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It was a hot and sticky summer evening as the Thunder Clan cats and the nations walked around the lake to the island. They were headed to the gathering that would take place in roughly an hour. They had learned that gatherings were sort of like world meetings. Aside from asking a few further questions, the nations had been relatively silent on their way over....that is except for America.
"Are we there yet?" he moaned.
"No!" England snapped, "now shut up!"
"Actually..." Lionblaze said, "We're almost there." He pointed his tail towards an island in the distance.
"Alright!" America said, running forward. He began pushing through cats to get to the front of the group. "Out of my way, Hero coming through!" he said.
"Wait!" Lionblaze called, causing the white and brown cat to come to a skidding halt. "The leader has to be the first to cross the tree bridge. It's tradition."
"Really?" he said, "I didn't know there were so many weird rules about these things. Sorry dudes. I'll try to remeber next time." England rolled his eyes. Firestar lead the clan over the fallen tree. All the other clans had already arrived. Lionblaze looked around, seeing several new faces.
Those cats noticed the Thunder Clan cats as well. Some of  them even recognized a few of them. "Ohon hon hon!" He heard someone say.
"Oh Bloody Hell! You've got to be kidding me!" England said.
A fluffy, cream colored cat approached them. "Well well well, if it isn't the black sheep of Europe!" he said.
"Sod off Frog!" England said, back arching and fur fluffing up, "why don't you go off and do what you do best like surrendering and drunk driving!"
"Ha! Shows what you know!" the cream cat responded, "It's not drunk driving if you're drinking wine!"
The two looked ready to pounce on each other. Star Clan wasn't going to like that! Lionblaze quickly jumped between the two. "Hey!" he said, "A Gathering is a time for peace! If you two can't handle that, you can go home!" The two glared at each other before separating. It only occurred to Lionblaze later that the two cats had known eachother with out him experiencing this."I'll have to tell Jayfeather about this..." he said.
Speaking of Jayfeather, he had found his way over to the base of the great oak to sit with the other medicine cats. "Hello Jayfeather!" Mothwing called, "How is everything?"
"Good," he said giving her a nod before sitting down. He then sniffed the air, confused. "I smell a strange sent with us. Did you get an apprentice Littlecloud?"
"No, I did," Kestrelflight said, "My mentor passed away a few days before he and his friends showed up. When he did, he asked if he could join so that he could help out in the medicine cat's den. Jayfeather, meet Italy."
Italy suddenly jumped up in front of him, saluting with the wrong paw. "Hello!" he said in as sing song voice, "I'm-a Italy! It's-a so nice to meet you, Mr. Jayfeather! Kestrelflight told me all about you. I really like the color of your fur! Let's be best friends!"
"Uh..." Jayfeather uttered. He had no idea what to say to the fast talking Italian. Something told him that he was going to get on his nerves on a regular basis, though. Befor he could say anything, Italy suddenly gasped.
"GERMANYYYYYYY!~" he cried running off in seemingly a random direction.
"Italy!" Kestrelflight called, exasperated, "we've been over this! You have to stay with the medicine cats!"
"Some apprentice you've got there,"  Willowshine said. Kestrelflight then ran after him.
(Meanwhile)
Germany followed his brother through the crowds of cats, appologizing when his brother shoved cats out of the way. "I swear I heard France's laughter around here somewhere! If I can find him and Spain, I could my trio of awesomeness back together!"
"Great," Germany said sarcasticly. If those three got together, they would have a whole new set of problems on their hands...Er paws.
"GERMANYYYYY!~" he heard someone shout. He turned just in time to see a brown and tan mass tackle him. He yowled in surprise while his brother laughed. Rolling around he tried to get whatever it was on top of him off so he could fight it, but stopped when he heard a familiar yelp.
"Italy?" He said in surprise.
"I was so worried I'd never see you again, Doitsu!" he said, nuzzling the big blue cat. Prussia was laughing louder now, and the cats around them were giving them strage looks.
"It's good to see you to Italy..." he said with a sigh, patting the smaller cat on the head.
"There you are!" Someone said. Germany turned to see a light brown cat with darker flecks running towards the. "Italy! I told you that you had to stay with the medicine cats, remeber?" he said.
"Aww, but I wanted to hang out with Germany!" Italy pleaded.
"Sorry, but no," he said, "The gathering is about to begin and you need to be seated at the base of the great oak when it does." Italy still refused to go. Kestrelflight ended up having to drag him away by his tail. Germany just let out another sigh.
He turned back to where his brother had been, but that space was now empty. "Mein Gott, where did he go to now?" he didn't have time to find out though, for he saw a ginger tom jump up on a branch of the great oak, causing silence to fall.
"Let this gathering be called to order..." he said.
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To be continued.....
Warriortalia chap 16
Sorry this took so long and is so short. Been dealing with writers block for this story and I lost my copy of the first book in the omen of the stars set which I'll need to write most of the remainder of the story. Still I hope you like it!
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January 16th, 1875

Since this my first entry in this journal, I might as well introduce myself. My name is Professor Edward Cadmon. I have recently completed my studies in Biology and more specifically Zoology at Oxford. By the time someone else is reading my entries I will have hopefully obtained my doctorate. That is what this expedition is for after all.
I am to be spending a year in the Amazon rainforest, more than seventy five miles from civilization, to study the strange and wild life forms that inhabit the area, and hopefully discover a new species of animal altogether. This journal is supposed to be solely for research purposes, but I do not think that will happen. I have a terrible habit of going off on tangents with my thoughts, and this journal might end up as much of a collection of personal thoughts as scientific discovery.
I digress. To continue with my location, I arrived in Brazil a week ago and since then, my campsite has been set up. We have had to set up mosquito nets over all the tents, and several lanterns and posts around the area as well as net traps, so that no dangerous animal attempts to enter without us knowing. I have about ten other men with me, only three of them are my assistants (Ralph, Phillip, and Joseph) while the rest are guides and hired help.
I do not plan on keeping this as a daily journal, but only updating it when making a discovery.
February 10th 1875
Sadly, I have had very little to report for the past several weeks. The precautions taken to make sure no dangerous animal enters the camp, have been working a little too well. We have not been able to stray far from the area of our camp, for fear of getting lost in the dense brush. Our main guide has been sick for the past fortnight, and he's the only one of the guides that speaks both English and Portuguese. All the other guides only speak Portuguese, except for maybe a few bits and pieces of English here and there.
So far, all I have been able to study is plant life and a few insects...that is, until very recently.
My assistants and I have discovered a large foot print roughly the size and shape of a mans. The strange thing is, the footprint has three large toes with talon marks, like some kind of birt or reptile. What could we be dealing with? Might it be the missing link between mammals and birds, or mammals and reptiles? Just imagining all the possibilities! I will try to get deeper in the forest and see if I can catch a glimpse of that creature, whatever it may be.
February 20th 1875
Today...I have something truly remarkable...truly...miraculous, one might say! I don't know even how to explain it! I guess I should start from the beginning.
It has been nearly a month since I started my expedition. Not long after discovering the strange footprint previously mentioned, our main guide managed to get better quickly, and began to take us deeper into the forest again. Sadly, we had no luck in finding anymore evidence for the next ten days.  Today though was different. Very different.  While continuing to search, I had gotten separated from the group in the thick underbrush. I ran around in circles for what felt like hours trying to get back, and call out to the others, but I only managed to get myself more lost.
I began to fear for my life. What if I never got out? What if some savage animal decided to make me its dinner?
Every new sound made me jump and panic more. I finally snapped when what I now assume to have been a tree branch brushed against my spine. I ran as fast I could, not paying attention to where I was going, and before I knew it, I was face first in a pile of mud. It wasn't just any mud though. It was the kind you sunk into! I tried to heave myself out, but I couldn't. My body felt like it weighed a ton, and every time I moved I sunk deeper. I cried out for help, but no one answered. I began pleading with God for assistance, begging for him to spare my life...and he did.
Through my blurry vision from the mud, what appeared to be an angel quite literally came down from above to pull me out of the mud! I couldn't believe what was happening. It first landed on a fallen tree branch next to me, just staring at me. My eyes were half closed through the mud, so I couldn't see it very well. I cried out to it, begging for help, and thank God it decided to comply. After a few attempts at lifting me, it managed to drag me from the mud.
"Thank you!" I repeated over and over again, hugging tightly what I believed to be a messenger of God sent to protect me, tears streamed from my eyes, cleaning my eyes enough to clear them when I wiped them I could see clearly again.
When I moved away, I saw a young, male teen that looked to be a native. Not just a local, but a tribal native. He wasn't wearing anything except a loine cloth. He was roughly a foot shorter than me as well. He had dark, caramel skin with a slightly red tint. He had black, unkempt hair; and striking amber eyes, like that of a predatory bird but still had visible whites of the eyes.
Those were his defining fairly normal features at least. He had an impressive span of eagle like wings! They were sadly grey/brown with white stripes at the tips, rather than a more colorful hue that is common among the indigenous birds of the area. Still, they were absolutely magnificent! Each wing must have been as long as his body. I couldn't tell, as they were folded up. Not only that, but I could see and I had felt more feathers on his back, presumably of the same color, as well as a fan of tail feathers coming from his lower back. And his feet...that was probably the most disturbing part. His feet and a little below his knees were where his normal human skin melted into scaly yellow flesh and half bird half human feet. With three toes and talons! Just like the footprints that had been left! I had found it! I had found the mystery creature. I was so ecstatic, I was whooping and hollering in delight.
When I turned back to him, he was looking at me in horror. Earlier he simply had a confused expression on his face. Now he looked at me sickly with wide eyes. before I could ask him what was wrong, he had turned me around and began running his hand down the expanse of my mud coated back. He seemed to almost desperately feel my shoulders as he made a sorrowful whimpering noise. Now it was my turn to look confused.
It took me a moment to understand what was going on, but once I had I felt terrible for the poor creature. He must of thought I was one of his kind and I had lost my wings. I turned and tried to explain to him that it was ok, but he was not able to understand me. I guess I should have known that he wouldn't be able to speak English.
Before long, several loud whistles could be heard from above, a long with several squawks that seemed to be in some kind of pattern.
The not-angel looked up and responded with several clicks and more squawks. Can you believe it? Not only have I been able to witness such a strange creature first hand, but I saw it communicating with others of its kind! I Wish I could have seen the others, but one must never look a gift horse in the mouth.
He was about to take off when he looked back at me. He hesitated for a few moments and then he got a really bad idea. I'm sure he meant well, but none the less it was a bad idea. He attempted to carry me off with him, probably to take me to wherever the others were headed. Now I say attempted. He didn't get very far in trying. His wings, though strong they may be, were definitely not strong enough to carry someone possibly twice his weight (not only was he very skinny, but his bones were most likely hollow like all flight capable aves). Not only did he manage to tire himself out trying, but he kept dropping me by accident or falling out of the air on top of me. He attempted nearly nine times before giving up.
After he composed himself a bit and before he could think of some other way to take me wherever he was intent on taking me, we heard approaching shouts. It was the guide and the rest of my men calling my name. I called back and they came to my rescue, but not before the winged creature had run off. I tried to tell my men what had happened, but they don't seem to believe me very much. They believe I was suffering from heat stroke and it had simply been a regular native that had come to my rescue.
I will not be discouraged. I WILL find that magnificent creature again and prove to the others he exists....after another wash. I still have mud caked in my hair. I may not know much about this creature yet, but there are three things I do know. 1).This is not some supernatural being. He has realistic capabilities(seeing how he couldn't carry me) and is obviously not all knowing (if he were, he would have both understood my words and that I was not of his kind). 2).This is not a simple animal either. This creature has the ability to empathize and seems to have some kind of language. He might even be capable of learning other languages. Oh the stories he could tell us if he could! 3). There are more of these creatures. Possibly a whole tribe of them. Why is this so important? Because this could mean there is another kind of animal on this planet that could achieve the same or nearly the same level of intellect as humans. We are not, and possibly never have been, alone.
February 21st 1875
Well, it appears I will not have to go looking for the creature. He came to US! I'm not kidding. I was sure he had gone off with the rest of his tribe or flock, but instead he decided to track me down. Must have been easy with my muddy footprints. Either that, or he might have been naturally attracted to the lanterns the glowed around the parameter of our camp.
Either way, we discovered him at about four in the morning in one of the large net traps. He was hanging from a tree limb in one of the nets, trying to chew his way through the ropes. Honestly, he looked quite amusing. He was curled up in fetal position with his legs crossed and and wings bent at an odd (but not unnatural...probably uncomfortable) angles with the feathers sticking out of the holes in the net.
He stopped chewing on the rope to look at us. His eyes were wide as they looked from person to person. They were full of surprise, a little bit of fear, and curiosity. The men stared at him in shock.
I smirked and said, "I told you so!" The creature then turned to face me. He didn't seem to recognize me but he quickly became transfixed on my hair. Mine is the only color other than brown or black out of the men on this expedition. The bright shade of orange must have been very striking for him.
Before anything else could be verbally said, Ralph, Philip, and I had silently agreed we had to get him down to study him without him throwing a fit. Philip had a tranquilizer dart ready, and slowly snuck behind him to shoot it into his back. He let out a yelp and gave a look of panic, but he quickly was lulled to sleep.
We cut him down and brought him to and examining table (or rather mat because the table was too small) and with Joseph, began to take notes on whatever we could. His shins seemed to be slightly smaller proportionally to the average human body, being 10/12 what it should have been. His hair, upon close inspection, seemed unnaturally soft for being so dirty and tangled. We took a small sample to view under a microscope later. The rest of his body had very thin hair if at all. His teeth were also very interest. His canines were larger, and his molars were also slightly bigger than a human's. They were very yellow, which I guess is to be expected when one lives with out any hygiene products. All his front teeth looked quite sharp as well, like they were made for cutting through flesh. However, we also found bits of seeds stuck between his teeth, leading us to believe his kind is omnivorous.
He eventually started to awake, and like most anything finding itself in a strange environment, began to panic. I had to run to pin him down while Joseph went to get the tranquilizer darts. Surprisingly, we didn't need them! Once I had grabbed him, he looked at me with slight recognition, and calmed down significantly. A little while after he had, he began to groom through my hair. I had originally protested to him doing so, but caved when I realized it would mean he would sit still. I guess this means we can add social grooming to the list of this creatures' behaviors. Unlike primates though,  he (thankfully) didn't eat anything he found. His kind also apparently groom each others back feathers. I found this out after he had finished grooming my hair. He turned around so that his back was facing me and he looked over his shoulder at me expectantly until I started.
Things got stranger as the day progress. The biggest oddity, was that he didn't try to leave. Even when he got outside the reserch tent, he didn't try to fly off! It didn't make any sense. His wings weren't broken. His tail feathers were straight. He didn't even look slightly injured! Had he gotten lost trying to get back to his tribe and decided to stay here? Was he just plain curious about us? Did he think we had adopted him? I really wish he could understand English.
He got into trouble quite a bit today by getting into things he wasn't supposed to. Curious does not even begin to describe him. He will stop at almost nothing to find out what something is and what it does. So far he has manage to dismantle several of my scientific instruments, break two glasses, and attempted to try on any piece of clothing he could get his hands on(that didn't mean he would wear them as they were intended to be worn).He finds clothing very interesting. About an hour ago I found him with all my once carefully folded and matched socks in one great big mixed-up pile, and was trying to figure out what appendage they were supposed to go on and how many he could fit on said appendage. My burgundy pair are now stretched too much to wear anymore.
I had gotten very angry at him and threw him out of my tent. He then disappeared for twenty minutes and came back, presenting me with a dead piranha in what I assume to be an act of apology. He certainly looked sorry, but I'm not entirely sure. I ended up accepting it, and I plan to dissect it later.
Despite his antics, I am growing very fond of him. He's currently in the room with me watching me write. He seems almost mesmerized by it. I stand by my belief that this being is very intelligent, and that his rampant curiosity is proof of it. He's obviously self aware enough to notice when he had done something wrong and try to seek forgiveness. He still seems to be a child of some kind. Maybe his kind mellows out when the__________
Please forgive the ink line suddenly cutting through the page. He took my fountain pen and then drew scribbles on several of my papers, and what looks like a bird on the side of my dresser...Its actually a pretty good drawing. Still, I'm having him stay in corner he filled with my socks where I can see him and make sure he's not going to get into trouble until I'm finished. I think he's sulking.
On a final note, I have to ask myself a big question. What do I call him? I don't just mean as what should I call him and his kind's species, but what name should I give him particularly?
I can't just keep calling him "the creature". He's obviously smart enough to learn and understand when he's being spoken to, so I should come up with a name for him. Maybe something unique...I was thinking something Biblical for a while as a joke, but maybe not. How about...Zephod? Maybe. I'll see if he likes it tomorrow.
Angel of the Amazon part 1
Welp. I started ANOTHER story when I shouldn't have. I hope to keep this short though.
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Eight story ideas I will probably never get around to writing though I really want to.

1. Scientist accidentally create a human clone of himself. He attempts to dispose of the clone, but can't bring himself to. Said clone is a new born and must be raised and taken care of without anyone finding out, other wise he can be throw in prison for life and the clone would be taken to away and possibly killed.

2. A fangirl wishes for her favorite character in a book series to be real, and it unexpectedly comes true. Said character is confused and disoriented in this new reality. Other characters start leaking through as well. She must help stop her favorite character's enemies and get them all home before it's too late.

3. Mary Sue boot camp. Mary Sues go to boot camp to make themselves perfect with what everyone tells them they don't have: a "personality".

4. Young man gets captured by aliens intending to sell him as a pet. The ship crashes on a world full of aliens who treat humans like servants/pets, but aren't aware that humans have been stolen from earth. He must find a way back to earth as soon as possible

5. Greek soldiers are sailing home after a war when a siren calls them during a storm. Only one soldier manages to resist her and swims to shore of an island. The siren is angered that he was able to resist her and is bent on killing him. He has to find his way off the island and get back home. He befriends many strange people and beings including Medusa, the Queen of the Spiders, and the former queen of an African tribe, as well as fights off many more.

6. Two 13 and 14 year old children (Maggie and Daniel) and their little brother tommy have been living with their Inattentive aunt for the past four years since their parents passed away. They are two different kinds of geek (Maggie obsessed with scifi and video games while Daniel codes games and is a math genius). One day  they head out into the fields near their aunt's house and find an ancient Starship, containing two power suits with plasma weapons that resemble medieval ones and two, strange pods with what looks like living things inside. Soon, aliens of all kinds are coming to earth to get their hands on these super weapons and the children must defend the earth from them.

7. A group of highly trained secret agent teenagers are sent back in time to stop a great evil that has stolen time travel technology and is bent on taking over the world by controlling the development of humanity.

8. A human/eagle hybrid creature (like this one: artdirector123.deviantart.com/… is being kept as a sideshow attraction in a 19th century European circus. A child helped him escape and he ended hurting himself getting away. A daughter of a rich buisness man finds him out on a moore and takes him home and convinces her father to let him stay. While the daughter takes care of him and teaches him English, the circus ringleader, having lost one of his most popular side show attractions, attemps to find him and take him back. When the daughter and Father find out that the Eagel/human hybrid was stolen from his home, they attempt to return him all the while avoiding the ringmaster and whoever he got to help track the former side show attraction down.
How it Feels to Take a Final by Artdirector123
How it Feels to Take a Final
Ah finals. Thank God I'm done with mine! For those who aren't I hope this makes you feel better.
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If there has been anything I've learned in my life time is that when people are face with something they don't understand, many people fall into two categories; stubborn or ignorant.  I know there are other types of people, and even a mix of a few group. I shouldn't be just lumping people together, especially after a...recent revelation I've had, but I'll get to that later. Anyways, I've met a lot of people like this. Having lived in the class I've lived in for so long, you meet people of both categories when running into those of a higher position.
In a way, they're very much alike. Neither group is necessarily stupid. Even someone who had an excellent education or someone quick witted can fall in either group. Both usually just react to a situation based on what they believe to be truth. Most importantly, they both usually have no idea they're in either category. They don't realize that they might be wrong. And that's where the similarities stop. Someone who's stubborn, even when proven wrong, doesn't learn. Either that or it takes a long time for them to accept it and usually they don't fully do so. Someone who's ignorant, however, does learn or at least tries to. I like to think I fall into the ignorant category. The thing is, I never realized I fell into either category until just recently.
It happened one day as I was coming home from work early. I work as a butler for an older business man named Mr. Rechwall. He gave me the day off for my son, Henry, was sick with a bad case of the flu. He's a reasonable man, but part of me believes he gave me the day off less so I could care for my child, and more for the fact he didn't want to get sick himself.
I expected the house to be nearly empty for my wife was out of town visiting our second child, Andrea, who had asked her to help her decide on decorations for her upcoming wedding. However, when I entered the house and went upstairs to check on my son, I quickly found out that was not the case.
I stood there, mouth agape and unable to move, as I saw my son not pale faced and unwell as he had appeared this morning,  but naked and curled up in bed with another equally naked young man. My knuckles were white as they gripped the door handle. A flurry of emotions were flying through me at that moment. Shock, denial, disappointment, betrayal, but most of all anger. How could he have done this? He already had a young lady he had been courting, a Miss Abigail, and he goes on and decides to cheat on her! With a man no less!  A man, who upon a second look, was her own BROTHER!
I didn't make as sound as he slowly awoke with a calm smile. That smile quickly faded and reformed into a look of fear as he saw me and whatever grimace of rage that had carved itself upon my face. I was practically shaking as I tried to keep myself from exploding, and he started to as well but for a very different reason. This began to rouse his partner, who looked upon me with a very similar expression to my son, though tried to move protectively in front of Henry as much as he could.
"D-Dad?" Henry had said, barely above a whisper, "P-please, Dad. I can ex-"
"Get. Up. NOW," I growled through clenched teeth. It was all I could do to keep from yelling. The young man, Robert, had tried to stop him but he obediently got up. I grabbed his arm and pulled him away from the bed before turning to Robert, still sitting on it. "YOU," I said, still trying to keep myself under control but failing,"You have ten minutes to put your clothes on and GET OUT. If you're not gone by then I'll throw you out myself, decent or not! Do you understand?"
He looked from me to Henry. He didn't move until Henry gave him a short nod. Then he scooped up his clothes off the floor and ran out of the room.
I heard a rustling noise as he tried to dress himself as quickly as possible before slamming the front door shut and leaving. I then turned to my son who was once again looking at me in fear.  Without a word I dragged him along the hallway to the bathroom, him apologizing and pleading all the way. I then shoved him inside. "Draw yourself a bath and clean yourself up," I said, "I want you downstairs in thirty minutes. You and I are going to have a VERY serious talk."  He nodded meekly, not looking me in the eye. I then closed the door and went to find him some fresh clothes. Leaving them outside the door, I headed down to the kitchen where I began to pace. I had always thought myself a good father. I spent as much time as I could with them when they were growing up, made sure they focused on their studies so they had a better chance for a more prosperous life, and tried my best to make sure they had a strong moral backbone and go on to live a good, Christian life. It appeared though, that my best wasn't enough.
When Henry had finally come down stairs, I had calmed down quite a bit. He on the other hand, looked like he had spent the entire time crying. He was still sniffling as he pulled up a chair. It honestly hurt to see him like that. I wanted to forgive him on the spot, but I had stopped myself. This wasn't like a bad grade or breaking something on accident. He had to understand that what he had done was wrong.
"I assume you know why you're in trouble," I said to him, expecting him to respond.
He sniffled a few times before responding, "I-I slept with another man," he said, still not making eye contact.
"That's only part of it," I said trying to get him to continue.
He looked up in confusion. "I-I lied this morning about being sick?" he guessed.
I rubbed my temples at this point. "You've got to be kidding..." I said, "You were cheating on Abbigail!"
A look of realization dawned on him. "Oh," he simply said.
"Really? 'Oh'? That's all you have to say for yourself?!" I snapped, "You were betraying the woman who loves you and who you chose to court for her brother for Christ's sake!"
"Dad it's-" he started, but I never let him finish.
"I raised you better than this!" I continued, "What? Did you think because you couldn't get her brother pregnant everything would be fine? That you could sleep with him all you wanted and not get caught? How do you think Abigail would feel if she knew? Do you even care about her at all?"
"Abby knows!" he shouted, tears starting to fall down his face again. I stopped talking after that, my mouth hanging agape. I didn't even know respond to that. She knew? For how long? He had just gone out with her two nights ago! "Abby's known all along," he admitted, "She and I were never together, sh-she helped s-set up a plan so that Rob and I could see each other. She pretended to be with me around you two and their father so you wouldn't find out."
I blinked for a second, letting this new information sink in. "You've been lying this whole time..." I said, quietly and confused, "Just so you could go and have sex with another man?...Why?"
"Because I love him!" he said, still crying, "It's not about sex. He's one of the most amazing men I've ever met and I just love being with him." I stood there completely silent as I listened to him talk. For the longest time, I had thought homosexual men were either extremely sex crazy men who had a particular fetish for the male form or they were pedophiles. I never once thought it had anything to do with actual love. I have never been a hateful man, but I had never been very interested in the subject in general so I never really looked for information. Occasionally I'd hear stories while at a pub or a blurb in the newspaper, but nothing...positive. Any stories I had heard about it, were never about two men being in a loving relationship, only about men being caught in some scandalous act. Thinking back to how the two had acted when I had caught them, and to what my son was currently saying, it became a bit more easy to see that my previous thoughts weren't the case at all.
"He's funny, and sweet, and caring..." he described, staring off with an expression I had seen many times on my daughters' faces when they had fallen for someone. "He's strong and gentle at the same time. He's not always the sharpest tool in the shed, but he always knows just what to say to make me smile," he continued, "His hair always manages to be messy in the nicest of ways and the way his nose crinkles up when he laughs is just adorable!..." He looked up at me after that, smile falling again. "Please don't hate me Dad," he said looking down again, "I'm sorry for upsetting you. Honest! Just please don't throw me out or..."
Before he could say another word, I wrapped him a hug. I held him tight, like I had long ago when he was still afraid of lightning or that a monster would be hiding under his bed. I felt terrible. His last few words had really shaken me. What kind of father was I if my son feared I could possibly bring myself to hate him or even throw him out over something like this? One that didn't deserve his love, that's for sure.
"It's ok Henry," I whispered, "I should be the one apologizing. Not you. I'm sorry. I'm so very sorry...I should never make you feel like that. Can you ever forgive me?"
He was silent for a few seconds, not moving before he decided to return the hug. "I forgive you," he said.
I pulled back and smiled at him before sitting down in a chair in front of him. "Henry," I said, "If you want to continue to see Robert, I'll be ok with it."
He looked surprised. To be honest, I was a little surprised with myself as well. "You mean it?" he asked.
I nodded before speaking again. "I'll try to see if I can talk to him later and let him know,"I said, "I believe his father still has him working in his butcher shop with him, right?" Henry nodded. "Good. Now, I do have some conditions," I said, "First, I want you to stay in school. I don't want you to end up working in a factory one day. Secondly, and I know this seem unfair, but you can't be having sex under my roof. I wouldn't let your sisters do it, I'm not letting you. Now, what you do once you're living on your own is none of my business." "Thirdly..." I continued, "I'm going to have to give him 'the talk'."
"Oh no," Henry groaned bringing his palms to his face, "Not 'the talk'...please!"
"Again, I did it for all of your sisters' lovers, I'm doing it for yours too," I responded.
"You didn't do it for the German guy!" he retorted.
"That's because he didn't speak English! What was I supposed to do, draw pictures?" I argued. He gave an annoyed huff and slumped in his seat.
"Hey now! I'm being nice here! I could ground you for a week for faking sick this morning, but I'm not. You had me very worried, you know that?" I said,"Anyways, Lastly...I just want you to continue to live a good life, alright? Don't gamble, don't go out drinking every single night, be respectful to others, that sort of thing. Alright?"
He nodded, smiling. "Good," I said, "There is one more thing we need to talk about though."
"What's that?" he asked me.
"How to explain this to your mother," I said.
Is Ignorance Bliss
I honestly don't like the title. If anyone has any better suggestions, please let me know.

for those of you who are reading the description first, this is a short story about a 19th century father (named James if anyone was wondering) who finds out his son is gay by accidentally walking in on him and his partner. 
Why did I write this you may ask? Well, let's just say it's a bad idea to watch "A Christmas Carol" while studying for my morality final. 

now before anyone gets offended or upset, I wrote this not to be an accurate portrayal of anything and I did not write this to anger or upset anyone. If I have, I am very sorry.
I hope you guys enjoyed this.
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Eight story ideas I will probably never get around to writing though I really want to.

1. Scientist accidentally create a human clone of himself. He attempts to dispose of the clone, but can't bring himself to. Said clone is a new born and must be raised and taken care of without anyone finding out, other wise he can be throw in prison for life and the clone would be taken to away and possibly killed.

2. A fangirl wishes for her favorite character in a book series to be real, and it unexpectedly comes true. Said character is confused and disoriented in this new reality. Other characters start leaking through as well. She must help stop her favorite character's enemies and get them all home before it's too late.

3. Mary Sue boot camp. Mary Sues go to boot camp to make themselves perfect with what everyone tells them they don't have: a "personality".

4. Young man gets captured by aliens intending to sell him as a pet. The ship crashes on a world full of aliens who treat humans like servants/pets, but aren't aware that humans have been stolen from earth. He must find a way back to earth as soon as possible

5. Greek soldiers are sailing home after a war when a siren calls them during a storm. Only one soldier manages to resist her and swims to shore of an island. The siren is angered that he was able to resist her and is bent on killing him. He has to find his way off the island and get back home. He befriends many strange people and beings including Medusa, the Queen of the Spiders, and the former queen of an African tribe, as well as fights off many more.

6. Two 13 and 14 year old children (Maggie and Daniel) and their little brother tommy have been living with their Inattentive aunt for the past four years since their parents passed away. They are two different kinds of geek (Maggie obsessed with scifi and video games while Daniel codes games and is a math genius). One day  they head out into the fields near their aunt's house and find an ancient Starship, containing two power suits with plasma weapons that resemble medieval ones and two, strange pods with what looks like living things inside. Soon, aliens of all kinds are coming to earth to get their hands on these super weapons and the children must defend the earth from them.

7. A group of highly trained secret agent teenagers are sent back in time to stop a great evil that has stolen time travel technology and is bent on taking over the world by controlling the development of humanity.

8. A human/eagle hybrid creature (like this one: artdirector123.deviantart.com/… is being kept as a sideshow attraction in a 19th century European circus. A child helped him escape and he ended hurting himself getting away. A daughter of a rich buisness man finds him out on a moore and takes him home and convinces her father to let him stay. While the daughter takes care of him and teaches him English, the circus ringleader, having lost one of his most popular side show attractions, attemps to find him and take him back. When the daughter and Father find out that the Eagel/human hybrid was stolen from his home, they attempt to return him all the while avoiding the ringmaster and whoever he got to help track the former side show attraction down.

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