Kalen

NOW I haven’t painted since I was five years old. Come to think of it, I’m pretty sure I wasn’t even painting then. More dipping my fingers in the pale yellow my dad had decided to coat the garage door with and then running through the house trying to use my hands to walk on the walls. I think I thought I was Spiderman or something, or maybe that the paint would make me stick to the wall. I don’t really remember, although Mom’s never forgotten. So basically, I have no idea what the fuck

THEN “Evan! Phone,” my mom yelled from downstairs, for the third time. “Just a minute,” I hollered back. Again for the third time. Cuz you know, we hadn’t communicated this properly the first two rounds. When you’re naked, soaking wet from the shower and still hunting for a clean towel, ten seconds really isn’t enough time to change the situation, but try telling her that and you’d get ridiculed for taking longer than a girl to get ready. My mother long ago mastered the art of inhumanly fa

NOW “Here, faggy, faggy, faggot.” I grit my teeth and do my best to ignore Kyle Brewer and his moron friends’ usual post PE ‘tormenting of the smaller kids’ locker room ritual. The object of today’s session is some scrawny little freshman, Scott something, I think. Same shit, different day. I shake my head and pull on my jeans on the opposite of the room from them. Brewer’s an idiot. Always been an idiot, always will be an idiot. Usually its no big sweat to ignore his entire existence, but

THEN The day after Adrian’s accidental breakdown slash coming out party, we turned in our history project and went our separate ways. Everything went back to normal. I played rate the hot chicks with Neil and tried not to be jealous he’d landed a major fox like Vanessa, and if Adrian seemed a little quieter and more uncomfortable the few times I passed him in the halls, that wasn’t my problem. I mean, its not like we’d ever been friends before, so why should I act any differently with him now

I wake up the Tuesday after Adrian’s funeral to the musical stylings of my mom banging on my bedroom door and yelling at me to get up. I accompany said stylings with a refrain of sullen teenager in depths of depression and bury my head under my pillow. Silence reigns, crickets chirp, and then my bedroom door slams open and light floods into my lair. I am not pleased. But then, neither is she. “Evan, get up,” she barks. “You’re going to be late for school.” “Not going,” I mumble. “Don’t fee

I first met Adrian Gray on December 8th of our sophomore year. And no, its not like I fucking memorized the date or anything, I just….happen to remember. Technically, I’d known him for years before that. We were in different school districts for grade school but played sports in the same YMCA league, had mutual acquaintances and even a couple classes together once my family moved the summer before ninth grade and we entered the same high school. We weren’t friends though, and outside of class ne

This is how the story ends. A room with a view, three walls coated with tacky beige wallpaper and a fourth with floor to ceiling windows overlooking the bay. Hardwood floors that clatter against your soles when you walk, enforcing solemnity with echoes that bounce amongst the rafters overhead. The steady hum of fans keeping the air circulating, brisk and chill and making everyone shiver. Not that I think anybody really minds. It keeps the corpse in the coffin from smelling so bad. It ends

When a car accident leaves his equally closeted boyfriend dead, Evan Foster must figure out how you grieve for the boyfriend no one knew you had, and more importantly, how do you heal when no one even knows you're hurting?

Thanks! Loving Dangerous Liaisons and Death is Not an Option myself! And your reviews!

Thank you! That's good to know! Considering how long it took me to rub what little brain cells I have left together and figure out how to link my efiction and forum accounts, the internet would probably have ceased to exist by the time I figured out about there being a separate Author's Group on my own. I'm quick like that. And I will definitely check out the anthology stuff. By the way, I just read Fall Creek Lessons recently, and its one of my favorites! I loved the whole thing you did with writing out bits and pieces of the other characters' thoughts at different points in each chapter. Brilliant idea. Green with envy here.

Hey guys, newbie here, enticed by great writing and mostly complete stories! Not just having so many stories to read, but finding that unlike most places on the net, the majority of them actually end up finished = love! Just started posting my first story in efiction and hoping to post more and start commenting on other people's stories soon, just waiting for work to settle down, bleh. Glad to be here!