Kody Boye

My personal favorites: Beards Glasses Intellect Broad shoulders Strong hands Strong features (particularly square chins or well-defined noses) Sense of humor Height (I like guys who are significantly taller than me) Age (I prefer guys who are older than I am)

Baelra is a mage persecuted for her magic and as such is being hunted by what are known as 'witch hunters' in ancient Minonivna. In her flight from the witch hunters, she runs into a mythical forest known for a creature that is said to guard the territory -- an equine of beautiful strength and terror that it said to have magical abilities of her own.

She ran. Behind her, dogs barked and torches flickered in the waning daylight, casting shadows off the trees and the surrounding shrubbery. Men jeered, yelled obscenities, and demanded that she turn herself in, all because of something they’d thought she’d done. No. She’d done nothing wrong. She would not turn herself in. Keep running, she thought, desperate to pull hope from a seemingly-hopeless situation. They won’t catch you if you k

Joe Manganiello Jake Gyllenhaal Anderson Cooper Just to name a few...

A man recants his past in a hotel room on Father's Day.

He cries over the drawing his son did eight years ago. It’s simple, really: he left his family and is sitting in a hotel room—drunk, possibly, unable to control his emotions—trying to remember the good times. Those times, however, are extremely difficult to find, because in a haze of emotion, alcohol or not, it’s hard to decipher just what it is he is missing in his life. Is it you? he thinks. Or is it me? It could be either, really. Johnn

This is going to be a quick reply, but I'll make my advice as brief as possible. Your Voice - If you recognize that you have a common, overlapping style iun the way you write, that's good. Some writers struggle to find 'their voice' for a long while. While I believe I've somewhat established myself into mine, any good writer is always constantly improving with the work they're writing. One novel's good, the next is better, the next is even better than the second, then so on. If, like I mentioned, you recognize common fruits of which your tree (of writing) bear, then use those to your advantage. That's an extremely positive way to develop your voice. Your Character's Voice - If, perhaps, you are worrying that each and every character you are writing talks in 'your' voice (not the way you write, but the way in which you believe to speak or admit dialogue,) then you may want to consider doing something I call 'people watching.' I believe that part of the reason why I always find compliments about my dialogue so common is that I've done this over my childhood and during the times in which I do just what I'm about to describe. Say you're with a group of friends. Each friend is different, each friend has a different time of education, outlook, etc. A common example would be the girl who talks in a preppy, 'dumb-barbie' voice (Oh my God, I just had, like, the most awesome time today!) Another would be the proper, educated person--whom, when answering the phone and is addressed, says, 'This is she,' as that is more proper than saying 'This is her.' To break it down in Layman's terms, I think the best way to go about creating 'voices' for your characters is to think about how they talk. Some people (like me) may find this easy, others may find it harder or more difficult starting out. I do believe that dialogue is something you learn to develop over time. That isn't to say that you'll be amazing at it to start, but there's always a grace period in which you're just getting into things and they're rolling smoothly forward for you. Hope that helps, if even a little bit.

ELIJAH (Amorous Things, Library of Horror Press, 2010) tells the story of two men: One, Rudolph, the owner of a business tycoon and two, Elijah--who, by his partner's oppressive need, is forced to be 'perfect.' Perfection, however, is not perfect, as it will soon become apparent when Elijah contracts a skin condition.

The face of beauty is never enough. No. In today’s world, a perfectly-sculpted, biologically-manufactured face means nothing if it is not perfect. Age, stress, hormones, mutilation—the fact that so much can happen in such a short time is almost hard to imagine. It’s like a ticking bomb waiting to explode. One minute it’s a perfect, cylindrical tube, then the next it’s a tattered piece of confetti, triggered by a manmade device that made it do the things it did.

WAR IS IN THE HEARTS OF MEN (Amorous Things, Library of Horror Press 2010) tells the story of two young men: one, a grocery store clerk; the other: a soon-to-be-armed-service member. In the midst of John's preparation to join the military, his partner, Markus, is almost unable to function, as his partner's past comes flooding back like a tidal wave approaching a shore in the form of words from a dead man's lips.

On an early morning in late March—when it had, surprisingly, not rained or snowed—I rose to a day I could not begin to contemplate. John, the late riser of the two of us, remained in bed, unaware that I had departed to face the day emotionally alone. As usual, I made my way into the kitchen and started breakfast. Today, eggs, bacon, and moderately-burnt toast would greet our plates. It would be no different from normal days. Of course. Chuckling, I gr

Timothy Anderson was kicked out of his home when he was sixteen after his parents found out he contracted HIV AIDs. In this short, 1,200-word vignette, we learn of Timothy's life, his future and, ultimately, his fate

I used to live in happy times. When the rain fell cold, when the grass grew green, when the birds used to preen and the kids were mean. I used to live in days when innocence was given, not taken, and when friendships came to life with a simple touch of the hand. I used to live in happier, happier times. I don’t know why they’re gone. There’s a boy that stands on the corner of First Street and waves his arms whenever someone passes by. Be it a car

Jim and his partner Michael live in a socially-oppressed town where being gay is a sheer moral death sentence. At the dawn of the computer era, and in an age where work seems to find him little money or pleasure whatsoever, Jim decides to venture into the world of computer sciences, all the while supporting a man who seems all the more removed from society as time goes along.

The man stands at the register buying flowers for his boyfriend. “They’re beautiful,” the clerk says. “Who are they for?” In this socially-oppressed, medieval-minded neighborhood, you can’t get away with being gay, so he lies. With his tongue in cheek and his eyes clear, he simply replies, “For my girlfriend,” with his face straight as ever. He thinks it’s ironic that he just thought that, but he tries to push the sentiments aside. Calling his boyfriend a ‘s

I haven't been able to keep up with the situation (since I haven't been a round since, say, March,) but I'm glad to hear he's doing all right. Can't stand spiders for the life of me, though I assume my phobia would only grow worse were I bitten by one. Sorry about all the complications. Hopefully these last few are the end of them. Here's to a good recovery, Dustin!

I've had my hair dyed since the last time I've been here, so I thought I'd share.

A friend's second baby just passed away, so this song has been in my head since last night. Great voice, but a haunting song.

It's sad for me to read that a lot of people are in the closet, especially those who are afraid of persecution. I came out in an impromptu way to my mother (she caught me snuggling with a guy at a con, then me making out with him.) I decided to psuedo 'come out' to my dad with a shirt that says 'I'm so Gay I Shit Rainbows,' but he hasn't said anything about it. My brother found out because a friend asked if I was gay when I had a relationship status up way back when. So, I would say I'm totally out. It's a nice feeling.

Thank you. That's such a nice compliment.

Here I am. Blown up to a larger size. Same pic as my avatar. Sadly, the blue hair isn't likely to last much longer, as I need to start pursuing jobs here shortly. Maybe I'll get lucky and score a job at Hot Topic or something. Edit: THe picture resizer isn't working for some odd reason. Hopefully my mug isn't too horrible for you all.

Hi all, Found this site on a whim while looking for places to promote my recently-released novella. A little bit about me -- my name's Kody. I lived in Southeastern Idaho until I moved to Austin, TX in May of 2010 and hold around thirty fiction credits to my name, including but not limited to my recent self-published novella and my short story collection, which was released through Library of Horror Press. Also, I'm openly gay and have blue hair (at least for now. It'll most likely end up blonde again so I can run the job gambit.) Thanks again! - K