Completed Stories 3 - Stories

A troubled young man searches for love or whatever passes for it on the streets of Rouge City.

This is a mature fan-fiction, based on environments and character-concepts from the film "Artificial Intelligence". No characters from the film are featured. This is an erotic story, it contains adult themes and language.

Rated: MA

Two poems about one of life's constants. The first one was written on Mother's Day Eve.

Philíppe, who is in his late fifties, wakes from a frequent dream one rainy Saturday morning. As he moves from bed to breakfast memories from his past flood his consciousness. Unexpectedly, he receives a phone call from a nearly forgotten voice. There is an invitation to the upcoming football game followed by a discussion of where to do planning for the weekend. All the while a squall line is coming in from out in the ocean.

Shiro needs a haircut, and he already knows that Keith is good with knives. There's only a certain number of things which could possibly go awry, right?

Most of the residents of Zinkara Rumah have gone Upstairs for Samhain, and Zai finds himself as the stakes in a game of cards between Everyone's-Favourite-Fawn Jahke, and his own mate Tobias. Watching the two former humans play, Zai hopes that his mate will lose, because seeing Tobias anything other than in complete control is a rare treat indeed.
Little does the empathic demon realise what he's let himself in for.

Starting college can be difficult for a lot of people. For LGBTQ youth, it can be particularly difficult. Navigating a new environment and making new friends is a daunting prospect for Taylor, who finds college life isn't quite what they expected.

A response to Valkyrie's Guest Prompt #2 a short story of at least 500 words in first person without using the pronoun 'I'

Storms, vicious ones, are not always created by nature. This poem is about a different kind of devastation.

A short story about an old man and his grandson. History and sharing.

Immanuel Kant immediately fascinated me, yet this story is not about him, but about how he changed my life.

Actually, it wasn't exactly Kant who changed it, but it was my grandmother's grandmother, who had probably been a witch.