It was a Monday afternoon, 1’o clock on the tenth of June 2002, basically one month after we lost our car that I received a call from the police. The lady asked me if the motorbike we bought belonged to me. I said yes, it was registered in my name but that my boyfriend rode it. I asked the lady why, what was wrong with it. She asked me if I knew the identity of the rider since he did not carry his ID with him on the bike or in the pocket of his Kevlar jacket. I said yes, why, did something happen, was he ok, could I speak to him?
Without any emotion she told me no, he is dead, and on the way to the mortuary, could I get someone to come identify him. I lost my shit. All of it. At 29 years old I had to bury the love of my life. Oh how Stefan loved that bike. Not even his helmet or jacket could save him. He was doing a wheelie in a busy road, on a long straight stretch and an old man did an illegal u-turn and stalled his car in the middle of the road. By the time Stefan put down the bike it was too late, tried to brake, flipped over and his head and helmet crashed into the front wheel of the old man’s car. Dead on impact. His whole scull was cracked, we picked up pieces of the… Continue reading
Angel-face, You and I were headed for something great. You were way ahead of your time, and I was catching on to technology as quick as you. It was the years when the world was holding it”s breath before the technology wave would sweep up the world, and we were ready, poised to ride the wave into the new millennium. All we needed was that one chance. Just one chance to do something, and you would have been so successful.
Even with little money, few possessions and lots of worries we were so very happy. I loved you, and will always love you to the core of my very soul. You loved me back the same way, you spun me into a cocoon, protected me, loved me, was my friend when I needed one, my love and my guardian. It was as if you knew exactly what was needed to make my fractured soul whole, and you spent every day doing the things that would make it so. I will never understand why you were taken from this world, and from me so fast, I was left spinning, without an anchor, and no direction.
I found those things inside myself and eventually found my north again, but still your loss left a gaping hole that nothing can ever fill.
You taught me the true meaning of love, not just how to feel it, but also how to show it, and mean it. Having grown up in a very emotionally stunted… Continue reading
Accordingly Wikipedia a beta reader is:
A beta reader (also spelled betareader, or shortened to beta), also pre-reader or critiquer, is a non-professional reader who reads a written work, generally fiction, with the intent of looking over the material to find and improve elements such as grammar and spelling, as well as suggestions to improve the story, its characters, or its setting. Beta reading is typically done before the story is released for public consumption. Beta readers are not explicitly proofreaders or editors, but can serve in that context.
Elements highlighted by beta readers encompass things such as plot holes, problems with continuity, characterisation or believability; in fiction and non-fiction, the beta might also assist the author with fact-checking.
I am the author of a medical bookkeeping guide that was released years ago, and have since been qualified as a technical writer. Many software and devices include my helpful but never read user guides.
I have recently turned my interest back to beta reading and I’m offering my services for free for the first 3 authors, to establish my credentials. I am currently busy with the autobiography of a girl named Lisa who’s parents were brutally murdered in a very politically conflicted South Africa when she was only 13 years old. The murders were never solved, and the family never received any answers or closure.
Reading and assisting the author in combining relevant paragraphs, keeping the story as told by the author and not the writer is extremely… Continue reading
Dark Twisting, Thought Provoking. I loved this book.
How the story starts at the police station, and the way the story unravels by Maya sharing her experiences in the butterfly garden. The story line only reveals the shocking events, interwoven into the telling of her life story before and during her capture.
The Gardener as their capturer is known, is a complex man. Cherishing each girl and believing he is taking care of them, and that it is for the best for each of his butterflies to be in his garden. They will be loved, and kept forever young. He loves them and cherishes them, but also unleashes his sons on his garden.
Enter Desmond and Avery.
Two brothers who could not be more different in personality and temperament. The story unfolds into a very unusual kidnapping story, full of twists and turns that makes one question the morality and sanity of almost every character, and sometimes even of yourself. The story is complex, and will leave you with thoughts about the book for days afterwards. The whole book is too complex to unravel in your mind when the book ends.
Thought provoking and a beautiful portrayal of a life lived
Alexander Masters is a fantastic storyteller. He happened upon Stuart by chance one day, and decided to try and capture how and why a person lands in the situation of being a homeless person on the street. He captures Stuart with such grace, humour and also where required – disdain and sometimes heartache. One cannot help but emphasize with Stuart at the horrible start his life had, and even being homeless how he deals with it all. Stu opened up a whole new mindset for us upper (from homeless) classes, one you would never have considered existed. A fantastic read, one that will stay with me long after I have put the book down, and watched the movie for the last time.