Stories

A story of lessons learned, to becoming a man.

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As part of a college assignment, I was required to write a continuing story of one of my favourite stories...

I am David written by Anne Holm

This is that assignment piece... Enjoy

A novel in twelve chapters.

It’s springtime in the Italian mountain town of Ravello, and the community is just starting to wake up for the new tourist season. But something isn’t quite right: businesses are being attacked, and the police are nowhere to be seen.

Into the midst of all this comes twelve-year-old Daniele Ferrero, a kind and gentle boy who dreams of being a hero but really just wants a friend his own age. One night, when he follows a boy he sort of likes, he gets caught up in a dangerous game that will test his faith in humanity.

Dandelion’s hopes were deceived. But Dandelion decides to move on with his life.

Rigby, impossibly innocent, swaps suffocating middle-class New Zealand for love and liberation in nineteen-sixties London. Revelling in the freedom granted by anonymity, he becomes an actor, stripper, rent boy, teacher and resolute seeker of new experiences while living and travelling in Europe, North Africa and the Middle East, when travellers were uncommon.

{A year ago I posted several chapters, then stopped because I needed to make a few changes. Apologies to those who began reading, only to have it rudely terminated.

Spelling throughout is English English.}

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A young boy tries to live his life, that becomes an emotional roller coaster. But...can one really call this a life?

Damien is to confront his own demons, to confront his past, and his future in one foul swoop. Through the help of (others), although unknown, he learns to confront old hurts and see them for what they really are.

Damien is a young, teen boy afraid of social interactions and struggling to accept his sexual orientation. Little does he know that he's about to face both his fears during the upcoming school camp...

Immanuel Kant immediately fascinated me, yet this story is not about him, but about how he changed my life.

Actually, it wasn't exactly Kant who changed it, but it was my grandmother's grandmother, who had probably been a witch.