Nephylim

SILVER. Oh. How did I get here? I don’t remember coming here. I don’t remember finding a park. It’s pretty here... and quiet. If it wasn't so cold it would be... it would... “Ow.” My head hurts. It hurts so much. I feel... I feel... Uh oh. It hurts to be sick. I haven’t eaten anything for ages and the only thing in my stomach to come out, is the alcohol I drank last night and it burns even more coming up than it did going down. Everything is spinning. I feel out of control. Where the he

RIVER “Sam... Sam he’s gone. He’s gone Sam. I... I think I drove him away. Please Sam... please... You have to help me. I have to find him.” Sam puts his hand on my shoulder, his beautiful big strong hand that has always been such a steadying influence in my wilder moments. “Steady on now. Calm down. What’s happened?” “Silver... Silver he... he’s run away. I tried to find him. I looked everywhere but he can run so fast. By the time I got to the gate I didn’t even know which d

SILVER’S VOICE River doesn’t want me. I was afraid of that when he left me...and now I know for sure. He’s here. I saw him. I didn’t want to come to this party. I am scared. Sam said he would stay with me but he didn’t. I’m alone and people keep looking at me. I know what they’re thinking. That’s probably why they’re here. I never thought of that before. That’s why they’re here... to see me... the freak, the whore. That hurt. Why do I keep hurting myself? Why can’t I just go upst

I feel Silver stiffen as everyone looks up at us. He’s still wary of people, even the ones he knows. Still, he has a smile for them, fragile though it is. I have my arm around his waist and he rests his head against my shoulder. I could burst with happiness. I know that it is going to take a long time to get back to where we were. Maybe we never will. I hurt him. I hurt him deeply and I suspect that’s a wound that will take a long, long time to heal. But for now, just for now he’s alright and

I was lucky that the route to Sam’s house doesn’t have a speed camera because if there had been I would have been in real trouble. My stomach was in knots the whole way. Sam is waiting for us and he hurries to the car as soon as we pull in to the driveway. He immediately grabs Julia around the waist and swings her around. She looks so small and fragile in his arms. I ignore them and start for the house. “River.” Sam calls and I turn, feeling sick at the note in his voice. For the first

RIVER’S VOICE I love Sam dearly, truly I do, but I have never come so close to hitting him as I have these last three days. Every time I speak to him he has a go at me, puts pressure on me to take Ben to him and bring Silver home. As if that’s not what I want. As if I don’t miss him. As if I don’t cry myself to sleep every night when Ben is asleep. I know he’s suffering. I know he’s hurting. But so am I. I don’t think Sam has the first idea what I’m going through. I would be so easy to gi

SILVER’S VOICE I feel... I don’t know how I feel. I have never felt this way before. It hurts. It is not like I was hurt before, there are no bruises, no wounds to dress. But it hurts. It hurts just as much. I’m not even sure why I am hurting. I tried so hard. I went with him. I went to that awful place. They stared at me with eyes that made me feel like they were taking off my clothes and beating my body with whips. I closed my eyes but I could still see them. I have never been so

“Sit down, River,” Sam says softly. “There’s something I need to tell you.” “Sam, I don’t…” “Sit down.” There is something in his voice that, while I resent I can’t ignore. “I really don’t know if you want to hear this River, I haven’t told you before because I thought it would be too much for you. I thought you already knew enough of what you needed to know. But now… I’m thinking that maybe you should hear it, it might put things into perspective for you.” Sam takes a deep breath and a

With the meeting over, everyone relaxes and wants to smile and chat with me. They all want to talk to me for one reason or another... making arrangements they say. All I want to do is to get out of here. The social worker insists that I make an appointment for her to see Ben tomorrow. I am not happy. I need more time. She also makes it quite clear that Silver has to move out straight away. The police officers approach me as I am talking to her. “It’s been a pleasure to meet you River. I un

Yeah, I was wondering if that would happen. The first half of the story is very much doom and gloom. I have always felt that River and Silver's relationship just couldn't last the way it was because it was too unequal. But there was no way they were going to ever get past it without something dramatic happening. Silver, in particular, had to be broken down before he could build himself up again stronger than before. I totally understand what you are saying and maybe you want to pick up the story again at chapter 22 where there is a complete change and Silver really starts to come into his own. The second part of the story is so different to the first that I really think that it would be possible to start reading there without having gone through the whole thing. Thank you so much for your comment. Actually it's made me think that maybe this is too much to take in chunks and it might be better to post all of this part in one go and get it over with... hmmm

Cliffie Cliffie CLIFFIE!!!! I KNEW that something was going to happen when HAZE insisted on diving. SHIT. I am literally breathless. That kiss... that KISS and then... then... Aargh Write fast write fast!!! :wub:

He isn’t crying any more and that is not a good sign. When I put my arm around his shoulders he turns and clings to me like a drowning man and in many ways he is drowning. “Ssh...it’s okay. Silver, it’s okay. Everything is okay.” “No.” He whispers. “I didn’t see it before but they’re right. They were always right.” “What do you mean?” I am alarmed by the emptiness in his voice. “I should have run away. I should have tried to get away but I didn’t realise. I didn’t know that what I wa

Weeelll. I usually have the opposite problem. It's been good having my daughters stay because they remind me to stop writing to eat Not really but its' almost that bad. Sometimes I get periods when I don't feel like writing, usually when I'm not well but I have never had a real problem with it. From my point of view deadlines absolutely don't work. I have to write with passion or not at all, which means that if I HAVE to write I CAN'T write. During those times... for example when I was posting stories as I went alone rather than finishe them first and then post, if I find myself completely blocked I sit down with a blank piece of paper and just write. Names, snippets of descriptions, feelings, events... all in little blobs and boxed so that the page looks completely chaotic... like my mind They don;t have to be about the story you're writing, just anything and the faster the better. When that's done I usually find the words flowing again and some ideas that can be used, rejected or stored for later.

I dont usually use pockets but in my bag I have.... 2 purses (coin and notes) a credit card wallet, two - no three notebooks, five pens, a pack of tissues, a deodorant stick, a pair of gloves, a lipstick (black) and an eyeliner (black) The bag itself is, of course black with a skull and rainbow.

I won't even ask why you wrote this for Maria The first chapter has certainly caught my attention. Phil sounds very interesting and I hope that he has the balls to stand up to Clive and not let him walk all over him. Clive is an ass and, unlike Maria I don't find him sexy at all. That's not the kind of 'bad boy' that appeals to me. But I'm looking forward to finding out how he gets punished. Fine work as always

It sounds like you're feeling better, but I still have a few things: -The moment it becomes easier is the moment it becomes less heroic. -Just as big bets in gambling are met by big rewards, so too is it so much more rewarding to have a risky personality type and be loved for it than to have a safe, low-risk personality type and to be loved for being a conformist. -For certain people, their lives are the piece of art which has more value than any other person could, and they choose it as a life partner in a very literal sense of the term: their life is their partner. In any event, if you put yourself out in the world as you do on this site, then if there is someone for you, then s/he will certainly find you. You will never have to regret that you didn't do all you could. Do you even know how wonderful you are ??? I just adore you Neph. The feeling is totally mutual I think you'll find someone.... ME! -hops in your lap- Tease One of these days I am so going to turn up on your doorstep and ravish you If i remember rightly, wasnt Semjeza the leader of the watcher's.... the FATHER's of the Nephylim? either my recollection of the book of enoch is WAY off, or that's INCEST..... mind you, you did say you had some kinks Never trust what the Metatron has to say Semjaza was the leader of the military arm. The Malakim were actually governed by a council... which are now apparently GOD. He wasn't that father of the Nephylim, although he tried to be the father of one of them... but he was the leader of the movement which resulted in their creation and ultimately their fall. And besides, although I have taken their name doesn't mean that I am or ever was one of the Nephylim, although I was almost the mother of one Ooops ranting again... Thank you so much for your comment. I love you and Paya to pieces. (that's a Welsh idiom i think and doesn't mean I am going to chop you up the next time I see you) It's perhaps the destiny of strong people to be sometimes isolated... You are who you are, even when you thinks you are alone, you know that you have a lot of friends around you, friends who are ready to listen, to support you and to be with you, even when we only communicate from far away. I think perhaps you are right about the destiny bit You are definitely right about the friend bit You should be positive. Age is more told by the heart than the body. I don't really think it's a minus for your personality. You're very likely. And I LIKE you very much. Many ppl here do too. We all have moments of desperation and conquering them makes us brave. You're a brave person who is afraid of tomorrow. Take life one day at a time and you'll certainly find your soul mate when you are NOT looking. I don't know if I am afraid of tomorrow... maybe I am Thank you so much for your comment... am I allowed to say you're sweet there's too much too life to be happy about than to be sad about it! You are so so so so right I so totally LOVE all of you. It's just so fabulous to have a reminder of what wonderful people there are here and how lucky I am to have friends like you guys. I really am not down now... at all. I had an off day and yes, sometimes I do get lonely but no more than anyone else. I wish you all love Nephy

I was a little confused again. Did Tyler really go away or was it just Travis being confused by his head injury and what the hell is Tyler doing dancing with him when he's half dead and probably concussed. Although... gods it was sweet...

Control freak. Hmm. He's so hard but so soft. Pushes away then pulls back. He's trying though. I don't trust him. There's something going on with him and it's totally screwing him up. He's locked inside his head and he's starting to come out. i wonder if Travis is ready for what's going to happen when he does.

Oh hell... this changes the dynamics doesn't it. There is definitely something dodgy about Tyler. I think it's more than just being shy, or even a social retard. He's creepy.

You got a tiny bit confused with names at one point That was one hot chapter. Fish tacos... god I laughed at that The sex with Wade was hot hot hot. i wonder how that will change the dynamics between Travis and Tyler

That was such an erotic chapter. It wasn't expilicit but it was goddamn sexy. I wonder about Tyler. He's got a story sure enough. What's he running away from?

There were places I was ever so slightly confused... but as that is my baseline condition it's no criticism of the writing. This was a very interesting beginning. I have no idea where the story is going to go... it could be anywhere... or nowhere

YAY YOU DID IT And it looks awesome

Hey... that's not fair... you thanked me before i thanked you Who would I like to thank... well.... Cia is an awesome beta and editor... also a fantastic friend. Frosty has a semi automatic comma gun and scatter shoots all my works with commas. Given that I write ridiculously long sentences that is NOT a bad thing Rush is a wonderful Beta when she's around and when she's not I'm NightOwl and RIley Jerico played a small bet extremely important part of getting Enigma II off the ground. For technical support I doubt I would have brought my stories over to GAStories at all if it hadn't been for the technical advice and support of Cia and Lugh. And yes, Lugh did tell me to read the FAQ but then he helped me anyway - you two are just the greatest. There are too many people who have supported me and helped me and encouraged me to even begin to mention. You probably know who you are but I think a generic thank you to everyone who has ever read, commented. pm'd me, encouraged me or posted on my forums... should do quite well. Lastly and MOST IMPORTANTLY I would thank MYR because quite simply we wouldn't be here if not for him.

I would like to say that I would go wading in like the last woman. I don't know if I could be quite that brave. I would certainly dial 999 and the emergency number for social services there are laws against forced marraiges here and anyone who has sex with anyone under 16 even if it's consensual, is guilty of rape. WHen the guys went to the toilet I would definitely approach the girl and I would be more than happy to take her home with me untill social services could find her somewhere safe. People llike that make me sick. There is NO way that I could sit there and let that happen. On the downside... I am pretty oblivious and there is a big chance that I wouldn't even notice.