drsawzall - Stories

Earth was dying, time had run out. In a fractured world cooperation was non-existent. A dedicated group humanity saw a way out and Operation Plymoth Plantation was born.

The following is a coming-of-age narrative set in the summer of 1968, as we follow JT during July and August as he becomes aware of the larger world around him and his burgeoning sexuality.

After Gettysburg, the War settled into a brutal stalemate. Then, the war took an unexpected turn: General Grant was found dead. At first, this appeared to be a grim accident. But papers discovered at the scene told a darker story—conspiracy, foreign interests, powerful financiers, and the highest circles of government, tied together by a single missing ledger. Little is noted of the rain-soaked cadets from Virginia stumbling upon Grant’s party, other than they were there. But behind that account lay a frantic hunt to recover the ledger before its contents could expose those willing to reshape nations from the shadows.

What happens when nothing is as it seems...

A story of love and redemption overcoming long odds.

We all have secrets, things we sometimes can't even admit to ourselves. What happens when we give in to them...

Life is full of random events; tragedy strikes where it will until random goodness displaces the ugliness. Neither event lasts, fades in our collective memories until the roulette wheel of life lands on the unlucky number of some town or city. We’ve become callused…numb…and disbelieving of events outside of our homes, neighborhood, and state. It simply happens somewhere else…until.

They say that those who don't remember the past are condemned to repeat it. With that in mind, what would lead Martin Niemoller to write a version for today?

It happens in the best of families there are those who just can’t get along or abide each other. This is the story of Prince Duncan, the ‘spare’ to his brother the King. Caught in in the cross fire of the Queen who simply loathes him.

I had had many chances to hook-up, but I wasn’t built that way. Of course, there was the obvious fumbling with others growing up, nothing more serious than a couple of hand jobs after high school which left me unfulfilled. Anita Bryant, Jerry Fallwell, Newt Gingrich along with the not so moral majority, with their contract on America was unsettling to say the least. Gay boys and men were dying, and no one knew why, and much less interested in finding out why. To the best of my understanding, it was virtually impossible to catch AIDS or venereal diseases from your hand, warts maybe, eyeglasses were a risk I’d take. Then Mikey entered my life…