Comicality

It was no surprise that Tanner had made an attempt to call me already by the time I had gotten home. After what had happened at his house with his mom...he must have felt terrible. His voice was so SAD on my answering machine that night. I certainly hope he hadn't been crying. I didn't want him to feel like I BLAMED him for the incident. It just sorta happened, and honestly, I didn't expect anything more out of an old witch like his mom anyway. So Tanner had nothing to worry about as far as I wa

My alarm seemed extra loud that morning as it startled me out of a deep sleep like a train wreck. I hurriedly rolled over to turn it off, and laid back as my heart tried to resume a normal pace after the shock. My limbs felt numb, and my eyes drooped. It was one of those mornings where you had slept for more than enough hours to be well rested, but it just didn't feel like it. I was still groggy as hell, and I knew that my mom would be marching into my room any minute, pulling up the shades and

The first time the phone rang that Sunday morning after the party, it had waken me out of a deep sleep. I was too groggy to get up at the time, but listened for the answering machine to pick up and at least find out who it was. I doubt Tanner would have been calling me that early, but if it was him, I would have gladly rolled my lazy ass out of bed to hear his voice. I perked my ears up, waiting for a voice to start speaking. But as soon as the answering machine picked up, I heard a click, and t

It was one of those days where the rain seemed to just materialize out of thin air in the early afternoon. It started out your average sunny day, and by the time you got a chance to look out of the window again, the storm was already in progress. As I came out of my second period class, I saw Tanner waiting to walk with me to my next classroom as always. But he seemed preoccupied with the rain at the moment. He was sitting on one of the school's large window sills and staring out into the storm,

As I look over at Tanner sitting next to me on the bus every morning, the urge to kiss him passionately on the lips never leaves me. In fact, it grows stronger. How a love like this can only continue to increase in its intensity without any end in sight is a complete mystery to me. There's an addictive sparkle in his eye that seductively pulls me in so close that I'm almost kissing him on the lips before I even realize that I'm leaning forward. I'm enchanted by his every heart lifting word. He t

It was another lazy afternoon at Tanner's house the following weekend. Since I've found my definition of perfection in Tanner, my full time boyfriend now, my mom hardly ever sees me on the weekends anymore. Good thing too, because she would totally freak out if she knew the kinds of things that went on between me and Tanner behind closed doors. All of those sordid sexual escapades that kept us so strongly bonded together. I was sooooo helplessly addicted to the feel of his cool smooth skin touch

Was it the dark? Was it the hormones? Maybe it was just the 'company'. But there was NO way that I could keep my hands off of Tanner. I couldn't help myself anymore. The funny thing is, we almost made it! We almost made it through an entire movie in the dark without touching or groping or making out once! He was my addiction, how could I say no? That's why I was always the first to give in to temptation. And let's be honest, EVERYTHING about Tanner was a temptation. We were watching "Night

It had only been two weeks since Tanner and I had fallen in love. Since we allowed each other to fall in love. And I'm being totally honest when I say that...every day of the week, I fall deeper and deeper in love with him. There's always some new corner to turn or some lovable piece of his personality that I hadn't seen before. And that only urged me to dig even deeper into who he was, and snuggle myself into that part of him as best as I could. My heart never seemed to get enough. Tanner could

Derrick has recently left the comfort of his old school to attend a new prep school on the other side of town. He may not have their money, or their possessions, but once he finds the love of a boy he meets on the bus...he finds something much stronger.

The bus trip back and forth to school everyday was always pure hell! It was forty minutes to school and forty minutes back. I had to sit through it every single day. That's what I get for being so blasted smart. I had actual friends at my old school, people I related to, got along with. But ever since the system figured I was getting too smart for them, they started bussing me out to a school in the suburbs for gifted kids. The excuse they gave was that I needed to be 'challenged'. So I was enro

Little brothers growing up can be tough on big brothers.

"A Whole Other You" "AHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" My heart nearly leapt right out of my fucking THROAT as I screamed out loud in terror! My little brother, Andy, had definitely gotten me GOOD that time! Being away at college for the past three months had softened me up a bit, and left me completely vulnerable to his little 'scare tactics'! It had been a game that we had been playing since we were little, and I was always better at it, being almost five whole years older than he

"Dream Lover" by Comicality I felt my eyes slowly flutter open.... Staring at the dark ceiling above me from bed, I felt a wave of sleep deprived dizzyness wash over me. Ugh! It was that damn noise again. The one that sounded like it was coming from the other side of the wall. Or maybe it was from upstars. I could never quite get a lock on where it originated, I just knew that it never failed to wake me up out of a deep sleep every time. It was this slow, rhythmic, knocking. A

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"All Eyes Watching" By Comicality They say that it gets easier every time you tell somebody you're gay. I don't know...I'm still just as terrified now as I was doing it the first time. I still feel my heart throbbing away to the point of almost being painful, and I can hardly get enough breath in my lungs to speak. When I first told Summer, she took it extremely well. Then again, I expected her to. We had been friends since, like, forever. So she really didn't have much ch

2006 Anthology

“Light Reaches Earth” Asher Denton. Day after day, I watch him come in and out of the building, I watch him walk the halls of our group home in nothing but boxer shorts and a low hanging t-shirt some nights, I watch him do chores and laugh and play with the other boys. And often I wonder...if I'm the only one that stares at him this way. His beauty just CAN'T be lost on the other boys that reside here....I don't care HOW straight they are. They've gotta 'notice', even if they're t

Riley Jordan is a teen at a group home for boys. Disturbed and confused by his newfound feelings for someone of the same sex, he continues to hide it away from anyone who might see it. But when a new transfer comes into the group home it is more of a 'visitation' than Riley was prepared for.

This is actually the very first time I've ever done a Christmas holiday story before, and I really loved getting the chance to try it out. This story was done specifically for Myr, and for all of the authors and friends I've had the pleasure to meet through GayAuthors.org! It's entirely dedicated to them, for all of the love they've shown me, and the support they've given me since welcoming the Shack to be on their server. So....for you Myr, and for all the hours you've put into helping me keep

Gordon is obsessed with the new boy that moved in next door.

I think a few folks got caught up with the Thanksgiving holiday (here in the States, anyway.) Because I've noticed that all of the boards on the site slowed down dramatically for about two weeks around that time. I have three reviews to give this week myself. So it will pick back up again soon. The holidays wear a lot of folks out.

LOL!!! Whatmethods would you like me to talk about Neph? Ask me...you never know...I might be into it! ::Giggles::

Hehehe, you said 'bits and pieces'! Sexy! Thanks!

One thing that I learned to do when I was writing, was to create a few 'junk' folders for myself when I'm writing. Places where I can dump bits and pieces of stories that I decided not to use or felt didn't fit. I've made it a habit of adding to them frequently until I'm done with a particular story or chapter. Kinda like the 'deleted scenes' of a movie or DVD. Sometimes I keep everything that I put in there secret and never release it, and sometimes I just save it for a little while before I eventually decide it's not doing me any good, and I delete it. And on rare occasions, I give people a peek to let them know what 'could have been', if I had gone in that direction. But the main point is...if I'm writing something, and I feel like it's not exactly what I want, I go back to where the 'error' began, copy and paste the text into a junk folder, and start all over from scratch. It helps soooo much, you have no idea. The idea is to get yourself in the habit of getting rid of stuff that you don't want or that you don't think is working in your writing. You might spend 20 minutes writing something...and decide that you just don't like it at all and should do it again. But at the same time, you might not want to erase it or lose all the hard work you just put in. You get attached to it. And that, mentally, can make things harder to work over in your head. It can be really frustrating, especially if it's 'good' writing that just doesn't seem to be working for this particular story. It's extremely hard to edit certain parts without feeling like you're cutting off a *finger* or something every time you delete a well written sentence. So...instead of erasing it forever, if you find a part of your story that you don't necessarily like at that moment...add the material to your junk folder, and save it. That way, if you change your mind later and decide to go back to it, borrow from it, or just wanna to go in that alternate direction after all...it'll still be there. Some of that 'pressure' vanishes. You will eventually train yourself to get rid of some of the frustration and anxiety behind editing your own work. You won't be losing anything, and you're free to experiment a bit more without worrying about whether or not you're missing out on any classic material. Soon you'll be able to take out parts that aren't working easily, without worrying about whether or not you're making the right decision. Your writing process should be *comfortable*. I can't stress that enough. The more comfy you are with the process, the better your work will turn out in the end. If there's anything you're having doubts about at all...get rid of it. Put it in your junk folder, and try it a different way. I do it all the time. And if the 'new' way isn't working...then go back and try the old way again. Sometimes, I erase a huge chunk of the story, and start over...and somehow I find a better way to say what I wanted to say with the part I just erased. Hehehe! Sounds complicated, but it isn't. I promise. Give it a shot. And if you finish a chapter or a story, and never use what's in your junk folder, you can either get rid of it, or you can put it into another story later on. There have been many times when I wrote something that didn't fit into ONE story...but I held onto it, and months or even YEARS later...I found another story that it was perfect for. So I added it in. Some of those 'junk folder' ideas have spawned stories of their own. In fact, it's where "A Class By Himself" came from...ideas that I didn't put into "New Kid In School". Just remember...when it comes from the heart, everything you write is golden. You just have to find the right place for it. So get used to getting rid of what you don't need...but take the pressure off of yourself by saving the deleted material elsewhere. You never know when it might come in handy again later! ***Just A Humble Lesson From The 'Comsie-Method'! Enjoy!***

It's natural for an author to draw inspiration from his or her own life when writing a story. It's the talent of being able to take that current emotion that they're feeling, and truly explain and translate it in such a way where it's accessible to everyone who reads it, that really separates some authors from others. That can mean including real life events, discussions, people, and situations, that took place while they were putting pen to paper. (Or fingers to keyboard, in this case) But...when including other people's lives in your fiction, even with the names changed or characters made to be 'anonymous'...is that an invasion of privacy where other people are involved? Even if it's meant to be harmless, other people might not like being written about. Even in a positive way. CERTAINLY not in a negative way. But when you take a piece of your personal experience as a writer, and it involves other people close to you...is that really a fair process concerning them and their feelings? Say, you write about a fight you had with your best friend, or a private matter that happened between you and a parent, or a sexual encounter that happened with you and someone you work with...should those parts of your story be left out of your writing? Or is it just the kind of fuel that you need to make it more real? Let us know what you think!