Stories

More tongue-in-cheek flash fiction
by Dagobert

A poetic anthem for a...
by Dagobert

Loss is always difficult to deal with, whether it is the loss of a friend, a lover or even a small furry companion. Sometimes putting the feelings into words helps confine them—so you can put them away into memories.

A quiet farming town is disturbed when an industrial devil arrives.

The wizard Korga has arrived in the depraved city of Zanda to search for clues to the whereabouts of Deeping Lore within the Citadel of Zandine, home to the God of Chaos and Illusion. Hunter, a centuries old first rank Black Dragon Assassin is contracted by the Church of Thieves to kill him and arrives in the city during the Festival of the Lad. For Hunter, this is no ordinary contract. At stake is something that he greatly desires...an opportunity to father a son to love and raise as his own.

Kyle found out he was gay at 13. Now 23 and independent, he's still a virgin in all sense of the word - never been kissed, never had sex, and never shared his soul. Little did he know, his world was about to turn upside down. He meets Shawn - tall, muscular, handsome, smart, funny... everything he had ever looked for in a guy. Except for one thing - Shawn has a girlfriend.

Another view of the Biblical mythos from the side not often considered - the other side.

A midsummer festival in the middle of winter, a warm tropical Australian night, and a forced acquaintance with a stranger.

"Seventeen years! Seventeen long, confused, and all together messed up years. That would be the best way that I could describe the journey that has been my life up until my seventeenth birthday." For Brett Moore, turning 17 isn't a happy time. He's trying to come to terms with the fact he'd much rather be with his girlfriend's twin brother. Accepting himself, and coming out seem a long way off, until of course its done for him.

Depression… Sometimes feelings go deeper than just a general unease. Sometimes they slide down to the pit of your soul and you can’t seem to get them to climb back up.

These poems reflect those moments in my life. Some reflect moments that I thought would be the last of my life.