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When the doctor leaves I linger in the hallway, strangely reluctant to face Silver. My mind is reeling with everything that has happened. Gods, only a matter of hours ago I was calm, positive, even happy... and now... I sigh and walk into the living room. Silver is sitting on the sofa watching television. He does not look up when I enter. I sigh again, inwardly. “The doctor’s pleased with your progress. He says you can start going out. I thought we might start of with a trip to
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The last seven days have been... interesting. The huge progress that was made that first day was never repeated and Silver hasn’t talked much more about what happened to him. He has spent much of his time alone in his room, painting, reading or listening to music. I checked out with the doctor about the amount of time he spends alone and he reassured me that this was fine as long as he didn’t seem to be becoming depressed or withdrawn, which he certainly hasn’t. For at least a pa
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It’s warm and I am comfortable. Sleep hangs on to the edges of my mind and obscures everything beyond the sheer physical experience of being here, of being warm and comfortable and... and... held. Something twinges in the fog at that, a warning light begins to flash in the back of my mind, but I push it down. Just another moment, just a brief, blissful moment of feeling... Shit! Suddenly I am wide awake and scared, so scared I am afraid to open my eyes. I am lying, stretched out in bed,
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Silver sits shivering at the kitchen table while I make us both a hot chocolate and then I take him into the living room and wrap a blanket around him as he half lies on the sofa, his legs drawn up. I sit in the chair facing him, it’s safer that way. “Are you okay?” He nods. “Warm enough?” Another nod. “Ready to talk?” Hesitation and then a nod. “Okay... do you remember your dream?” A silent nod. “Silver... you need to talk about it... and that means talking, not just nodding
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I move around furniture, unpack and put away my clothes and arrange my things, including my trusty laptop and then I wander back in to see what Silver is doing. He is still absorbed in his work and I watch him for a while. He has an entranced expression on his face and paint on his nose. I get lost in the beauty of the paint, the nose, the face. His hair has come loose from the band and is falling in a dark silky curtain over his shoulders, every now and again he pushes it back with the back
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“Faith.” Silver gasps, his hand dropping mine like a hot potato. For the briefest instant I am hurt but only for a brief instant because I have other things to worry about. “I wouldn’t even think of trying to run if I were you. The moment you start moving we start shooting and we’re bound to hit at least one of you.” “I’m not going to run, Faith.” Silver says quietly and I look at him quickly. His head is bowed, his eyes dull, filled with fear and hopelessness. I don’t need to ask who
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When I finish I remain immobile, staring at my coffee which has gone cold, undrunk. I jump when I feel an arm around my shoulders. Ronya hugs me tightly. “That’s quite a story River. I never knew.” “No... I don’t talk about it.” “Is that what you think happened to Silver?” “I’m pretty sure of it. There are times when I look into his eyes and I see Nikki looking back. Some of the things he says, the way he is. A couple of times he’s almost said ‘yes master’; that’s what they’re condit
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Nikki Harris had been my friend forever. He was almost my exact opposite. I was good and he was bad: I was fair and he was dark: I was timid and he had no fear: I was shy and he was outgoing: I was quiet and he could never keep his mouth shut. My parents had never been too happy about our friendship, especially as we got older and he started getting me into trouble. At first it was small things, like stealing apples from grumpy old Mr Frobisher’s apple trees. Then it graduated to major crime
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Silver wasn’t happy when I left last night. He didn’t say anything but I knew it for sure. His eyes were so sad I almost couldn’t go,but that would have been unprofessional and I really have to concentrate on being professional right now. As it was, I didn’t leave until gone nine... that casserole was so damned good, as was the conversation around the table, even though Silver went back to his usual reticence with so many strangers surrounding him. I did notice, however, that the blank absenc
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River is a carer. He works in a care home that provides support for people who need a little help to get back into society after mental or physical illness. When Silver comes to them he causes quite a stir. He is a complete Enigma and, as River begins to unravel the mystery that surrounds him he gets a few nasty shocks than plunge both of them into danger.
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We work solidly until lunch time when Julia runs off to shower before college. I take Silver downstairs to make food only to find that Louise has beaten us to it. The smell tickling our noses as we come down the stairs makes me feel warm inside. “Someone’s been busy.” “I thought I might as well, seeing as you stole my charge.” “Well you could have come and helped.” “Yeah... I think I prefer the cooking; besides that room is too small for four.” “It’s too small for three really
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Ah Shit! I’m late. I haven’t been late... ever; but this morning I slept through my alarm after a night of... let’s just say disturbing dreams and leave it at that. I threw on my clothes and didn’t even have a shower. Fortunately I remembered to put ‘painting clothes’ in a bag and I didn’t need to have breakfast because I can have it with Silver. I arrive just as Lukas, one of Julia’s carers is leaving, having handed over to Louise. He grins at me. “Kevin’s not happy.” “I’ll bet.
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I leave Silver under the shower for about half an hour while I grapple with my out of control emotions. I am a professional. I am above all this. I do not let my residents get under my skin. I will not allow myself to lose perspective. I will be professional. I am so professional that I go downstairs and carefully count out Silver’s medication for the day and carry this morning’s pills back up. Then I sit and look at them for a while, pondering ever so professionally why they choose the c
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After all the nonsense that has been going on this morning I find that I am suddenly nervous about meeting the new resident. I pause with my hand on the door and wonder what all the nonsense could be about. Maybe... but no, there wasn’t anything in the notes about him being gay; and anyway that would be so inappropriate of them - surely not even they would be so crass: not with a resident: not with someone like this. So maybe he is particularly effeminate... well if that’s the case they will
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My name is River Caulfield. Yeah, I know, but it’s what I was given so what can I do about it? I’m at work today. My official title is Care Assistant but I am on my way to being a psychiatric nurse... well, when I say ‘on my way’ I am about to start my degree, part time while still working here. I like it here. I feel safe here, and useful. ‘Here’ is what is currently called a ‘Care House’. They used to be called ‘Halfway Houses’ and various other names depending on what was politically c
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Chris and Luke were in love. Their families were as close as two families could be and they were all delighted about the fact that they were drawn even closer by that love. Even when they went to different universities they stayed as close as ever. They thought they were going to be together forever. Their families thought they woud be together forever. Their friends thought they were going to be together forever. But sometimes life can be a bitch.
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Chris woke with a smile. Chris always woke with a smile which is why Luke loved sleeping next to him so much. First the full red lips would twitch and the corners lift. Just a little at first and then more as if an invisible force were tugging them upwards. Then the long dark lashes would tremble and rise like shutters revealing the brilliant summer sky. Chris’ eyes were the thing that had first attracted Luke. Anyone who looked into Chris’ eyes had to fall in love with him, even before t
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Special Marc Harmon is an extraordinary person. He is special. I have loved him completely since almost the first moment I met him. I was on holiday with my parents and his family had the cabin next door. The very first day, while my parents were unloading the car I ran off exploring and saw him sitting on the balcony that ran along the front of their cabin. I ran straight over and stopped a few steps away. He was beautiful, the most beautiful person I had ever seen. He had curly blonde
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Marc Harmon is extraordinary. He's special. Jamie didn't see his limitations only the beauty of his spirit. He spent his life fighting in one way or another... preudice, ignorance, and most of all for Marc to be allowed to be himself. To Jamie, Marc was not handicapped he was just... Marc. And then something happened, something terrible and wonderful... and nothing was ever the same again
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I LOVE that song and I LOVE John Barrowman *sigh*
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Oh GOD he's beautiful, especially the pic in your sig Menorain. If anyone is in any doubt about my feelings on androgynous men go take a look at my gallery.
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I love the futurama one, the whole episode was hilarious
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I am impressed.I read it on the forum and was swept away. You must he so proud of her
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When life keeps throwing you those curved balls what can you do but hit them back as hard as you can and hope you score a home run.
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Curved Balls By Nephylim JOE’S BLOG: APRIL 24 2008: 23.50 Oh man, being single sucks. It’s now been 9 months 12 days and 14 hours since Bobbie moved out and the house still feel so damned empty. Actually, I have been thinking that maybe it’s time for a move. I have always felt the house is too big for me. I should have sold it right after Mum and Dad died but I wasn’t in a place then where I could bear to let it go. It held so many memories, it still does, but now
