Just a bunch of gay one shots. Stories about gay love. Some may be boyxboy some may be manxman or manxboy

Just a bunch of gay one shots. Stories about gay love. Some may be boyxboy some may be manxman or manxboy. There isn’t really a limit on how many chapters there is going to be. I’ll just realise more and more over time it probably won’t end

all the stories here might hurt your feelings or will make you have butterflies in stomach. thank you, godbless.

A handsome gay couple's short love stories lined up for you

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Having her coronation as President broadcasted was just a small thing for Zhao Youyue. So was removing people she detested from her sight.
It had not required any effort on her part. After all, she could care less about what people thought of her.
Cao Chuanguang was no longer in the picture. Now, she could start placing her chess pieces down. As for those who were competent at their current roles and knew their places, she would grant mercy. Her influence as an empress had definitely won over their loyalties.
Zhao Youyue would never waste her time over such small matters. Even if something prompted her to take action, she would not depend on her character cards.
Under such circumstances, she promoted the silent Bai Yunshan and inconspicuous roommate Yu Xuefei to manage the small matters and the well-being of other members.
People were jealous of how lucky these two were. They were once nothing, and in the blink of an eye, they were now secretaries of the president. Now that Lady Zhao had nothing to worry about, she did what she loved the most… exploring the "Two-Dimensional Gate."
Zhao Youyue had not only yielded a great harvest from the source world, she had also replenished the cooldown of the "Two-Dimensional Gate." By sacrificing a character card, she could now select a novel with potential.
She sacrificed the card that allowed her to speak to cats. In the source worlds, this card allowed her to transform into a black cat.
Gone were the glorious days of the horror genre. The character card had long been sitting dormant -- it was close to expiring soon.
Perhaps the trend of animal-themed novels was also dying. Perhaps they might rebound, but that's for another day.
By her memory, the author often indulged himself in Mahjong games. He did not even need that side income. His tenants kept him well-fed.
If he was one day forced to pursue his career in writing, he might produce something better.
Zhao Youyue always believed that iconic novels could only be written by two types of authors. One would be like Han Leng -- highly gifted in writing talents and keen on pursuing the beauty of words. The other would be Su Li, disciplined and dedicated, always striving for self-improvement. Every post she made was fresh and trendy. She did not need the improvement, but she went for it anyway. As long as her passion remains, so would her popularity and along with it, her income.
WIth how competitive novels were, the only way one could keep oneself irreplaceable was to have a fresh and unique character in our masterpieces. When you define the genre of your novel, you would be one of a kind.
However, the reality was never ideal. No masterpiece would ever be one of its kind. Billions of people passing through the passage of time -- a repetition of ideas was bound to happen somewhere. To remain relevant, one had to follow the trend.
Zhao Youyue found a novel worthy for the sacrifice of her character card. It was titled "Endless Apocalypse," written by one whose fans called him, Master PhD[1].
PhD was an enigma. Even his gender was unknown, but they largely assumed him to be male, based on his style of writing. His story was always firm and logical, while the chemistry between his paired couples always wandered towards eternal friendship, rather than romance. Master PhD often exaggerated on brotherhood and the bonds between men. Reading his work was more like a gay romance than the story between friends.
This was the age of Yaoi[2]. He was not deliberately promoting Boy Love, but fujoshis[3] often gave his work praise. Master PhD was just so good at portraying how men strengthen each other with trust and encouragement. His stories were so great, so manly.
Readers assumed that only a man could write such a great novel. The author might even be a muscular gym junkie.
Two elements determined his success. One was the exclusivity of the platform he used. Yes, he was an Ancient High God author, but he had taken a risk when he left Qidian, a.k.a. China Literature Limited before that platform monopolized that sector. He had joined an equally solid competitor, just because they offered him far better pay than Qidian's.
As time passed, that platform changed its course and no longer could afford to keep an Ancient High God author such as Master PhD. The other element was his genre of choice. It was neither mainstream, nor popular. In the end, both parties decided to mutually end their contract.
Master PhD then returned to Qidian and published his novel, "Endless Apocalypse." Having left Qidian for so many years, his image needed some rebuilding.
As a veteran author, Master PhD had braved through many storms and lived through them. Perhaps it was his attitude that kept him going. He was highly passionate when it came to writing -- nothing would shake his faith. His efficiency was unwavering.
Authors like Master PhD could usually be trusted when it came to producing remarkable stories. His novels all started with a few great opening chapters. Eventually, he would twist his stories into unacceptable endings that left readers greatly disappointed. Some even called him the "the crazed devil that burns its tail"...
It was not that he was not a terrific writer. It was his readers who were misled into expecting more from such promising opening chapters. They wanted better endings. They had set their expectations through the roof. How could they still blame the author?
Master PhD was actively involved in the fight against the apps that promoted piracy like Baidu Tieba. [4] He mocked readers who supported piracy, earning their ire in return. It was an era where blatant piracy was rampant. Readers of pirated works firmly believed that they were supporting the author's hard work…
Now, things were different. As the management of online platforms improved its quality, readers have begun to realize the greater good in banning piracy. With the increase of wealthy readers online such as Lady Zhao, online novels were moving towards a better direction.
Lady Zhao was impressed with PhD's "Endless Apocalypse." It had the makings of an original, iconic apocalyptic novel!
Translation Note:
[1] "Master PhD" (p大) is a nickname for the author PhD.
[2] Yaoi fandom (基者见基,腐者见腐) refers to readers of yaoi (also called Boys' Love or BL), a genre of male-male romance narratives aimed at those who participate in communal activities organized around yaoi, such as attending conventions, maintaining or posting to fansites, creating fanfiction or fanart, etc. In the mid-1990s, estimates of the size of the Japanese yaoi fandom were at 100,000-500,000 people, but in 2008, despite increased knowledge of the genre among the general public, readership remains limited. English-language fan translations of From Eroica with Love circulated through the slash fiction community in the 1980s, forging a link between slash fiction fandom and Yaoi fandom.
[3] Fujoshi (腐女): Most yaoi fans are teenage girls or young women. In Japan, female fans are called fujoshi, denoting how a woman who enjoys fictional gay content is "rotten," too ruined to be married. The male equivalent is called a fudanshi. The words' origin can be found in the online image board 2channel.
[4] Baidu Tieba (Chinese: 百度贴吧; pinyin: bǎidù tiēbā; literally: "Baidu Paste Bar") is the largest Chinese communication platform provided by the Chinese search engine company, Baidu. It is an online community bound tightly to internet search services, one of the central business of Baidu. The website functions by having users search or create a bar (Forum) by typing a keyword, and if the bar has not been created before, it is then built upon the search.


An introverted girl has had enough of the isolation inadvertently formed by her solitary nature. Things changed when she discovers that she has the ability to transverse across the fabric of our universe into the dimensions of multiple storylines. Not only do these storylines leave her with invaluable lessons - they also impart a portion of their power - if she is deserving of it. The time has come for Zhao Youyue to change her fate. Never again, will she remain as a Side-Character!

May 9, 2012 – Wednesday 5 pm – CT2 Studio, Central Television, White City, London
I am currently in the backstage of the 'Shawn Vaughn Show', a late-night talk show here in London. Because I am the first British author to be awarded the Outcault Prize for Fiction after twenty years, the producers of the talk show invited me. Because I'm also a fan of the show, I did not hesitate and accepted to appear as a guest. The reason why I like the show, is also the reason why I'm hyping myself up. Shawn likes to ask questions that would catch his guests off-guard or even offend them.
I was actually already awarded the prize last February but after my novel became a best seller, that was only when these TV people got interested in me. I have no grudges for these TV people however; after all, that's just how the world works.
After a listening to Shawn's monologue, I was finally called out. "Our first guest for the night; the award-winning author HELENA PADDINGTON!" I walked out to the platform to join Shawn. I also heard the enthusiastic cheer from the audience members, which I found unexpected, so I smiled and nodded at them to return the greeting.
After I took my seat at the couch, and Shawn took his at his chair, I had to force my mind to be vigilant. I have to be to not say something stupid during the interview. "I like your dress!" Shawn said as he pointed at my blue dress which a friend forced me to wear when she found out I'm going to this show. "Thank you. It's like I'm dressed up for a date." I replied.
"Ah. That's too bad, I don't prefer women." Shawn said with a swivel of his head, which the crowd chuckled at. He's gay. "Well, I just want to look good for you, Shawn. I'm a fan." I said. "Thank you." Shawn replied. That's what I like about him. Unlike other talk show hosts that would say 'I'm a fan as well', Shawn is honest.
"So. While I announced you as an award winning author, can you tell the people at home what prize you won?" Shawn asked. "It's the Outcault Prize for Fiction. An international award." I explained. "And this is special! Right? You are the first British recipient of the award since Evan Houghton for 'Greater Power'." Shawn said to me, but he's actually informing the audience. "Yes. That's right. The first British awardee in twenty two years." I clarified. I heard then an audience member clap followed by the rest of them for applause. I just nodded in response.
"How does it feel? This has to be huge, right?" Shawn asked. "Well. Yes. I never would have thought I would win this prize ever in my life, so it's an honor." I replied. Which is true. I did not write my book to win an award but just to tell a story.
"Hmm. What the viewers don't know is that you also won another international award years ago." Shawn primed. "Yes. I won the Sohlman Prize twelve years ago but because my books did not sell very well, no one aside from the literary circles appreciated my book." I said. "That's unfortunate. I hope the viewers at home will not only buy your recent book, but also your other novels." Shawn said. "I hope so too." I said, don't know what else to say.
"Anyway, I've read your book, but to the viewers who have not, can you tell us a short synopsis?" Shawn said. "My book's title is Australia. It is a story about people who had gone to Australia as tourists. When they got lost, the wild life is not only their enemy, but themselves, their emotions, and their psychological natures as well. It tells about the stories of people like a lone young man, a childless couple, and two sisters who went to the Australian wild to reconnect to each other." I said.
"I've read your book, and I have to say. It's thrilling. I reminded me that I cannot always handle things by myself, but with the help of others too. I'm not going to spoil it for the readers, but that is just one lesson I took from your book." Shawn said. "Thank you. I'm glad it gave you a lesson I intended." I said, genuinely glad. Shawn actually read my book, unlike most of the people that interviewed me.
"But. Why Australia?" Shawn asked a good question. "Well, when I was there for vacation, I noticed that Australia is a place where the modernity meets the primal savagery of nature. So I thought, about the human experience of travelling to the wild. Why would people even leave the comfort of the city to explore the dangerous wild life?" I said. "Many would out of curiosity and adventure, right?" Shawn asked.
"That's true. BUT, just like me who went there to know more about myself, I'm certain that other people went there as well not just to see the wild life. I got interested in those people and their stories." I explained without spoiling my book that much. "Hmm. Indeed. In your book, the wild life is not only an experience of the wild, but it also brings out things that we didn't know about ourselves, and that we would do things we would not even think of doing." Shawn said, supplementing my words.
"Yes. Will it make a person a hero? Will it make a person more selfish? What are we really willing to do for survival? Would we sacrifice ourselves? Or others? I explored these questions with the stories I wrote in my book." I said. Shawn shook his head while staring emptily. That is not a bad gesture. I can see the audience absorbed looking at the pondering expression of Shawn.
"What we're trying to say is, buy the book, everybody!" Shawn concluded. Our discourse about my book would never end had he not cut it short. I didn't like it to end, but to avoid spoiling too much or ramping up the viewers' expectations to my book, I'm glad we also moved on. We spent a few minutes talking about mundane stuff like where I grew up, which food I like, or
"Talking about novels. Have you heard of T.L.D Grimmauld?" Shawn asked. This is the part where Shawn talks to his guests about other things aside from the things the guests promote. His question, however, caught me off-guard. I never expected him to talk about another author. Not only any other author but the enviable Mr. Grimmauld.
"Oh. Who have not? I'm pretty sure some people here in the studio have read his books, right?" I asked. I saw from the corner of my eyes some audience members nodding to themselves. "I have. By any chance, have you met him, or her?" Shawn asked. I almost scoffed at this. Many people tried to look for the author. I too tried to solve the mystery of his identity. I even think that T.L.D Grimmauld is actually not a single author but a group of them. There's no way one man can make 'Middle Earth' by himself.
"It's 'him'. From what I heard, he is an author from Teungeb. But, no. I have not met him. I would love to meet him someday, however." I said, which is true. I want to talk to him or them about their writing process. "What about his work?" Shawn asked.
"Hmm. I am amazed at how he was able to transport us to another world in his novel. The races, the culture, the societies are so detailed; I can't imagine how much effort he put into making them, or the creativity it even took. I could only say that his novel was fueled by imagination." I told Shawn my opinion. "That is true. I would love to see it in a film. Do you think he deserves an award?" Shawn said. I did not like the question. I don't know if Shawn did it intentionally, but it is a trap. I decided to tread carefully.
"Honestly, I don't know. His book is the first of its own kind and there's nothing else like it to compare it to. Saying that, I don't think his book will suit to any existing award. Most fiction awards would talk about the human experience, people's trauma and happiness. Grimmauld did not go deep into that in his novel." I said. From the criteria of any award right now, 'The Halfling' does not meet them.
"So you're not saying he does not deserve an award, but if he competes, he cannot win anyway?" Shawn asked. "Yes. However, I would think of his work as the definition of a pioneer. If I try to write a novel about a fantastical world of different races and cultures, I don't think it will even compare to Mr. Grimmauld's 'The Halfling'. Look, in exchange for the depth of the emotions of the characters that fiction should have, Mr. Grimmauld used that depth in making his novel's world." I replied.
"Aha. That makes sense. By the way, you said pioneer. Do you think other authors will start to write fantasy novels like the one in 'The Halfling'?" Shawn said. "Oh absolutely. It's new and it's attractive, and it offers great escapism. I too want to seek refuge from the world to a new one, even just through a book. Honestly, I'm tempted to write a fantasy tale too, but I think it will take years for me to write one. I'd rather stick with what I know." I said.
I was not being entirely honest, however. Even though I want to tell great stories that I want to tell in my writing, I would also want to be wealthy by writing to the demand of the market. Not suffering from financial pressure while writing a book would be very very nice.


A/N : Alt Title - Jack of Entertainment 

Title : Jack of Arts

Synopsis:
Tayaw is a talented musician who never got to fulfill his potential. After losing his purpose in an unfulfilled life full of regrets; he is given the chance to go back in time and do everything over again.Along with a mysterious gift and an unclear mission, Tayaw starts a new life, this time making his mark to the world.
"Tayaw is a once in a hundred years musical artist! I just wish he was born in my generation"
- Buddy Rich, two-time Gramophone Award winner
"I admit he's a good musician, but he's an author first and foremost. He is changing the world of literature for the better."
- Helena Paddington, Outcault Prize for Fiction winner, Sohlman Prize for Literature winner.
"Despite being a musician and an author, he is to me, the greatest blessing to the film industry. This is his era."
- Heo Dong-jun, two-time Academy Award winner for Best Director and three-time nominee.

"I don't like him. Why does he use actors who didn't train and grind on the stage? He says he doesn't like my acting? What the hell does the kid know about acting? I've won awards for f*cks sake!"
- Merrell Street, five-time Academy Award winner for Best Actor, three-time Toby Award winner for Best Actor.




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A ground work for a novel idea in the future.
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English is not my first language so excuse my limited vocabulary and bad grammar. thanks


It's Monday, and this exemplary student already submitted the research that is due at 8 AM. Today, I want to keep myself unnoticeable as much as possible and keep my distance from Shane. Starting from now on, I don't want to be involved with him.

It's break time, and I just had my lunch a while ago. I had a bento box with me, which was made all by myself because I don't want to be in the crowded cafeteria every lunchtime. Cooking is love, and it's my passion too, so why not use it in productive things. Creating a bento box becomes a habit every morning before going to school.


Oopppssss. I drink too much water earlier.


And it feels like I need to pee, can't hold it anymore, so rush to the nearest comfort room and went into a cubicle. I do not urinate in the school as much as possible because it's too uncomfortable using the urinals, especially when another person is using them. Another thing is that, as a gay, you will be discriminated against everywhere, even in a comfort room. They feel like I would sexually harass them as if I am so interested in their thing, which is untrue. It is such a stereotype.


Waiting... I stayed inside the cubicle for a minute because I need to be sure that no one is there before going out. I stand by until no sound can be heard.
I went out of the cubicle. I am almost at the doorway when someone came in and bumped to me. It's Shane.
I said, "sorry," and hurriedly runs back to the room and slammed my face on the desk.


Keeping my distance from him, and yet we crossed our paths, and the thing is, bumping into him in the restroom. Never mind. After lunch, it is the last class before dismissal. The teacher is absent, and there's no substitute, so it's free time.


"Got to get out of here since there's nothing to do. I will go to the library to study and so that Shane will not see me, and he'll be out of my sight." Speaking to myself and starts walking to the library.


The bookworm in me went straight to the deepest part of the library where only a few people would interest. Remember, avoid people and do not attract attention. This part is the best place to hide as it's in the corner, a little bit darker from the rest as there are fewer lights, and also, there are big shelves around here. I put my things on the floor, sat down next to them, and bring out my books. I would read different books for several hours here, but most times, I would also read BL stories here and daydreams about my fantasies. The excitement that BL books give me while reading is one of my happiness because the content satisfies my imagination. It made me visualize the things I hope to experience for myself as well. There will be times that I would think of as the gay protagonist of the story who was with his boyfriend, and they'll be on a date. The guy was never afraid to be with the gay protagonist even though people would say mean things about them. Something like it's a sin, they are immoral, and such homophobic commentaries. The guy would doubt himself but still chooses what his heart wants. To continue loving the gay protagonist and to be together forever. A happy ending, but it's too good to be true because it's all fiction and is unrealistic.

I got to take a nap for a while.






~nap time~

















"What time is it?" I asked myself in a voice that loud enough for me to hear.

"It's 7:30 PM." Someone talked.

I looked up. My head is on someone's shoulder, and my body is leaning as well. It's too dark, I can't see a thing, but he's a guy base on his voice, and it seems familiar. I moved a little away at the person beside me, and I rubbed my palm to my eyes to see him clearly who is he. To my surprise, it is Shane again.

"Why are you here?" I asked him. He isn't the person who will go to the library.

"Nothing, I happen to pass by," he said, "you'll have a stiff neck if you sleep while sitting, so I let you borrow my shoulder to sleep on." He proudly said, as if he is praising his self for doing a good job.

"Thank you. I should get going." The school will be locked at 8 PM. I picked up my things and left.

"Wait," he said, but I ignored him and continue walking.

I was at the doorway, and I saw Ley leaning in the wall. When I was in front of him, he grabbed my right wrist and said, "let's go."
We were about to go, but Shane had a grip on my left arm as he had made it to where I am.

"I said wait..." Shane said.

I looked at him with my face asking why. Ley's hold becomes tight as he looks upon us. But suddenly, Shane released my hand. Then, Ley started walking fast, still holding my wrist, leaving Shane behind.

When we were outside the school, I whispered, "it's hurting," Ley stopped, and he turned to faced me.

He said, "sorry," and hugged me. "You made me worried."

Ziggy, your ordinary person with an extraordinary personality. He is just a bad bitch minding his own business until something happened, I mean someone from the past came knocking into his present. This shocked his core and made his life up and down. Everything seems complicated. Together, let us unlock the story of this guy named Ziggy.




Hi! I'm just a new and aspiring writer, but I assure you that you will have a fun time reading my story. Please be kind and bear with me. Thank you for your support.

June Gibbons (conceived 11 April 1963) and Jennifer Gibbons (11 April 1963 – 9 March 1993) were indistinguishable twins who experienced childhood in Wales. They got known as "The Silent Twins" since they just spoke with one another. They composed works of fiction. The two ladies were admitted to Broadmoor Hospital where they were held for a very long time. 

Youth 

June and Jennifer were the girls of Caribbean migrants Gloria and Aubrey Gibbons. The Gibbons family moved from Barbados to the United Kingdom in the mid-1960s, as a feature of the Windrush age. Gloria was a housewife and Aubrey functioned as an expert for the Royal Air Force. The couple additionally had a little girl, Greta, brought into the world in 1957 and a child, David, brought into the world in 1959.[citation needed] 

In 1960 Aubrey went to stay with a relative in Coventry and before long qualified as a staff expert. Gloria followed, with Greta and David, a while later. The twins were brought into the world on 11 April 1963 at a tactical emergency clinic in Aden, Yemen, where their dad had been conveyed. The family before long moved—first to England, and in 1974, to Haverfordwest, Wales. The twin sisters were indivisible and their language, an accelerated Bajan Creole, made it hard for individuals to get them. 

The family's kids were the solitary dark kids locally. The entirety of the youngsters was regularly excluded at school. This ends up being horrible for the twins, in the end making their school overseers excuse them early every day with the goal that they may abstain from tormenting. Their language turned out to be much more peculiar right now. Before long it was garbled to other people. Their language, or idioglossia, qualified to act as an illustration of cryptophasia, exemplified by the twins' concurrent activities, which regularly reflected one another. The twins turned out to be progressively saved and in the long run addressed nobody aside from one another and their more youthful sister Rose.[5][page needed] 

The young ladies kept on going to class, even though they would not peruse or compose. In 1974, a surgeon controlling immunizations at the school noticed their apathetic conduct and advised a kid analyst. The twins started seeing a progression of advisors who attempted fruitlessly to get them to speak with others. They were shipped off independent live-in schools trying to break their seclusion, yet the pair got mental and completely removed when separated.

Innovative articulation 

At the point when they were brought together, the two went through quite a long while separating themselves in their room, occupied with intricate plays with dolls. They made numerous plays and stories in a kind of drama style, perusing some of them resoundingly on tape as presents for their sister Rose. Roused by a couple of present journals on Christmas 1979, they started their composing professions. They requested a mail request course in experimental writing, and each kept a broad journal and composed various stories, sonnets and books. Set principally in the United States and especially in Malibu, California, the tales include young fellows and ladies who display peculiar and frequently criminal behavior.[page needed] 

June composed a novel named Pepsi-Cola Addict, in which the secondary school saint is allured by an instructor, at that point sent away to a reformatory where a gay gatekeeper makes a play for him. The two young ladies pooled together their joblessness benefits to get the novel distributed by a vanity press. Their different endeavors to distribute books and stories were fruitless. In Jennifer's The Pugilist, a doctor is so anxious to save his youngster's life that he executes the family canine to acquire its heart for a transfer. The canine's soul lives on in the youngster and at last, has its retribution against the dad. Jennifer likewise composed Discomania, the account of a young lady who finds that the climate of a nearby disco instigates benefactors to crazy savagery. She circled back to The Taxi-Driver's Son, a radio play called Postman and Postwoman, and a few short stories. June Gibbons is viewed as an untouchable author.

Hospitalization 

In their later adolescent years, the twins started trying different things with medications and liquor. In 1981, the young ladies carried out various violations including defacement, negligible robbery, and incendiarism, which prompted they're being conceded to Broadmoor Hospital, a high-security emotional well-being medical clinic. The twins were condemned to uncertain detainment under the Mental Health Act 1983. They stayed at Broadmoor for a very long time. June later pinned this extensive sentence on their particular muteness: "Adolescent reprobates get two years in jail... We got twelve years of hellfire since we didn't talk... We lost expectation, truly. I composed a letter to the Queen, requesting that she get us out. In any case, we were caught." Placed on high portions of antipsychotic drugs, they got themselves incapable to focus; Jennifer created tardive dyskinesia (a neurological issue bringing about compulsory, dreary developments). Their meds were changed adequately to permit them to proceed with the abundant journals they had started in 1980, and they had the option to join the medical clinic ensemble, yet they lost the majority of their advantage in imaginative writing.[page needed] 

The case gained a reputation because of paper inclusion by columnist Marjorie Wallace of The Sunday Times. Wallace later composed a book about the two called The Silent Twins, distributed in 1986.

Jennifer's demise 

As indicated by Wallace, the young ladies had a longstanding understanding that if one passed on, the other should start to talk and carry on with a typical life. During their visit to the medical clinic, they started to accept that it was important for one of them to pass on, and after many conversations, Jennifer consented to make the penance of her life. In March 1993, the twins were moved from Broadmoor to the more open Caswell Clinic in Bridgend, Wales. On appearance, Jennifer couldn't be animated. She was taken to the emergency clinic where she kicked the bucket not long after of intense myocarditis, an abrupt irritation of the heart. There was no proof of medications or toxic substances in her framework, and her passing remaining parts a secret. 

At the examination, June uncovered that Jennifer had been acting peculiarly for about a day before their delivery; her discourse had been slurring, and she had said that she was biting the dust. On the excursion to Caswell, she had stayed in June's lap with her eyes open. On a visit a couple of days after the fact, Wallace related that June "was feeling peculiar". She said, "I'm free finally, freed, and finally Jennifer has surrendered her life for me". Jennifer was buried in St Martin's Cemetery, Haverfordwest, Pembrokeshire, Wales. 

After Jennifer's passing, June gave interviews with Harper's Bazaar and The Guardian. By 2008, she was living discreetly and autonomously, close to her folks in West Wales. She was not, at this point observed by mental administrations, acknowledged by her local area, and looked to put the past behind her. A 2016 meeting with her sister Greta uncovered that the family had been profoundly upset by the young ladies' detainment. She reprimanded Broadmoor for destroying their lives and for disregarding Jennifer's wellbeing. She had needed to record a claim against Broadmoor, however, Aubrey and Gloria denied it, saying it would not bring Jennifer back.

In the media 

The pair were the subject of the 1986 TV show The Silent Twins, broadcast on BBC2 as a component of its Screen Two series,[15] and an Inside Story narrative Silent Twin – Without My Shadow, which circulated on BBC1 in September 1994.[16] A play dependent on Wallace's book, named Speechless, appeared in London in 2011.[8] 

The twins' story likewise enlivened the 1998 Manic Street Preacher's tune "Tsunami".[17] 

Clean producer Agnieszka Smoczyńska is set to coordinate a component film with the twins as the subject, featuring entertainer Letitia Wright, because of the 1986 book The Silent Twins by Marjorie Wallace. It will be the chief's English language debut. The film will be a global co-creation between the UK's 42 Management and Production and Poland's Mandats and supported by the Polish Film Institute and Moderator Inwestycje.

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