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This is the powerful, touching story of a young gay man's struggles to survive, beginning as a child in the suburbs of Ohio, then moving on to the bright lights and big city of New York. Throughout his journey of life, Nick Buchanan encounters some difficult obstacles, painful hardships, and discovers the ins and outs of show business while trying to make it in an often exciting, but sometimes devastating world. After nearly giving up, Nick discovers a new sense of strength and resilience that comes from facing his fears, standing up to prejudice, and learning what genuine love and respect for himself truly are.
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At last, Hidden Secrets is ready to read. I've spent a long time editing, tweaking and getting it just right (hopefully). It's a paranormal mystery, set in a cinema. The story originated as a NaNoWriMo project, but as part of the process it has been altered and extended. Before I began, I never realised writing a mystery was such hard work. In order to keep track of all the threads, I found I had to make much more detailed notes and outlines than usual. I certainly couldn't have written just a few chapters ahead as I've done for many of my other stories. Anyway, I'll be posting a chapter every Monday (there are 22 chapters). Here's the blurb: Terry Young has just been appointed as chief projectionist in a run-down old cinema. But from day one he has problems. Resentment from the man who thinks he should have got the job. An undeniable attraction toward his general manager, Dan. And the re-awakening of psychic abilities indicating something is hidden under the building. This story is set in 2005, modern enough for there to be mobile phones and Internet access, but still within the timeframe when cinemas like the Regal, with a crew of projectionists running film still existed.
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Enna, Kol, and Sparta were taking a peaceful stroll through the streets of Fasola. In the distance, on the horizon, they saw a group of individuals approaching. Sparta and Enna knew that they were never in danger because of the supreme secrecy and difficulty of Fasola magicks. Kol fell to his knees, unable to stand, for Kol knew the group walking towards them. Sparta saw one face and instantly took a knee, Enna followed Sparta's lead and took a knee a second later. Kol, overtaken with the party's elation, could not stand, lift his bowed head, or even raise his eyes to see their faces. Taking mere minutes seemed like years, suddenly Kol felt the gentle touch on his chin, his head being raised up, he dreamed this dream all too often, and now it is finally coming true. "My sweet tree! I told you that we would meet again." Jaric said as tears rolled down his face. "My cool breeze! I have been waiting for this day for so long. Is this a dream or reality?" Kol asked touching the warmth of Jaric's face and hoping that this was real. "I can say," as Jaric cleared his tears to look in Kol's eyes, "without any doubt that this is reality." Jaric lifted Kol off of his knees and gave him a kiss. Not any kiss, but the kiss that only happens when two longing souls are reunited. Some call it fate, others call it true love, but Jaric and Kol call it finding home. Enric dismounted his horse, held out each of his hands for Enna and for Sparta, "Friends, please! Do not kneel before but stand beside me.", as he pulled their hands forcing Enna and Sparta to stand. "How does you body look like Queen Verelle's, yet your voice is that of King Enric's?" Enna asked in confusion. "Since it was here, in Fasola, were the spell was cast, it is here that the spell can be undone. Only here can I be my true self. Here, where my soul matches my voice, no matter what I look like." King Enric stated quite coolly. I hope you enjoyed a preview of my story Draymal. I would love feedback and editing notes to make my story worthy of being published.
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okay guys and gals this is the start of my first story ever so im really just seeking opinions of my writing style if its overly detailed not detailed enough etc. this started as a prompt but it has expanded in my mind into possibly a multi chapter novel. all criticism is wanted and appreciated. now ill shut up and leave it all your very capable hands. Admack12 Story idea Rough draft Located in 2nd to 5th chapter (not sure) Prompt “he hadn’t seen him since they left high school”. Character - Protagonist/pro. Haven’t found right name yet. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- There he was. He hadn’t seen him since they left high school, and that was almost five years to the day, while the man’s face had not changed significantly in that time, the man himself on the other hand was not who Pro remembered. He had the patchy attempt of a beard, but the hazy red growth on his face was not the man’s only changes. He had become the essence of handsome, muscle tone to rival even that of the most determined of gym fanatics, the man’s frame also showing off something new about the man he knew he did not carry when they were friends; confidence. Protagonist froze in the doorway of this once alive and busy house; he would consider his home away from. pro could not for the life of him find the energy to hold his legs steady as he slowly fell to the ground, losing the grip on his fiancés beef lasagne scattering it to floor before his eyes shut on him completely. Pro awoke to the face of the once welcoming and loyal woman, he considered a close friend. Now only just an acquaintance, someone he said hello to on the street. She had let him into the now hollow home and he wished so desperately she hadn’t. Accepting the offering of a glass of water his throat so desperately desired. He slowly consumed the water that hydrated his parched throat, Pro could not help himself but to entertain the memories and emotions he whole-heartedly knew would surface sooner or later. As soon as word of Suzann Gordon’s passing, the mother of his once friend and…; and, what exactly had Andrew been to pro, that could so easily be expressed into sounds and syllables? There were none. Memories so enriched with an array of emotions; the happiness, the anger, the joy and, of course the sorrow. All blending together to make up what was pro's last year of high school. And in the blink of an eye the moments they had shared the gentle kisses, the electric touches and the whispers shared. Snapped back behind the curtains he dare not peek. Pro slowly moved himself off the hardwood floor gaining no assistance from his former friend Pro positioned himself more comfortably on the ageing loveseat that had existed in that very spot since he was a teenager.