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This is a coming out story that occurred in 1989.
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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.
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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
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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
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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?
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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
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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.
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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
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We join two High School Students as they make a mistake. We follow them as they learn from this mistake.
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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
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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
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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
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“Aw, come on, you can tell me.” “No, I can’t.” “Why not?” “It’s a surprise.” “I’ll act surprised. Honestly, I will.” “I’ve seen you act.” “Nobody’s perfect in their sixth grade play. I’m older now.” “A year and a half.” “Almost two.” “That’s stretching ‘almost’ to its limits.” “And how come you know, anyway?” “I kind of helped set it up.” “So it’s something that needs setting up, not just bought?” “Maybe it needs setting up after i
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A young Hispanic teen boy had his life ripped out from under him when his father got transferred. He's getting by, but isn't the happy, gay boy he was before. Something tragic changes that for him. Needless to say, it isn't a totally happy story all the way through.
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The crunch of his boots on the gravel should have been a familiar rhythm, but today each step felt like dragging an anchor. With every glance Neil stole at Liam, the words he couldn’t say grew heavier in his throat. Liam was leaving. Moving to a city thousands of miles away on the coast for a job he insisted was too good to pass up. Neil had played his part—the supportive nod, the clap on the back, the promise to visit. All the while, a cold knot of dread twisted in his gut. As th
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When Liam prepares to leave for the city, a final camping trip with his best friend Neil turns into a surreal encounter with an alien force—with catastrophic consequences. As Liam is remade from Neil‘s thoughts and memories, long buried truths are exposed.
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"I got a secret for ya," Matt's eyes sparkled as he lounged in the patio chair holding a glass of cold beer, enjoying the sunshine. It was summer time, and as always, the patios in the city had finally opened up spilling winter weary people out into the gardens and terraces of all the hip and trendy bars in the city. Scott looked at his best buddy who lounged there, shirt half undone, cocky smile on his face as he and the five others around the table played the old drinking game that i
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Things get spicy when the conversation turns to what are you hiding.
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A noise woke Leoluca. He stirred, uncurling cautiously, taking care not to rock the small boat too much or unship their remaining couple of oars. Blearily, he stared at the far horizon where dark night sky met equally dark, unquiet sea. The small boat's movements in the water were scarcely noticed. It had been so long, he and Giuliu had almost forgotten anything different. Was that faraway, dark smudge his beloved Sicily? Leoluca imagined breathing in the zing of ripe lemons on the tree. Th
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In a time of war, a plan to escape conscription leads to two friends being marooned in the Mediterranean Sea. They both have secrets to hide. Who will be the first to come clean?
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Have you ever been told a story that was insane to hear yet totally believable? No? Well,you might need a healthy dose of whimsy. Also, joke’s on you. You opened this story, which means you’re obligated to finish it. That is, unless you want to be known as someone who doesn’t finish. Believe me, if you’re a bachelor or bachelorette, that doesn’t bode well if that saucy rumor were to spread. What? You think I’m above blackmail? Hon, let me tell you a little fact before I begin my tale.
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A mysterious tale has fallen in your lap. In actuality, it's just a short stack of papers stapled together inside a cheap, green folder that still has the Walmart barcode sticker on it. The only discerning detail is it has "Totally Important Lesson Inside" written on it in Sharpie.
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The Phone Call Sir Gregory Williams sat frozen in place at his desk. The phone call from emergency services at Balmoral saw his world crashing down. As private secretary to King Edwin he was privy to many secrets, none that should ever see the light of day. And now, the owners of most of those secrets were no longer. It was incomprehensible that their deaths happened. And now a call to the Prime Minister that London Bridge had fallen and the Rainbow Unicorn was ascendant. 24 Hours Earl
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It happens in the best of families there are those who just can’t get along or abide each other. This is the story of Prince Duncan, the ‘spare’ to his brother the King. Caught in in the cross fire of the Queen who simply loathes him.
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It started as a bit of a laugh; after all, it was pride month, and who would mess with a large group of friends sitting outside a bar draped in rainbow pride flags, on a beautiful summer's afternoon by the beach? A bunch of out-of-town hooligans, that's who. There must have been between ten and twenty of them all dressed in wife beaters, jeans with braces, and wearing Doc Martens. To be fair, they were minding their own business, laughing and joking as they walked down the pavement past us
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