Much Better

It has been a terrible ten days, but I am finally testing negative. The tiredness, scratchy throat and foggy head made me feel worse. I still get tired; it’s a great excuse for an afternoon nap.

All the sick days have allowed me to continue editing and writing my new story. After the emotional rollercoaster of Max and Finn, my next story is unapologetically a story of action. I still have a couple of chapters to finish writing, and then I will unleash it on the world.

I will be dangling the story in the next week or so. Stay tuned.

Don’t Be Complacent

Thank you all for your kind words, I appreciate them all. So far, my experience of Covid-19 is like having the flu. Bad flu. But my neighbour died of it and left two young children and their mother alone. It was distressing when I heard of his death. He was young, fit and had no underlying medical issues.

I am in a vulnerable group and have always been very careful. I had all the vaccinations, took social distancing seriously, and seemed to be constantly washing my hands. The main effects, so far, are a blocked nose, tickly throat, sneezing and feeling like crap. The persistent coughing and sneezing have affected my ribs and my chest aches. But I’m not having any issues breathing. The moment I’m short of breath is the moment I turn up at my local “Emergency Department”. My anti-viral medication was delivered yesterday, and I am taking it: three tablets twice daily. I’m hoping any trips to the hospital won’t be necessary.

If you look at the mainstream media, Covid isn’t mentioned very much. But Covid is still with us, and it is just as deadly. People are getting complacent, and so is the government. Vaccinations are no longer offered to the general population, and I’m not aware of any plans for boosters for those of us who are vulnerable.

I spent three years being scared of contracting Covid, and now I have it. I’m hoping all the vaccinations and the anti-virals will prevent me from becoming seriously ill. I still have more stories to tell and won’t let Covid stop me. I hope Covid won’t stop you from reading them.

It’s Finally Got Me

The pandemic may be over, but Covid-19 hasn’t gone away. I spent the past three years successfully avoiding Covid, but my luck has now run out. Yesterday, I thought I was coming down with a cold and tested negative. This morning, I checked again, and it was positive. I have Covid-19!

I feel like crap, but so far, it just feels like a bad cold. I’m hoping it doesn’t get any worse. I’m immunosuppressed, so I am in a vulnerable group. I’ve put in a call to the NHS, and they may decide to give me anti-virals.

The new story is going well on the writing front and promises more action than you could hope for. That happens when you get five young men at a beach in the Mediterranean. Bear with me; I promise you won’t have to wait much longer.

To write is human, to edit is divine

I have been quiet recently, but that does not mean I haven’t been busy. I am so glad I managed to finish the saga of Max and Min (Finn), and that story really took it out of me. I didn’t know it would take a life of its own and take me to places I didn’t realise it would go. When I start a story, I have an idea of what I want to say, where it will go, and how it will end, but I don’t let that constrain me, as sometimes it takes me in an unexpected direction.

But something has been warming me up in this cold season. The temperature outside may be hovering around zero degrees Celsius, but inside, I am busy editing a story that takes place in summer in the south of France. The weather is hot, the beach is inviting, and the Mediterranean is refreshing. I think I have most of it written, and I’m editing what I have, but I don’t want to start releasing it until I’m further down the road.

I hope you will be patient with me as I dangle the promise of a new story in front of you. I do love things that dangle!

The Punishment of Neil Wilson by David Heulfryn

Note: This story contains scenes of physical punishments. The punishments include birching and sexual penetration. If these scenes cause offence or are liable to trigger painful memories, please do not read any further. Please note that this story is pure fiction and not derived from actual events.

 

This story is not part of “The Chronicles of the Fletcher Family” as it has a dark tone and doesn’t fit the style of that story. I skipped over Neil’s punishment in that story, but we did see some of the effects of that punishment. I only started to write this after I finished the main storyline. Neil’s punishment had to be brutal, not merely a few lashes of the birch. It is also a reminder that Cockaigne is not the paradise it thinks it is, and the residents must adhere to the laws, as the punishments can be harsh.

I will not be offended if some people don’t read this, as it contains some scenes that some of you may find disturbing. We all like different stories, and I know this will not be for everyone. I must admit that I don’t generally read these stories. I don’t find them remotely erotic, but writing it can be somewhat cathartic.

I have new stories planned this year, which will be more pleasant to read. So stay tuned.

Happy New Year 2024

 

Many thanks to everyone who has visited Screeve; I wish you all a Happy New Year. And a big thank you to those who have commented, rated stories or emailed. I appreciate it all.

I have been posting episodes from the life of Max & Finn since October 2022, and despite many challenges in 2023, I managed to post updates regularly. That story is now over, but I do not promise not to revisit it from time to time.

I have a new story next year, “The Punishment of Neil Wilson”. I didn’t want it to form part of the main story about Max and Finn for reasons I will explain next year.

Some of you may have celebrated New Year already; others may not be celebrating yet. But raise a glass to your friends and family. And if you don’t have any, raise a glass to me. We all need to look after each other. I have raised a glass to all of you this year.

Should auld acquaintance be forgotAnd never brought to mind?Should auld acquaintance be forgotAnd the days of auld lang syne?
For auld lang syne, my dearFor auld lang syneWe’ll drink a cup of kindness yetFor the sake of auld lang syne

A Trip To Suddene by David Heulfryn

The time has come to say goodbye to the boys. This is the final instalment of the saga of Max and Finn. They are settled with boyfriends and are enjoying life in Cockaigne. I could write about the boys forever, but the time has come to set them free and continue their lives without me chronicling their most private and intimate moments.

The final part centres on Max’s bully, Neil, and his meeting with his estranged father. The relationship between the boy and his bully has changed. Neil had changed.

I’m not too fond of twee endings and wonder if this could happen in real life. Most of us would have been bullied in our lives if not for being gay or identifying as anything other than straight; then it would be because of your ginger hair, your glasses, perhaps a stutter, or a limp. But it is because of Max’s sheer force of will that he never gave up on Neil, despite his friends and family not understanding. I am so proud of Max!

So, just as we leave Max and Finn, we leave 2023. I’m not sad to see it go, and I hope 2024 will be a better year for everyone.

So, happy New Year and stories from Cockaigne will continue.

After by David Heulfryn

Neil comes back to Max after being punished. He won’t allow anyone else to help him, and James reluctantly leaves Max alone with his bully. No one knows what happened to him on the punishment stage, but he is showing the scars of being birched.

Max bathes the boy and settles him on his bed. Neil is exhausted and instantly falls asleep. Max gently rubs a soothing ointment onto Neil’s welts and bruises before covering his naked body with his duvet.