Lee Wilson - Stories

Just a short poem for someone special. I hope all my readers can appreciate it.

A short one telling the story of how someone might discover they’re gay.

Lots of people make New Year’s resolutions that they never follow. I thought it would be fun to put together a list of resolutions that nobody would follow.

The boy in the well, told from the well's point of view.

This is a continuation of my previous story, 'On My Deathbed.' In that story, Red says "I hope I’m wrong about there being nothing else. I’m a determined old bastard, so if I can let you all know there’s something else, I’ll damn well try", and "I think this is it for me. I’ll be back if I ca..." The incomplete word being can, obviously. You probably don't need to read that first to enjoy this one, but it's short, only 1,164 words.

The last day of a dying old man is lived from his perspective.

Everyone knows duct tape has hundreds of uses. But what happens when one of those uses is quite unconventional?

The story was inspired by Prompt #211:

You’re a closeted gay man at a company gathering, for example, a conference of some kind. The company brought in a unique kind of entertainment and you’re attracted to one of the entertainers. With their costumes, you can’t tell if they’re male or female. You decide, what the heck, and ask them to meet you later. They’re not what you expected.