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Sapphire3619

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  1. Thank you! Glad you enjoyed it! I do have a *vague* idea for continuing this. Like I said, very angsty - but it might depend more on what kind of self-discipline I can rustle up to write it!
  2. Soooo...how's everyone's pandemic going? I genuinely hope you're all well and safe. I'm fine, even though I've been terrible about writing. Clearly not one of those people who uses isolation to be creative! But here's a story I threw together. I love YA novels, so I tried to make this reflect that style - very *angsty* Thanks for reading! *** “El, what time do you want to leave? Or do you just want to corral us whenever you’re ready?” Ellie glanced at the dashboard clock. It wasn’t yet 8 PM – fairly early for arriving at a college party. She pursed her lips, thinking.
  3. Yes!! I'm so sorry - I completely neglected to specify that this is a fictional telling of the story of the ball boy wetting himself at the 2010 Australian Open. I tried to include as many of the details from the news stories as possible. This is NOT a scenario I came up with on my own. Thank you! Thanks, Pilly!
  4. This was a long, long ago request from @diaperwetboy101, which I finally promised to fulfill by the end of January (made it!). Of course, @Piddly did a delightful version (here), but I wanted to keep my promise. Enjoy! *** Devin Arthur bounced his leg rapidly, willing the tram to move faster. It was the second day of the qualifying rounds for the Australian Open, and Devin was excited to get back to work as a ball boy. The tryouts had been more brutal than Devin had anticipated. Tennis matches were notorious for their length, and even the young ball boys and girls had t
  5. Thank you so much! That was pretty much my only hesitation in writing this - that Garrett would come across as too unrealistically weak and indecisive in the face of desperation! Happy holidays, bazinga! Same, same, same - the angst is my favorite part. You (and others) on this site have been so kind and supportive, it makes me want to keep writing as long as I have time and ideas! Thank *you* for reading and for providing such sweet comments, Pilly! Merry Christmas to you, too! Thank you! That's so kind, and I'm so glad you like them!
  6. This has nothing to do with Christmas I've been writing here for five years (yikes), so I thought I'd commemorate my very first story, which was posted on December 7th, 2014. I clearly missed that 5-year mark by quite a bit, but here is a 5,000-word follow-up on Garrett and Abby. Thank you all for your incredibly kind comments and support over the past five years! Sapphire *** Garrett pulled out his phone and flipped it out of airplane mode as the plane pulled up to the gate. He rolled his neck back and forth, tense from the long day of travel and delays. He also pressed his
  7. Well done! I'm so pleased with how you retained the original character of my story :)
  8. Thank you! I was glad I had time this past weekend to write it :) Thank you! I'm glad you like it. I'm not gonna continue this one, but I'm going to try to keep writing as long as I have time!
  9. Happy almost Halloween! *** The mood in the car was jovial and teasing. Kyle felt a tap on his shoulder and reached his hand backwards to grab the bottle that was being passed. He took a sip – certainly not his first beer, but there was still something special about drinking on your 21st birthday – and rejoined the spirited conversation. “It’s totally safe,” Ethan was insisting. “They’re legally not allowed to touch you or anything, so you can’t get hurt.” “OK, first of all, that’s completely false logic,” Kayla replied. “Just because they can’t touch you
  10. Aww, thank you! Thanks! Glad you liked it! It was a total fluke, but I'm glad you liked it!
  11. OK, I had another idea. Y'all don't mind if I just write every story from now on about these two, right? *** Robbie gripped the handles of the wheelchair tightly to keep his hands from shaking. The nurse was explaining some basic care instructions, and he really was trying to listen, but the fact that TJ was finally coming home had Robbie overwhelmed by a flood of conflicting emotions. “Yes, sir,” TJ said in response to the nurse’s instructions, looking infinitely less stressed than Robbie. Which, Robbie supposed, meant that he was doing something right. “An
  12. I'm so glad you liked it! I have to admit, I was a sucker for that image myself! Oh, yay! I was kind of surprised by how much affection I developed for these characters. They're definitely going to end up happy in the long run
  13. I do love these characters. This scenario has nothing to do with continuity, but then again, I never planned this to have multiple parts, anyway. I have no more ideas for these two, so I hope you like this last story! *** “Hey.” The sound of Robbie’s voice pulled TJ out of the haze he hadn’t realized he’d fallen into. TJ turned to smile at his boyfriend, marveling that he got to be on the receiving end of the affectionate look on Robbie’s face. “Already tired?” Robbie teased. “It’s only been a half hour, and we’re supposed to take care of these rug rats all we
  14. I'm so glad you're enjoying it! Thank you! I liked getting to expand Robbie's character a bit :) Thank you so much!! I do try to make my stories reasonably plausible. You know, I didn't even think of that - how using TJ's point of view would allow me to explore that shift a bit more. I was thinking more about how a what a person thinks of themself might be really different than how they're seen by other people. So Robbie isn't as "cool" as TJ thinks he is, and TJ isn't a "useless" as he sees himself. Sorry, darling, we're not going to be exploring the movie n
  15. Perspective change! I couldn't write this from anything other than Robbie's point of view. Thanks for reading! *** Robbie ran his fingers lightly through his hair, trying to faux-casually arrange it into the perfect look, then sighed audibly at his own vanity. He’d already spent way too much time picking out an outfit – what does one even wear to go hiking? - before finally enlisting his mother’s help. Pilar had laughed and rightly instructed him to wear cool, comfortable clothes that wouldn’t chafe. “And good shoes, mi amor!” she insisted. “The last thing you
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