Stories

Making a cup of coffee in the morning, a man considers a painful souvenir of happier times.

One for sorrow, two for joy, three for a girl and four for a boy.

Five for silver, six for gold, seven for a secret never to be told.

I am sure many of you, like me, learned this children's nursery rhyme about magpies. According to an old superstition, the number of magpies seen predicts whether you will have good or bad luck. Something I came across subsequently, was the existence of many variations on this rhyme, some more sinister than the children’s version.

One of those is incorporated into this short story about boyhood abuse.

Like a bad penny, somethings we just can't get rid of.

Never has an attempt at ‘self-editing’ gone so awry.

These angels aren’t the frilly, flowing robes wearing kind. They work hard, mess up and have strict bosses. But they still manage to have fun.

Cody and Damian, blessed with an untimely history, meet again on New Year's Eve. Will this be the final time?

It’s been a while since I posted anything to my XXX Series, so without further ado, here is My First French Kiss, or A Boy and his Redhead. I hope you find it a surprisingly sweet coming of age adventure.

**this story contains graphic sexual situations between consenting minors; three of them**

Short Stories with an aim to skew, be askew and skewer – but all told from the heart. Awww

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I've lived next door to Alex for twenty-four years. Hoping for a second glance and a chance at being more than friends.

But, Alex is different, and he just wants to go home.

Now we're being chased and we need to get him gone as soon as possible.

Josh Mackenzie has led a confined, restricted life until one weekend in May ...