What does your dream home look like?It's quite odd to come to realize that the one place he'd call - if he'd ever use those words, which he wouldn't - his dream home is the exact same place that's responsible for probably 90% of the nightmares he's ever had in his life ( Read more... )

Write about your father

One of his first memories (Bradford, 1971)His father's laughing and he can't help but stare at him, he doesn't see this an awful lot, his father doesn't smile or laugh an awful lot. Or at least not when he's around ( Read more... )

When in your life did you know you were not alone?

Leather connecting with skin.

It's a gentle hand on the back of his neck.

Blinking rapidly to hold back the tears.

It's knowing that one word would be enough to make it all stop. No matter what.

A soft voice repeating the same three little words over and over again.It's those words he thought ( Read more... )

Gentle hands moving across his back and while Patrick wills himself to relax, he simply can't get himself to do actually do it. The hands make their way down to his lower back and, just like before, his breath catches in his throat and he can actually feel every muscle in his body tense ( Read more... )

Backdated to the 30th of December.When the day finally came that he was being discharged from hospital, Patrick couldn't help feeling rather excited. The doctor had given them the good news the day before and even though Patrick's back hadn't acted up like it had the night before Christmas, it still came as a bit of a surprise ( Read more... )

Write a letter to anyone about anything. Say what you have always wanted to say but have been afraid to.

Elisabeth,

It has recently come to my attention that after my rather unfortunate decease, you were ushered away by the Conrad family and thus condemned to spend the remainder of your life as a part of a middle-class American family. Allow me ( Read more... )

Follows this.He woke up feeling a bit disorientated, vaguely remembering regaining consciousness some time during the night and after a few words from the doctor, falling into a restless sleep again. The pain was still there, but nowhere near as bad as it had been when he firs woke up last night. Grateful for small favors, Patrick allowed the nurse ( Read more... )

Waking up - he couldn't even remember when he'd managed to fall asleep - with sharp pains shooting through his entire body, it was merely his pride that kept him from actually screaming. Or perhaps not his pride but sheer stubbornness. After all, he hadn't allowed himself to scream in pain in years - not wanting to give anyone the satisfaction of ( Read more... )

Robbie's second visit finally had Patrick making the decision he'd been tossing around in his mind for the past few weeks. Brendan had left them alone for a few minutes to answer a call, and some - to Robbie - innocuous comments followed which had Patrick, mid-sentence, falling silent. There it was again, the sign that for some reason, Robbie ( Read more... )

This was be the point he'd normally start pacing the room, smoking too much without even noticing and - deliberately - drinking even more. But unable to get out of bed, not allowed to read anything, and no one around to distract him in any way, Patrick did the only thing he could still do: thinkInstead of resorting to counting sheep, which had ( Read more... )