William King

I don’t want an ordinary lover. I want a fucking storm, someone who will make my whole body shiver, from tip to toe. Henry was a very nice guy. Rich, powerful, influential, and yes, overweight. It was mean to nick name him the fat man, but Grif had a nick name for everyone. Over the last few months he’d performed in front of Henry quite a few times. The thing about this guy was he liked to watch, Henry was the epitome of the voyeur, even more than Grif knew. The side of things he sa

It's a mad, mad world! It would not be anytime soon that Marek got here, at least that’s what Joel was thinking. They would have tonight alone, maybe longer, they might have to wait a few days. Nothing specific had been arranged, just that they should get to the house and, well, wait. It wasn’t clear why they should come here, or why they had to leave at all. Something was hinted at, that they were being looked for. No rephrase the they, it wasn’t plural, it was him they were lookin

Supramolecular activation cluster – natural killer cells. Mysteries abound where most we seek for answers.” – Ray Bradbury. “Marek will take care of all that when he gets here,” Joel was following Jack around the house as he explored. They had reached the back of the house downstairs and were in a sort of utility room. The difference here was that this room was floor to ceiling along one entire wall with electronics – dead electronics. At least it all seemed switche

Is it better out west? We are about to find out! What aren't they being told? Maybe it's more what Joel can't remember?

Undefined structure results in losing consciousness. “There is always a cause,” Kado was saying. “The cells are crossing the membrane, microscopic particles are changing negative to positive. The result is a loss of consciousness. Periodic blackouts.” “And how do you account for the memory loss?” Tattersall asked. “Difficult, I’m not sure. Not sure if it’s permanent either. My suspicion is it’s temporary.” “Caused by exposure to the virus?” “That’s what we need t

Nothing is ever certain. “Can you stop calling him the fat man? I’ve said I’ll do it. Let’s make it enjoyable,” Joel told Grif. “Everything’s enjoyable for you,” Griffin laughed. “Henry, that’s his name.” Jack was in the armchair saying nothing, but listening. “If you want?” Grif was toying with the idea. “Jack could take your place.” “Me!” Jack looked at him. “Doing what?” “Don’t play the innocent, you know what this club is. Fuck, you’re friends with Kado

Drugs - it has always been a fascination of mine, what is real and what is imagined. Where is reality, in your head or something fixed outside, or some mix of both? And then there's sex!

In an October 1939 radio speech, Winston Churchill used this phrase to describe a situation that was difficult to comprehend. He was referring to the second world war, a war to end all wars. The enigma here is Charlie and a family called to a quasi-medical facility. The injection administered to Joel has echoes of a vaccination, this was written pre-Covid, but Sci-fi often predicts future events. We will see where things go...

Relaying sensory impulses – homeostasis. It’s all about maintaining balance. “I think he had sex with me,” Joel felt like talking. He thought that was the only possible way to know. To know if it was real. “Yeah, I know.” Grif told him. “How the fuck can you know?” “Because...” Grif half thought Joel might react violently. “Because I was there watching your face pressed against the glass.” “You was there?” “I was there.” “Why didn’t you say anything... bef

Sex is a drug. It was always the same, he couldn't understand the rush to get here. Whenever you got an appointment somewhere official, you waited. You waited months to get a date in the first place, then you waited when you arrived on the actual day. This was, he supposed, a little different. This time they had been called, at short notice. His mum was panicking. "Get your brother, get your brother!" She was almost shouting, and repeating everything twice. "I heard you the

Contamination - making or being made impure by polluting or poisoning. It never really gets light, time passes in darkness, beneath shades of grey. And it is always wet, constantly raining. Joel knew it hadn’t always been like this. No, actually, he didn’t remember anything different, but then he didn’t remember anything. He had this image of Charlie, but he was not sure who Charlie was. The picture in his head was of a young boy watching pod casts. Only it wasn’t exactly a pict

@Talo Segura thanks, next chapter coming up. @drsawzall the story has been published before, now tidied up a bit. @VBlew hope I don't disappoint, a little m/m action in the next chapter.

Contamination - making or being made impure by polluting or poisoning. Neon light glowed in the darkness, electric colours reverberated off the sidewalk. He hugged the tall glass buildings. They gave no protection from the incessant rain streaking in cords from an unseen sky. The red and blue electric billboard was so far up towards the invisible sky, it towered over the street. “Join us for a new dawn...” announced the smiling face, ten times larger than reality. “Watch it!” The l

In a future where it never ceases to rain, Joel finds himself alone on the streets after curfew. How he got there is not clear, his memory is fragmented. Is it being rescued to find yourself in a sex club? Past, present, and future are interwoven, somehow there must be an answer? Perhaps, he is the answer? And what about the other boys? What about the planet? Is there a future?

I'm pleased you liked the book, but there will not be any sequel. I doubt I could write a refugee's perspective of life in my own country, let alone in Canada, a country I've never been to and know very little about (although I did know a Canadian girl when I was sixteen...lol).