Inkognito - Stories

Jake Henderson has a husband.

And a habit of ending up in Haven Cooper’s bed.

Haven’s rich, reckless, and beautiful in the way bad decisions usually are.

He makes guilt feel like seduction, and walking away feel like losing.

Jake tells himself it’s just an affair.

But lines blur quickly when ego and obsession start to look like love, and control starts to feel like safety.

In a city full of glass towers and dark corners, the real danger isn’t in being watched.

It’s what happens when no one’s watching.

I wrote this in response to PT Prompt #311: "Write about how you handle negative situations."

CONTENT WARNING: This response contains references to domestic abuse.

Yes, this is personal.

It's also, quite literally, the least gay thing I've posted on GA.

Reader discretion advised, because I had absolutely none to begin with.

Guest Prompt #2 by Valkyrie: Write a short story (at least 500 words) in first person without using the pronoun “I”.

After a devastating loss, the protagonist finds solace in the intoxicating presence of another.

This story is my very loose take on PT Prompt #301: Choose a sense and then describe something related to that sense to someone lacking that sense.

Sam, a biology major, is about to discover a whole new meaning to the simple bear necessities of life.

Inspired by a true story.

As Hurricane Melvin closes in, Mason and Wyatt find themselves facing more than just the storm outside.

Austin never expected his erotic novella would get him bent over in court.
But here he is.
Legally gagged.
Possibly screwed.
And definitely misconstrued.

Straight from the Secret Author forum thread, Detective Inkognito Cheeto presents a noir-flavored poem stitched together from all 23 SA story submissions.

Crimes were solved. Rhymes were committed. No titles were left behind.

Before Grithen was the guarded, stoic vampire readers met in What Didn’t Kill Me Became Me, he was Grit. A loud-mouthed, fire-eyed ACT UP activist during the HIV/AIDS crisis in 1980s New York, screaming for the dying and daring the world to listen.

This is the story of who he was. What he fought for. The best friend he loved... and lost.

The night that turned him into the ash of the man who once burned so bright.

This isn’t a happy story.

But it is Grit's story.