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CREEPER Chapter Three: The Merry Chase The Future is found in the Past. The Past is found in the Future. The Present, a Gift to savor this day. ~*~ Lady Garnette entered her chambers waving her arms, pointing her fingers, whistling, singing, humming and chanting. Quite the bizarre spectacle. To one not in the know. But to a seasoned practitioner it was a bravura performance of unparallel virtuosity. Over two hundred spells guarding her person and chambers were reviewed, upd
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CREEPER Chapter Two: The Fruits of Prophecy The Land of Prophecy lay in a Sea of Mystery upon a World of Possibility called Temple. ~*~ Creeper did not look up, he knew who had entered the room. It was his mistress. Lady Garnette. This moment was not real. This was pain that hurt. There was no comfort in the pain, no release from the sorrow. The Watcher was alert. The Schemer planned. The Warrior stood guard. The Others stood ready. All of Creeper’s reflections were pre
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CREEPER A Foretold Event CREEPER was a bug. His job was to watch the watchers who watched. Yes it gets complicated. He had been at this job all his life it seemed because he had. And he was proud of the fact that he had saved the Prince at least three times. Of course no one knew this except him and one other. Creeper was a very clever bug, he had talents. And he came by them unnaturally, he was half demon. He was the offspring of his mistress and a cull, or at least she thought that a
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Love returned. Love rejected. Ecstasy and obsession.
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All These Years Chapter One: A Memory He was beneath my notice. Too young. Too cocky. Too beautiful. A golden boy. Everything came to him. Everything turned to gold. His touch was all it took. Too easy. So happy. So confident. So smug. Cock crazy and pussy stupid. A deadly combo. Why did he choose to challenge me? Why did he smile at me? Why did he start something. Maybe because I let him. Then the most wonderful thing happened. We fell in love. Then the worst p
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You never know what is on someone's mind. Nominated for Best Poem 2009 Gay Authors Readers' Choice Awards. Republished 9/29/13
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Morning Walk Chapter One: Ritual What is life without your love? The view out my window is just as beautiful. You just don’t see it. Coffee in the morning. You don’t smell it. I grab my coat. But yours is gone. The wind still plays with me as I walk, caressing and tossing my hair. You don’t bump shoulders with me. The big trees bring smiles to my face. I swear you peed on more trees then the dogs. My dogs gambol back and forth. They miss you too. The morning fog has wrought a d
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Love is a game for two. That is why most games are more fun with more than two players.
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At This Moment Chapter One: A Game For Two In that moment I knew. A guy just doesn’t do this as a joke. Ed was in a crouch dribbling the ball with his back to me. I wasn’t sure what he was doing. He just kept backing toward me. Well, I wasn’t going to let him back me up all the way to the net, I stood my ground. And that’s when it happened, Ed backed up to me, pressing his ass into my groin. All the time still dribbling. And we stood still. Time stood still. I think my heart
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A Wild Daisy stories/7180/images/willie.eleven.jpgstories/7180/images/daisy.flower.one1.jpgstories/7180/images/daisy.flower.one1r.jpgstories/7180/images/daisy.blue.seven.jpg Chapter Twenty: The Unexpected Destiny rides, racing toward? Death. Life. Fate sighs. Is it a choice? And two balance on the fulcrum edge. The smallest moving the greatest. A point in time, a moment turning eternity. A man searches for meaning and never realizes he is meaning. Significant. It all spins jus
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A Wild Daisy stories/7180/images/blue.dance.three.jpg Chapter Eighteen: Redemption Willie grabbed the keys to the Hummer H3 from the key safe in the garage. He got in and punched the remote to open the garage door and looked in the rearview mirror to see Beauregard and Bonaparte sitting in the drive blocking his exit. Oh well, he could use some moral support. He got out and opened the hatch and in jumped the two hounds like synchronized dancers. He left the rear hatch window u
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A Wild Daisy stories/7180/images/willie.thirteen.jpg Chapter Fifteen: Rant The edge. The point. The verge. The brink. “I yelled at Dad. No, I cussed at Dad. I’ve got to pull myself together.” Blue had been driving around and around town all morning. Trying to settle down. Trying to think. No. Trying to forget. But a vital part was missing. A link broken. The key pin had been pulled and he was counting down to destruct. Three, two, one. Fuck. He had gained something and th
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A Wild Daisy Chapter Thirteen: Penitent stories/7180/images/daisy.blue.seven.jpg How to answer Ross? “Blue and I did have a disagreement.” This just keeps getting worst. How can I lie to Ross? How can I tell him the truth? How does he know about this anyway? “Blue was upset when he left yesterday, but he was in control of himself. What do you mean he is in a bad way, was their an accident? Is he hurt?” Willie ran scenarios thru his mind. “Ross tell me, please.” “I
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This is not the orginal image, sorry that was lost. But maybe this will do.
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A Wild Daisy stories/7180/images/daisy.flower.eighty.jpg Chapter Eleven: Daydreamer Willie sat in his studio. He hadn’t slept well. Thoughts of yesterday. He should go find Grandmother; she would need to know about all this. He hated disappointing her this way. He rubbed his hand thru his hair one more time. “Oh Blue…” The last sketch of yesterday was still up on his easel. “Gone again. This time by my own will.” This last one was more than a sketch, it was a finished draw
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A Wild Daisy stories/7180/images/daisy.flower.one1.jpg Chapter Ten: Dark JuJu Blue stood from his bow to find Willie glaring; at him and the kids around the quarry. Willie was livid, this was going to go very badly. How could something so wonderful turn to shit so suddenly? Rage. Willie's eyes captured Blue's and rage poured from Willie's soul into Blue's. Blue could feel chains wrapping around his will, his heart and soul. Willie was letting Blue see this, know this. Will
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A Wild Daisy stories/7180/images/daisy.flower.two.jpg Chapter Nine: Applause The drive to the quarry was not a long one. What was once wilderness was now suburbia and the quarry was a seventy acre wood cut off from the world by chain link fence. The property would make a great park. Blue choose to speak now while still driving. He wanted to get something said and he was going to do it now, so it would be out in the open and out of the way of having a good time with Willie,
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A Wild Daisy stories/7180/images/daisy.flower.three.jpg Chapter Eight: Alice, Thad, Jax "Okay, let's see if I can tell it half as well as grandmother. This is a private family story, not told to outsiders as entertainment. It is family history." Willie sat with Blue in his studio and tried to become the story. This was his grandmother's explanation for her own storytelling expertise. "Alice was very young when she got engaged to Thaddeus York: only seventeen. Thad was
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A Wild Daisy stories/7180/images/daisy.flower.six.jpg Chapter Seven: Quarry "Morning Willie, you still want me?" "Of course, can you be here around ten, that way I can get in a couple of hours of work before lunch. Believe me, after two hours of standing in pose, you will be ready to quit. You can stay and have lunch, cook always has something prepared or I can request something special if I give the kitchen notice." "Okay, I will be there, but I want something in
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A Wild Daisy stories/7180/images/daisy.flower.seven.jpg Chapter Six: Tic for Tac "What is all this Willie?" Blue was a little disappointed, there was no bed in sight. "It's my studio. It was originally built by my two times great grandmother Alice. She was a practitioner and supporter of modern dance around 1900. This was her dance studio she had built. She also designed the rose garden as a stage for 'au fresco' performances. Modern dance was one with nature. It was h
