Stories

The story of how three very different police officers not only end up sharing a house but becoming really close friends, despite all that goes against them.

A honest conversation between two teenagers who find themselves sat together inside a giant wardrobe at a house party.

I had had many chances to hook-up, but I wasn’t built that way. Of course, there was the obvious fumbling with others growing up, nothing more serious than a couple of hand jobs after high school which left me unfulfilled. Anita Bryant, Jerry Fallwell, Newt Gingrich along with the not so moral majority, with their contract on America was unsettling to say the least. Gay boys and men were dying, and no one knew why, and much less interested in finding out why. To the best of my understanding, it was virtually impossible to catch AIDS or venereal diseases from your hand, warts maybe, eyeglasses were a risk I’d take. Then Mikey entered my life…

Stanley lives a life of quiet desperation with nothing in his life having gone as he'd have wished. After a tragedy, a device shows up that could make everything better than ever, or worse than he thought imaginable. What would you do?

Thomas has his own secrets from his past, who he used to be. Zack, Thomas's manager at work, has his own secrets too, with his health declining. At first, they both support each other in their secrets, physically and mentally. However, things get a lot more complicated when they begin to develop feelings for each other and Thomas's past gets more violently involved in his present and Zack's health keeps getting worse. Can they be there for each other, despite all that life throws at them?

‘They say that sometimes you’ve just gotta take a chance or two, don’t ya know?’

And that applies to life and to love, as thirteen year old friends, Christian Miller and Jeremy Hutton are about to discover.

Kieran and his friends, returned from the Realms, face troubles of a human kind.

A place for my poems.

A collection of poems for NaPoWriMo 2024.

Trying NaPoWriMo one more time. A poem a day for the month of April.