Stories

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.

A tongue/in/cheek tribute to Carlos Hazday-s "espionage novel", CDMX.

It's Connors birthday and he's spent it alone. But can a call from a good friend cheer him up.

Note: I wrote this story for a school project many years ago and just found it existing in a corner of my hard-drive. I have edited it slightly but otherwise it exists as it did then.

The air changes, flecks of ice decorate the ground. It's the season's first snowfall.

You never know what is on someone's mind.


Nominated for Best Poem
2009 Gay Authors Readers' Choice Awards.
Republished 9/29/13

There's someone for everyone... and when you find that person, it can be a lot of fun!

History is written by the victors.

Maps are written by... George.

A short tale of someone's last journey.

The magic of that first snow, not just of the season, but the first ever!

Twin brothers.
One is gay.
The other is haunted... probably.