Parker Owens - Stories

He lived alone with a father who beat the hell out of him. His mom abandoned him years ago. There was a roof over his head, and food, when his dad let him eat. One day, all that changed: he ran in fear for his life with nothing but the clothes on his back. And his journal.

Most of Rick’s life was performed solo and in quiet. He told himself he liked it that way, preferring to keep even his closest friends away from his secrets. But an aggressive woman and a stranger in town found a way to bring out his inner music.

Small town life still exists like this. The pace is slow, and everyone knows your name. And your business.

Predators devour their prey. When the predator becomes prey himself, why should he expect mercy? What follows is the story of what happened when the tables got turned.

You can follow conversation about the story at http://www.gayauthors.org/forums/topic/42145-predator-prey-–-by-parker-owens/?p=641726

A second book of poetry, posted in no particular order or schedule. Maybe it's better than the first. Or not.

There are leaps of faith. Is there a leap of hope? Originally written as a response to Prompt#448:" What did he just say?" It just kept growing.

Fitful, occasional contributions to a poetry collection.

This was an amusing project Skinnydragon and I started almost a year ago. In it, characters from two of our stories spent a day together. Skinny asked me to complete the story, but it has taken me a long time to do so.

A man at the twilight of his career is invited to a speaking engagement. What he hears in response matters.

They lived happily together. And then something ripped them apart.

Written in response to the Grid and Dice Prompt: A lonely duck who can't shift flies away from Roswell, NM with "Shit, they saw me!" echoing in his brain.