Stories

A straight friend, an artist who the narrator has known since college, compliments him on the definition of his muscles. The narrator has always considered the straight friend very attractive, The narrator is concerned his friend is not aware of his own good looks and is not keeping himself fit as they grow older. The narrator has a strategy for helping his friend.

This is based on prompt #144:

Describe your favorite place in summer. Make us feel it.

PT Prompt #237

Your character has a unique way of celebrating special occasions. What is it and how did it start?

Joshua struggles with painful memories and emotions when he is invited to his family’s Thanksgiving celebration. His boyfriend Marcus steps in to help him through what promises to be an emotional day as they both peel back another layer of their own childhood trauma and learn that they do, in fact, have many things to be thankful for.

Note: Joshua and Marcus first appeared in We Hold These Truths to be Self-Evident. Many familiar characters from that story as well as Kept Boy to Made Man will make appearances. This story will reveal hints to many character’s futures.

In The Dreamer, Mason and Robert navigate life’s trials, love, and self-discovery against the backdrop of a society not always ready to accept them. Starting in college, their connection deepens as they face family rejections, identity struggles, and career pressures. Together, they build a life marked by resilience and unwavering love. Over time, they marry, have children, and create a lasting family legacy. As they grow old, the enduring symbol of their bond—a ring forged from a meteorite—becomes a reminder to their children and grandchildren of a love that reached beyond time, built on courage, devotion, and unity.

A postgraduate realizes that being conscripted into the Greek Army doesn't necessarily have to suck...

Lucas Sylvane, horse rancher and ex-cop, is just trying to survive both his daughter’s wedding, and the meddling interference of his well-meaning friends and family as they try to figure out WHO Luke’s mysterious midnight booty caller from the past few months, is. Loving the closeted town Sherrif, Noah McNally, a man almost 15 years his junior, just because his heart wants what it wants, isn't a recipe for disaster, is it? Where there’s a wedding, there’s always some kind of trouble to follow, because happily ever afters aren't always fairytales, and when you're trying to figure out hearts and hormones, all bets are off.

This is a continuation of my previous story, 'On My Deathbed.' In that story, Red says "I hope I’m wrong about there being nothing else. I’m a determined old bastard, so if I can let you all know there’s something else, I’ll damn well try", and "I think this is it for me. I’ll be back if I ca..." The incomplete word being can, obviously. You probably don't need to read that first to enjoy this one, but it's short, only 1,164 words.

The Beach House brings together a group of lifelong friends for one final summer before life takes them in different directions. They've shared love, loss, and self-discovery, but now their bonds are tested as they prepare to move on—some to new cities, others to new careers. As the weekend unfolds, laughter and nostalgia give way to unresolved feelings, especially for Michael, who secretly loves Jason. Meanwhile, Jeremy faces uncertainty about his future with his boyfriend, Eric. In this last summer together, they must confront what’s next for their friendships and lives.

Andrew and Eric, wrapped in the warmth of a sunset, share a quiet moment together. As their easy conversation shifts, Eric asks about Andrew's past, hoping to learn more. Reluctant at first, Andrew finally opens up, recounting a vulnerable and intimate story about his first love—an encounter with a closeted athlete that shaped his view on relationships and self-worth. As Andrew reveals the bittersweet lessons of his past, the bond between him and Eric deepens. Together, they reaffirm their commitment to building an honest and loving future, unburdened by the ghosts of yesterday.