults with the notable

This is why it is a good idea to read aloud during the editing process. I tend to catch it easier when I hear it rather than when I see it.

It was dark when I opened my eyes. My head hurt and I felt a little sick to my stomach. Check that: I felt a lot sick to my stomach. Barf! Someone helped me? Well that was unpleasant but I felt better. Somebody told me to take it easy and offered me some water. I wasn’t on bare ground. It was soft and hey... where am I and who is here? “Who is that?” I croaked, barely recognizing my own voice. “Brian. You were expecting Elvis?” I tried to sit up. My head was spinning and pounding. I look

if you do hit that just right, you can cause a glorious phenomenon called the immaculate ejaculation.

< Daddy sez Imma fine deputy.

After I got home, Dad went back to work. My head ached and as time passed, I began to get progressively sore from my bruises. I was tired and tried to take a nap but every time I'd drift off, I would see that damned knife. By two o'clock, I was getting pretty desperate. I hopped on my bike ran out to our fort to raid our stash. I knew that Brian wouldn't mind as I always made a fair contribution. I rolled two joints and smoked half of one. It calmed me down and my hands stopped shaking. Afterw