Stories

The only world Chris knows is that of the hot dirty steel mill with its relentless pace and violent overseers. He is persuaded to escape, which unsurprisingly ends in disaster - and suddenly his world is a lonely farm, where he is met with contempt and distrust.

The price he has to pay for running away is high... and what does he gain?

A collection of collaborative writings from the Friday prompt blog.

To say Walter Jackson at age fifty-three is a virgin isn’t absolutely, 100%, true. Actually Walter is a 99.99962% virgin. Up to age fifty-three Walter had three sexual experiences that resulted in a total of fifty-three minutes of erotic bliss. Then life changed. Read on!

Looking for gay stories in the late 1990s, I ran across an author named Comicality and his stories stood out from all of the other stories I could find at that time. I explain how a simple email turned into me getting to know one of the nicest and most encouraging people I’d ever known.

Souris (soo-wree) was a happy child in a loving home with perfect parents until everything went horribly wrong. A coming of age tale told over eleven transformative birthdays in which Souris must navigate love, loneliness, and loss to find himself.

Miguel Powers, a powerful businessman with a dark past, is driven by one goal: revenge. But when he crosses paths with Christian, a passionate lawyer fighting for justice, a dangerous attraction sparks between them.

As Miguel plots his twisted revenge, he finds himself torn between ambition and love, seduction and betrayal. In this high-stakes game, the price of vengeance might be more than he’s willing to pay—especially when it could cost him his heart. Will love or revenge define his fate?

Another episode from the files of Detective Gennaro Saggio. Detective Saggio is off for the fourth of July. Simon Gallagher, his partner, is copied on the murder email this time around.

Prompt #9 - Creative scene by @wildone

You run into school knowing you are late, again. You quickly stop at your locker and ditch your jacket and grab some books. As usual the halls are quiet during classes. You dash to your classroom, open the door and start on your explanation and stop. No one is there. No teacher, no other students. You leave and look at other classrooms, all empty. You check your phone and it is actually a school day and not a holiday or anything else. What's happening?

The 2017 revision of a poem I wrote back in 2011.