Stories

WARNING: Mentions of Suicide

A man finds himself alone in his room, with photos taunting him.

Taunting, with no need for words.

Made as an antithesis to Can't A Guy Visit A Friend

The life and times of a mountain top

Angst is defined as “an acute but unspecific feeling of anxiety; usually reserved for philosophical anxiety about the world or about personal freedom”
The poems here reflect feelings of unease, discontent and anxiety—some of the less comfortable things crawling around in my head.

I never felt like I wanted to express this, ever felt the need to say it, to write them down, to... Maybe i was just trying to keep it in me? who knows.. but... here goes:

A yard sale purchase provokes an unexpected reaction.

A father tries to deal with the death of his son

A night on the road. Is Alex chasing a dream? Patrick is angry and Alex is feeling annoyed. Why did Alex kiss the girl?

I wrote and posted this to tklfrat, back in 2008, it was the first tickle fetish story I ever wrote. I ran my original post through Google Gemini to polish the plot and fix the grammar.

I thought there was more to it, I was hoping there was.

I went to a therapist once. She told me to write down my feelings, wants, and desires, but I never returned to give her my findings because my college only provided one free session. I also never wrote them down.

Better time than any, I suppose.