Nephylim

I have two cats... pure blackof course, and we did have a hising cockroach until I managed to kill him... accidentally. The cats are Merlin and Charlie, both pure black ( of course ) and as different as possible from each other. Merlin is nicknamed puddle because when she lies on a cushion she is like a great big puddle of black. She is so fat she can hardly jump. I put her on a diet and even fed her separately but she still keeps getting fatter so I presume she eats at other restaurants She is a pain in the arse becasue as soon as I arrive home she starts mewing outside, as soon as I let her in she starts mewing by the food bowl (no matter what time) and she keeps mewing until either I get pissed off and chase her upstairs so she hides... or I feed her. When I try to put her out at night she digs into whatever she can... sometimes me. When she decides to be friendly, which is not often she claws you, drools all over you and then bites you... yeah, that's friendly Merlin. Charly on the other hand is long lean and boneless. He likes to drape himself over things and often pours down between the two parts of the sofa. He drapes round the neck like one of those awful fox stoles and when you have him on your lap he will put his paws one each side of your face and pat you while looking up into your face and smiling... yes, I swear he smiles. He has yellow eyes and does all the things 'real' cats do like jump up on the mantlepiece or the top of the bookcases and balance on the back of the sofa I love my cats.

I'm forever blowing bubbles Pretty bubbles in the air They fly so high Nearly reach the sky The like my dreams they get very strange and covered with stars. hehe.

Sweet chapter. It would have been hard, really hard to walk into an appartment like that after something like this happening and seeing what had been planned. I can't even imagine it. The first part of the chapter was very emotional with this and everything else that was going on. Then the second half lightened and hinted at a possible new path for jason. Of course I want to know what is going to happen to Peter but, at the end of the day if Jason can stand the wait so can I

Awesome. I LOVE LOVE LOVE that song

Fabulous. As Anyta said, your work is so easy to read. I feel that I am invested with both of them. i think that there is something in each of them that we can relate to... maybe not to that extreme but some. I like the way that the story is unfolding naturally and I am looking forward to th next chapter.

Well, we got to Jordan at last. I'm sorry hun but I have to be honest and admit that his return was a bit of an anticlimax for me. You've been building up to it all the way through the story and it was a bit of a damp squib in the end... I was expecting a tense wait and bigger immediate build up. Anyway, that aside the story continues to completely catch my attendtion. I really like both drew and Luke and I hope that I am going to like Jordan too. I, too am interested in seeing how Jordan settles in.

That was a really great chapter. I like your writing style, it flows beautifully. The story seems strong, at least to begin with, we'll have to see how the rest of it pans out. I am definitely liking it so far.

Ooooh... intriguing. So many questions and secrets. And I bet you are not going to tell us what the big decision is and who it concerns either, are you

What can I say? Guitar Hero.. genius. Ef had it for Christmas but it's me and the girls who have been playing every night and are now GH junkies. We even bought another edition :)As for the story. Loved it. It was lovely to see Jason and Dean together Jason is such a good brother.

Who's great idea is it that you have a 'quota' of plus's? Aaaanyway... This was a lovely chapter. I am with Jason on the ignoring the abuse on the field. However, I also believe that it shouldn't be ignored generally. It keeps coming up.I appreciate that you are going to be horrible to us with regard to Peter for a while but I am wondering when we are going to find out what happens with Jordan and his mates. I assume they are in custody and if anyone is going to be giving that a touch or realism I don't know who can.Seriously I love this chapter as much as all the others. I like way you write, it's very real. Gritty and cruel but real LOL

What is there about looking sensibly and reasonably at options and making realistic decisions on balancing the various needs and demands of your life; that is quitting?

HAPPY BIRTHDAY HUN :wub:

You certainly do It worked fine. As I am technologically challenged myself and still haven't worked out how to get photos in even after a number of 101's The photo is lovely... definitiely red... definitely beautiful Ditto

Done.

If you want sweet romance read The Face in The Window There is nothing straightforward and sweet about this one. i think I would be doing a disservice to River and Silver if it was all roses after everything they have been through. If it helps I can promise Silver doesn't get kidnapped any more. Oh and there will be SOME hapinness in there. As for David... just wait and see

Darling, I couldn't be happier... well yes I could, and I will be on the day he/she/they are passed to you healthy and strong to hold. I can almost see the pride on your face and in your eyes and the look you will give to Mike and he to you. This is such wonderfull news and you had better keep us informed. My mother was a twin and all their lives they were there for each other. They seemed to know when one or other of them was ill or in trouble and, although they were always very different they always had each other. When they are young it will be much easier to keep them amused as they will have each other. Oh I am so happy Andy

Wow... if that was not 'too much' I would like to know what is. There is a reason for Faith getting away. You'll see :)River is fine. It's just all been a bit too much for him. But he has a long way to go yet... they both have

All of them Someone might consider that it's some kind of deep seated desire to mar beauty or a profound fear of beautiful men... but I think I do it just because I can... and it's fun. Seriously, I feel that emotions are magnified and clarified when something happens to the ones we love and that is, I think, what happens here.

In some ways River suffers more than Silver in this scene. Okay, Silver is going through the pain but it's not something he hasn't experienced before and it's purely physical. For River it's psychological and emotional and the trauma is deeper.

But that's my point. By pushing it away and making it more impersonal and ignoring if aren't we just making it more difficult for ourselves. We are trained to think that death is bad and terrible and somehow dirty. When death was up close and part of life I really think that it was more open and natural and therefore easier to deal with on both sides.

I have never been afraid of death. I have been afraid of dying, but I have pretty much made my peace with that too. Afraid or not, at peace or not, I have always had a total fascination with death and I have been told that makes me weird. As many of you know I have a thing about unconsciousness. I find the fading of consciousness fascinating and very sexy (may I say from an entirely altruistic point of view and not through experience). As an extension of this the moment of death is even more fascinating and even more sexy. (I feel obliged to mention for those who dont know me.... and for those who do... I have never harboured the slightest inclination for necrophilia or crossing the boundary during copulation) It's a theoretical fascination only for me. Tonight I was dicussing with my family a series of photographs by a german photographer Walter Schels which are of people shortly before and shortly after their deaths. http://www.guardian.co.uk/society/gallery/2008/mar/31/lifebeforedeath Now I find the photographs absolutely beautiful and the comments fascinating. My daughters on the other hand think they are sick and I'm weird. Well I know I'm weird... you only have to read my stories to see that, but I truly think that these photographs, and death as a whole, are beautiful, fascinating and not in any way creepy, sick or strange Why do we all freak out so much about death. In the not so distant past it was respected. People were treated well when they died; they remained part of the family. Death was spoken of not as a thief in the night but as the natural ending of a cycle just as the trees lose their leaves and the the grain give up their heads for the ale. Even in Victorian times we spoke of the dead, took photographs of them, lived with their open coffins for a few days, made the parting easier for them and for us. When did death become a dirty, an unspeakable event? Since when did we shut our loved ones in a box as soon as possible and lock them away in an impersonal 'chapel of rest' where strangers dress them and lay them out because their own family can't bear to (and are now not allowed to) where we are only allowed to visit once at a specified time? Since when? And why? Why are we so afraid of something, that is as natural as the rain, that we can't even bear to say its name except in hushed tones. Is this a morbid post? Is that a bad thing? Why? Is it Just Me

HAPPY HAPPY BIRTHDAY

HAPPY BIRTHDAY LITTLE RACOON :wub:

You just need to relax hun. You're acting out of character because you're putting too much pressure on yourself. Relax and take a deep breath. Take a deep breath before you speak, take a deep breath before you act and especially take a deep breath before you beat yourself up for any of the above. While you are taking that breath remember that the world won't end if what comes out of your mouth is crap or if you trip over your feet and land face down in the pizza. It might feel that it ends but, hell... that guy in the corner who is pissing hiself laughing at you might just offer to wipe pizza off your face and become your best friend or lover... or both. Chillax. What comes comes and you deserve some good luck. And IT IS NOT weak or stupid to want love and support from your family. It's what they are supposed to do. Okay siblings are cruel but they should know when a line has been crossed, and parents even more so. Personally I would slap her and disown him... but it's your life... you might want to slap him and disown her... or put them both in a barrel and roll them off a waterfall... of roll them in honey and stake them out in the desert for the fire ants.... well, be creative

It so totally was I hope that we can continue with the forum fun but this story is over now and I am so glad that it had the effects I had intended. It really was a tale that grew in the telling, although I had always planned great things for my little Bridge :)Thank you so much for your support.