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I don't think mobile are that big an issue as a cause for distraction. In my old school anyway. It was not worth playing on your phone in lesson because you are sure to be caught, your phone confiscated and given a detention. It is usually pretty obvious that someone is on their phone.

What is the welcome thread?

I liked it, until it turned into incest...

Very good first two chapters. I look forward to more.

The day you take away our cellphones is the day you take away our freedoms. Cell phones don't bully people, people do. ~ NCA (National Cellphone Association)

Thank you for your kind words. I tend to avoid contractions in real life, but I do agree that it takes something away from the characters; The characters seem less believable. More robotic. I'll experiment. ~ GP

Revised the story in the top post.

Hey, why is everyone being so mean about teenagers? :P (Typed on my phone)

Cole has a lot of stories on this website. I would recommend them, they're excellent.

This topic is probably in the wrong place. I like this story, just like I like all of Cole's stories. He is an excellent writer. I look forward to more chapters. What is the releasing time frame? (What days will new chapters be added)

Thank you for your comments. I tried to use tense in order to differentiate between then and now. I guess it is quite hard to get that right, especially as a single slip up can confuse the reader. Is this a good technique, or would it be less confusing if it was all in past tense? I have fixed the problems you spotted. It is amazing how you can miss such obvious issues, where fresh eyes see it immediately. Thank you for your time. ~GP

Suicide is a very terrible thing. The fact that he had no hope of things getting better. That even moving to different school wouldn't. In the majority of schools in England, we have extremely strict rules on bullying. It is even part of law, schools are required to prevent it. When I was at secondary school, a pupil was expelled for homophobic bullying against an overly camp member of my year. At least in my old school, tutors are required to look out for pupils. I they suspected any risk of suicide or harm to the pupil, they are obligated by law to reported. From what I have read in AD stories, and what I have gathered from the news, it seems parts of america are extremely strict and conservative, promoting the bad side of Christianity. Banning 'indecent' books and withholding education. Allowing students to be driven to suicide. I imagine the school is happy, another 'sinner' gone from the world. Don't dispense your seeds on the ground and all that. I imagine is quite a biased view, and it isn't the case in more culturally advanced states such as California. Then again, I can't predict the ethics of a country that murders its citizens

I would like to hear constructive feedback on this. Please tell me how to improve it, and how I can do better next time. Thank you for your time. ================= "Why are you here?" he asks. The truth is, I don't know. I don't know what I should do any more. ***** He moved to my school a few months ago. He was quite quiet and sat at the back of the class with a group of girls. It took awhile before we actually talked. It was parents' evening for year 10, and I was waiting outside my chemistry teacher's class. My parents were talking to our neighbours. He came and sat down on a chair beside me. We talked for a while, saying nothing important. I can't even remember what we talked about. The conversation drew to a close when his parents came out of the classroom. "I've got to go now," he said. He started to walk off, but I stopped him, placing my hand on his shoulder. "Would you like to come over this weekend? I have lots of games." "Sure," he replied, "I'll have to ask my parents, though." We exchanged numbers and said goodbye. We became good friends, and then best friends. We slept over at each other's houses, we sat together in class. We went camping in the woods. As we became closer, I felt more and more drawn to him. I began to realise that I was in love with him. I loved the smell of his hair, the brightness of his laugh. I wanted to spend the rest of my life with him. But then he got a girlfriend. I don't see him much any more. We never talk. He is always with her. I hate her. She came between us when everything was going so well. It was my own fault. I allowed myself to fall in love with a straight guy. I wish things would go back to the way they were. Before she came along. ***** Now I am standing outside his house, on a Saturday. I have been pacing outside for ten minutes, unsure of what to do. My heart is beating fast. I feel sick. "Why are you here?" he asks. The truth is, I don't know. I don't know what I should do any more. "You've been standing outside for ages," he continues. "Do you want to come in?" "Yeah, okay," I reply nervously, fidgeting with my hands. I walk in through the door after him and continue to his room. I sit down on a bean bag. "Lemonade?" he asks, hovering in the corridor. "Erm, yes, please," I reply. I have a sinking feeling in my gut, a dread seeping through my bones. I can't keep still, my hands are sweaty. I have been waiting for an opportunity for weeks. And now, when I have created one, I can't carry it out. I can't tell him. How could I tell him? He might hate me. He might never want to see me again, no longer be friends. What if he tells everyone? I wouldn't be able to handle that. The name calling in the corridors, the comments behind my back. The pushes, the punching. I can't tell him, he would tell everyone. I would be labelled. I'd be an outcast. His approaching footsteps alert me to his presence. He enters the room, places a glass next to me, and sits down on his bed. He takes a sip from his glass, but doesn't speak. Why would he tell anyone? He has never made me think that he would. He has never said anything homophobic, but then the topic never really came up. He won't out me. I know he won't. He won't. He can't. In the end he brings me out of my thoughts. "What's wrong? You can tell me. I'm your friend." I look into his eyes, and I see that he is sincere. I take a few shaky breaths, still afraid to speak. He places a hand on my shoulder, but I shake him off. He looks at me. "You been acting weird for weeks. I have hardly seen you. You've been avoiding me. I'm worried about you. You need to talk about what is wrong." I take a few nervous breaths, and l look away. Then, I blurt out, "I'm gay." I can't bear to look at him, can't bear to see his face. So, instead, I study the carpet. He says, "Whew! I thought something bad had happened, or that I'd done something wrong." "Huh?" I look back at him. He is smiling at me. "Well, one of your relatives could have died, or something." "No, you mean you don't mind?" I look down. "I thought that you would hate me. I thought that you would be revolted by me." "Why would I be?" he asks. "You can't change who you are, and who you love." He pauses. "You can only accept yourself." My relief is immense. I start to tear up, and he reaches forward and gives me hug. I know now that everything is going to be okay. He releases the hug, and I look back up at him. "Thank you." "Now that that is all over with, we just need to find you a boyfriend," he grins.

The problem still persists. <div class="storynavbg storynav"> is still in the way. If I delete that element, then the links work. You can see the links, just nothing happens when you click them. Chrome also has such a tool.

It is for the homepage, the page which has a URL of http://awesomedude.com I have sent the email. I am using Firefox on Ubuntu, and the attachment works fine for me, when logged in. Also, the website opens links in new tabs / windows excessively. You should only do that when they leave the site. People these days can right click and select "open in new tab". An example of this is all the links in the navbar, except codey's world, email and the forums. Also, dude's picks should probably share the same navbar as the home page. Do you use a back end? Or is the website all raw HTML? Is there a complete index anywhere? (ie: a table with the name of each novel / story, the author, whether it is short/novel/serial, date written, date uploaded, links)

Nobody talks like this in secondary schools, it is guaranteed to get you funny looks. I have only ever heard "away with the fairies" used by girls, but rarely. Is "driving me around the bend" used in the US? It means to drive them crazy; to annoy them.

"chin wag" - never heard that said IRC. "to have a butchers", "it's monkeys", "up the wooden hill...", "up the duck" - never even heard of these. British English seems weird to you, as American English seems weird to use. Then again, this list is weird. You don't really hear them used. :D

This change allows the homepage to work correctly on mobile phones with a screen width of less than 600 pixels. I am contributing the change under WTFPL. This means you can do whatever you like with it. You could even remove the last modified notice. Add this in the <head> section of the HTML file: <meta name="viewport" content="width=device-width, initial-scale=1.0"> Replace homepage.css with the attached file. homepage.css

Looking at the HTML code, the issue is caused because of small screen size. Because the screen is small, the <div class="storynavbg storynav"> element covers up the links, making them unclickable. (Protip: you can use the "responsive design" tool in web developer tools in firefox to see what the page will display like on mobile devices.) Related: http://forums.awesomedude.com/index.php?showtopic=8530#entry59096

My god, that was terrible. It's almost as bad as my dad's jokes.

Still doesn't work. I'll have a look at the HTML, to try and see what is wrong. My phone is a Huawei Ascend Y300-0100. It runs a modified version of 4.1. My router is BT Home Hub 3.0 (I'm in the UK) Additionally, the link to part 2 on mmihangel's author page does not work. The link on newest complete novels list does. By not working, it is as if there is no link there.

I am using chrome on android 4.1. I read the first few 'segments' on the other site it was hosted on. I guess I'll have to try again on my desktop to read it here.

Oh, you've got to be kidding me. The links on the index of this novel are broken. I guess I'll have to find an external source.

I have read all of Coles. Even that new serial one.

<quote>I cant do it myself. Its up to you. Englands at your mercy, Welshman. Take your revenge. Iawn. I did. I attacked England. And presently it came into Welsh hands.</quote> I couldn't stop laughing at that for over an hour! A very good read.