Stories

Joey Balas can’t read, can’t keep a job, and can’t seem to catch a break—until he’s handed a delivery job by his criminal brother that lands him face-to-face with a Cleveland mobster… and a murder he was never supposed to witness. Marked for death, Joey’s saved by the last person he expected: the hitman ordered to kill him.

D is cold, quiet, and done taking orders. Letting Joey live was a mistake he can’t take back—and maybe doesn’t want to. Now the two of them are on the run, tangled up in a mess of dirty secrets, family betrayals, and the slow-burning bond growing between them.

A shattered young Brit, Jimmy, flees his past for Canada, haunted by failure and abuse. On a rain-drenched Ottawa street, a spontaneous act of courage connects him to Hugo, a charismatic jock who challenges everything he knows about love and self-worth. This is the raw, hopeful beginning of an extraordinary journey of recovery, friendship, and finding the strength to walk toward a brighter future.

This story is in response to the prompt challenging writers to write a story without using >> I << in it: Write a short story (at least 500 words) in first person without using the pronoun “I”.

I hope you enjoy this!

This continuation of the story that began as “The Last Boys In Clinton” follows George, Lionel, and Lorenzo to Clinton, Tennessee, a suburb of Knoxville.

It will also cover the futures of some of the other major characters from that story.

Guest Prompt #2 by Valkyrie: Write a short story (at least 500 words) in first person without using the pronoun “I”.

After a devastating loss, the protagonist finds solace in the intoxicating presence of another.

This is a collaborative effort with Jojkk, my friend and an artist on Deviantart.

This story will be a little different than my other works.

A noticeable departure will be that the characters are not in a monogamous relationship. Every chapter will have tickling, playfulness, adorable and loving characters, some sex scenes, and lots of affection. However, not every adventure will involve tickling. I'm shooting for more action packed excitement, and danger with little to no loss of life.

Bob is bored behind the counter... but things heat up when a sexy biker pulls into the otherwise deserted gas station.

This is a two part story that got inspired by an illustration that my friend, lexabro10mg posted on deviantart.

It's the first story I've written with Superman and Lex Luthor as characters.

This story is my very loose take on PT Prompt #301: Choose a sense and then describe something related to that sense to someone lacking that sense.

Scott O'Connor felt it was a mistake right from the start. But the younger man he picked up hitchhiking in the rain was so fucking hot. Yeah, young enough to be his son, he'd found out later the "boy" had just turned twenty-one. The kid offered to blow him for the ride. Picture Leon Allendes. What gay man wouldn't kneel in front of him and offer his mouth? Sure, he offered to blow me, but Scott just HAD to return the favor.

Some decisions don't work out as well as you think they might.