Thorn Wilde - Stories

After a few days’ stay on a remote and bleak island in the sea, a writer finds that the boat he arrived in has been torn from its mooring by a storm. None of the locals will take him to the mainland, afraid to brave the waters after the storm, and as he struggles to make his way home, it seems more and more as if something doesn’t want him to leave.

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I write poems sometimes. I thought I would put them here.

Poems about my journey and my personal trans experience.

It's nearly Christmas, and Lewis decides to pay a visit to his estranged parents to invite them to his and Stephen's upcoming wedding. Lewis has always been the strong one. Now it's Stephen's turn.

Yet another side-piece to Storms.

In the land between the rivers, near the banks of the river Tigris, lies a sleepy village where something dark is stirring. Epheriel, the angel assigned to watch over this village, senses hatred and ill will toward the village hero Jair, though it knows not from whom. Epheriel wants to protect Jair, who is the most beautiful mortal it has ever seen, but is it worth revealing divinity and risking the wrath of Heaven?

Little bits of me.

When fourteen-year-old Daniel and his mother are kicked out by his stepfather, they have to move to a housing estate in a different part of town, and Daniel has to change schools. He has a hard time making friends, and it only gets worse when one of his classmates takes a rather unhealthy interest in him. His only comfort, to his great surprise, turns out to be the last person he could have expected; the popular and gorgeous Michael Storm.

It's been almost a year since Juha met Adam on his little beach in Finland. Now Adam has come over from America to stay, just in time for Juha's home town's first ever Pride parade. It becomes a day to remember.

When Jake’s brother dies, his mother is convinced that Jake killed him, and he ends up in a foster care institution. The worst part is that Jake can’t remember what happened the night his brother died. The only cure for his nightmares and anxiety appears to be his roommate Alex, but Alex has demons of his own.

In Devon’s world, love is free and sex is fun. Unfortunately, not everyone shares his openness, which is really inconvenient when he finds himself deeply attracted to a former fling’s boyfriend. Maybe there is a chance, though. After all, things have a tendency to turn out okay in the end for Devon.

Matt gave a frustrated sigh and ran his fingers through his hair. Of course Alan had reacted this way. He was loyal to a fault and Dave was his best friend. And Matt didn’t want him to be any other way. He just hoped that their relationship mattered more to Alan than this.

Alan and Matt have a fight, and it leads them both to think long and hard about how they actually feel about each other and what their relationship means.

‘But, Ronan . . .’

‘Hm?’

‘You’re gay.’ Andi hears the quaver of his own voice and clears his throat again.

‘Yeah,’ Ronan says slowly. ‘And you’re a guy.’

Ronan has been there for Andi since he began his transition. Now he wants to come visit and Andi is overjoyed, but he can't quite bring himself to believe that Ronan is truly interested in him, when his body isn't exactly what most gay men would want.

Even though he knew it wouldn't last, Patrick is devastated when his first real relationship comes to an end. Lucky for him, his cute roommate Ali is more than happy to comfort him, though soon enough, Ali is in need of some comfort of his own.

A side piece to the Nemesis trilogy.

It is a truth universally acknowledged that Geralt of Rivia will plough anything with breasts. This is not entirely correct. As it happens, breasts are optional. Yours truly, Dandelion the bard, knows this both from first hand accounts, and from . . . personal experience. The following manuscript is, of course, for my own eyes only.