Secret Author

I knew I was in deep shit. My hands trembled as I stared at the large piece of green clay that had been meticulously sculpted into the end of a curled ponytail. I gulped hard as I pressed the piece back against the clay figurine of the Japanese digital pop star in front of me. Even if I glued it back together, the seam would be evident to my best friend's keen eyes, and my panic continued to rise. Jeff had worked on this sculpture from scratch for months, sparing no detail in recr

In mid-February of 1989, I was at a soirée in Laguna Niguel, a lively gay celebration marking a friend’s birthday. Laughter and music filled the air, but a hush fell over the crowd as the television in one corner started broadcasting Marc Christian's appearance on a news program with his new lawyer, Harold Rhoden. He was there to share his side of the story, painting Rock Hudson as a deceitful figure who had kept the knowledge of his AIDS diagnosis hidden. As Marc's voice filled the room, he utt

This is a coming out story that occurred in 1989.

A young teenager meets a stranger in the street and almost against his better judgement and certainly opposite to the warnings he'd been brought up with, not to talk to strangers, he ignores the advice and his own apprehensions. At the stranger's house he accepts a somewhat peculiar proposition which allows him to liberate the secret he's been harbouring.

The sun, a generous painter, dappled the cobbled streets of Colmar in gold as Lucas, thirteen and all gangly limbs, navigated the familiar turns towards Hugo’s house. Their usual Saturday ritual—video games, questionable pizza, and endless debates about alien life—awaited. He was almost there when a voice, smooth as river stone, stopped him. "Excuse me, young man." Lucas turned. Leaning against the ancient half-timbered wall was a man he’d never seen before. Not old, not young, with ey

Derek knows that his days of living under the same roof with his sister are numbered. To make Dana happy, he joins the masquerade party planned by her girlfriend. Little does Derek know that he's the target of a masked steampunk cowboy. Why does that guy seem so familiar?

Derek Vinson frowned as his sister, Dana, walked down the stairs. She was wearing a corset and what she referred to as a "high-low skirt," but he thought it was too short in the front for his liking. That was just his protective side talking, though; Dana was a black belt in Judo and had fought her way out of danger before. They were both wearing similar tophats with vertical copper stripes that matched the fabric of Derek's striped pants. He also had on a white three-quarter button-down sh

It was a nice mid-summer morning. The sun shone bright, promising yet another hot day. Rutha Enaleon stood by a large, open window and looked into the city estate’s large garden. Other families had always been jealous of the Enaleon family's private grounds. Defending the inner city property was expensive because rivals often attempted to destroy the green space by magical and non-magical means to disgrace the family. So, the formal garden stood as proof of the Enaleon’s power. Not a single

Imagine a fantasy city where a small clique of powerful families control everything — government decisions, trade, justice, and who gets to have a say in political matters. The House of Enaleon is one of these powerful families. Having just bested a rival house, their star is rising in the ruling senate, and they have attracted a lot of attention. Jonah, a young scion of an Enaleon side-line and a powerful magician, has been instrumental in his family's quest for power. All seems quiet in the political arena, and Jonah has to face his family because he is about to break with tradition - he has fallen in love.

We join two High School Students as they make a mistake. We follow them as they learn from this mistake.

Eighteen Years Ago: The young couple were both seniors at The High School For The Performing Arts in New York City, and they were also gainfully employed. Both of them had landed jobs in the chorus of a hit Broadway musical. It was hard for them both, juggling school and work, but it was almost over. Graduation was one week away. Neither of them could make the senior prom because they would be performing on stage. So, at the first opportunity following their graduation, they decide

I promised myself when I graduated high school that I’d never come back to this town. Not for holidays, not for funerals, and definitely not for a reunion. It wasn’t just the place. It was the people. The ones who watched everything fall apart and didn’t say a word. The ones who smiled through their teeth while twisting the knife. The ones who made senior year feel less like a celebration and more like a countdown to escape. My parents made it easy. They announced their divorce the fal

Jules drove the rutted back roads with knowledge only locals have. The forest grew thicker, and Jules could smell something. I’ll pull over and have a little snufty around. I grew up in these forests, after all. He maneuvered his truck to the side of the road, just beyond the bridge he had crossed. After turning off the engine and removing the key, he got out and took a measured breath of cold air. He turned in a circle, allowing the airflow to pass over his sensitive nose. Finding th

Henry is on his way to a new life. The most recent episode has left him wounded and sore. Will a fresh start in a new place help him begin again.

Henry heard the howling of the woman, and it sounded like she was in pain. He looked over at the row of ripped, upholstered seats, wrapped in electric blue synthetic plush. Across from him, a woman was panting, her mascara smudged, and her hollow cheeks further darkened with streaks of eyeliner. She appeared to be in pain, anguish as a groan escaped her lips, rapidly turning into a shriek. “Noooo!” she shouted, shaking her mousy brown hair, cropped short in a kind of bob. “He can’t be