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The music pounded beneath the screams of twenty thousand teenage girls. From the wings, Mike Cooper watched Shane Kelly launch into the final chorus of the final song of the tour. Shane had already thrown his guitar pick into the audience and was standing at the front edge of the stage, one boot planted on a speaker, singing his heart out like he had not performed the same song forty-seven times over the past three months. This was finally it. The last song of the last set of t
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Shane Kelly can command an arena, but not the life being sold in his name. In 1999, the nineteen-year-old lead singer of the Dream Boys must keep millions of fans believing he might fall for one of them. The truth—that Shane is gay—could threaten the band, the label, and everyone profiting from his fame. Mike Cooper was hired to protect Shane—and quietly watch him. Months of forced proximity have created trust and attraction, leaving Mike caught between the employers demanding his loyalty and the young man whose trust could cost them both everything.
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After Gettysburg, the War settled into a brutal stalemate. Then, the war took an unexpected turn: General Grant was found dead. At first, this appeared to be a grim accident. But papers discovered at the scene told a darker story—conspiracy, foreign interests, powerful financiers, and the highest circles of government, tied together by a single missing ledger. Little is noted of the rain-soaked cadets from Virginia stumbling upon Grant’s party, other than they were there. But behind that account lay a frantic hunt to recover the ledger before its contents could expose those willing to reshape nations from the shadows.
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Caden is chasing a dream one failed recipe at a time. Beneath a tree in Golden Gate Park, Caden finds Kai—a sharp-eyed fifteen-year-old who somehow knows exactly what's missing from his recipe, despite having no idea why. One impromptu cooking session later, impossible things start happening. Now Caden has a glowing sauce pot, a very confused roommate, far too many questions, and a growing suspicion that Kai has forgotten something important.
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The Flannan Isles Lighthouse Mystery is one of mankind's greatest mysteries, which has never been explained. Until now. In December 1900, three lighthouse keepers—James Ducat, Thomas Marshall, and Donald MacArthur—vanished from the remote Flannan Isles in Scotland. A relief crew found the lighthouse empty, with a stopped clock, an overturned chair, and, inexplicably, one set of oilskins left behind.
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For more than ninety years, historians have argued over the moment at which the American Civil War ceased to be merely a war of armies and became a crisis of survival for the Union itself. Some have fixed that moment at Gettysburg, where Meade’s failure to pursue Lee allowed the Army of Northern Virginia to escape, recover, and preserve the Shenandoah supply lines on which Richmond still depended. Others have looked west to Vicksburg, where Grant’s victory promised command of the Mississipp
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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
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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
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This is a coming out story that occurred in 1989.
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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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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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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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