Stories

This was written as an entry in the 2025 Writing Event - Comicality Tribute - Coming of Age.

I hope it is well-received. I've read this partial story a few times now and have frequently lamented the loss of Comsie and all the unfinished stories that will never be complete. I obviously have no idea where Comsie planned on taking this story next, but I'd like to offer my suggestion. Comsie, wherever you are, I never really knew you, traded a couple comments, but I hope you're happy and you don't curse me for this.

The riverboat takes the travellers to the town of Five Hills, the headquarters known as Castle Cache. There, Zal Fizol tries once more to make his old adversaries realise the danger they face. As the web of intrigue grows ever tighter, Josel finds himself a mere pawn in a much bigger game. When old grudges and hatreds seek a way to unravel, all of humanity is at stake.

Not even the thick walls of Castle Cache can protect them from the Darkness. Especially when the enemy lurks within the castle. At the same time, someone loves another person so much that it hurts.

Ancient forces have awaited the two unknown lovers for over 200 years, weapons drawn. Now, young Alex accepts the invitation of his mysterious benefactors to New Orleans, where he meets Jacques. Through their immediate but shaky bond, they uncover startling truths, face expectations thrust upon them and their own demons. The fight is on.

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?

I wrote this in 2022 for a wonderful person and close friend who gave to others more than he took from them. His positivity and loving spirit touched many hearts throughout his life.

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

I wrote this in 2017 for a friend who lost his first true love in a car accident, and after almost a decade was still grieving for his husband. I dedicate this to anyone who's ever lost someone they love.

A fantasy poem I wrote back in April 2017