Hasimir Fenrig

The next weeks passed by in no time. Courses had started, lots of work was the result. Kev had taken up his job at the spa. The situation between Kev and Rob had finally calmed down and there was even a budding friendship between the two. Befriending Rob wasn't easy, but rewarding. At last, she was convinced that Kev meant no harm for me. We spent the evenings together, sometimes all three of us, more often just Kev and me. Our friendship deepened every day and it seemed that we were still far a

Like the two days before Kev woke me up for our running session the next morning. He was wearing the new track suit, I had ordered, and was smiling at me. The bizarre ending of the last evening now seemed distant and blurred; it had faded away like a dream. I smiled back, got up and dressed in the new outfit, too. Kev had some more running tips for me and this time I performed even better. Not much, but notably. I could tell by his look that Kev was very proud of me. It made me happy beyond reas

The afternoon passed and I changed for our visit to the college movie club, before Kev had returned. I felt like dressing up, though I wasn't exactly sure what for. For him, of course. That nagging little voice in my head had to add. I let this comment slip by. Who am I to contradict myself? I chose the pair of blue jeans that were tight on my ass, but loose on the legs. As a top, I decided for a black longsleeve. It had those almost rectangular applications on the shoulders, which made me

I had slept surprisingly well given the events of last night. Once again, I woke up being called by Kev. “Leon? Time to get up. First training lesson.” Kev was back to full grinning mode. At least, he gave no hint that he was still holding a grudge against me for buying the tickets. With a night's sleep distance, I was clearly aware, what I had tried to do: overcompensating for my feelings for Kev. Giving money to Kev was just another way to express those feelings… and a bad way for sure.

I awoke with a start, when someone said my name. I looked up at Kev who stood at the side of my bed. It was early morning as a quick glance out of the window confirmed. “Leon? I wondered, whether you would like to come jogging with me.” “I…I am not a good runner. I would be more of a burden than a partner.” “I don't mind. Running isn't really part of my training. It's more like a morning ritual. To get started… to have some energy for the day. I'd be glad to have you with me.” “Okay,

I startled at the rapping at my door. Nobody in this dorm ever bothered to knock the door, people just entered. “On my way…” I said with a sad excuse for a confident voice. I opened the door… and was staring at the midsection of a man. My eye level was somewhere between his pecs and his navel. Not that I could see any of those: he wore a plain white t-shirt and khakis. The t-shirt was strained to its seams by what must have been the biggest mass of muscle I had ever seen on a man. His ches

I didn’t want to return to my dorm room. Not yet. I would indulge in just one more little delay, before I would have to endure its half-emptiness. A Latte Macchiato from the college cafeteria would buy me another quarter of an hour. Josh moving out of our room, which we had shared for two years, had been devastating for me. He had become more than a roommate. He was my friend, one of my best friends. His departure after graduation had been an inevitable fact, a fact which I had been too good at

Leon and Kev become roommates by chance. Though they are very different on the outside, they find out that they have much in common. A written feel-good-movie about romance, love and the Rocky Horror Picture Show... ^^

Hi all! I discovered this community some two days ago and registered at once. I've finished my first story some weeks ago and posted in on nifty. I would like some feedback whether this story is what is sought here. Especially, if the level of edition and proof reading is sufficient. As a non-native speaker, I'm quite insecure about the quality of language that I used. I've already got some hints by readers that I'm using contractions too sparely, creating a very formal tone in dialogue sometimes. Moreover, I've got the impression that my punctuation is strictly following probabilistic principles. ^^ I just want to avoid to upload some "trash" and to annoy you. You can find my story here: http://www.nifty.org...posites-attract If the story is "appropriate", I'll chapterize and upload it on GA, of course. Thanks in advance! Best regards Hasimir 'better safe than sorry' Fenrig

They would be less blood thirsty as well. What if life was actually making sense?

I see a red door and I want it painted black... Just kidding! For clothing, my favorite color is red, especially wine red. My appliances, I like in silver. For all other purposes: blue... ^^

Hasimir FenriNg is a character in Frank Herbert's Dune universe. I've once registered this email address with gmx.de, forgot the 'n' and voilá... ^^

As a German, I have to bring up 'Summerstorm' ('Sommersturm'). I really loved the realistic pace of this movie. The events developed very naturally.

'Shut your eyes' by Snow Patrol It actually inspired the closing scene of the story I'm just writing... ^^