Stories

Sometimes they are the last link to the forgotten. I tried to imagine how it would feel.

Brian decides to pursue a relationship with Nate, risking the disappointment of his bigoted father. Then he finds out how much like his father he really is.

At what point do you give up? Ryan spent half the semester 'studying' with Brady, the star hockey player at his new school, when Brady suddenly blindsides him in the park one day, changing their relationship forever. Ryan knows he's falling in love with the other teen, but there comes a point where he may have to draw the line and decide what's best for his heart.

A surprise visitor drops in unannounced and Ruben realizes he’s not alone. None of us are. The discovery shakes him to his core. When others want to make sure the secret remains a secret, what will he do? Turn his back and pretend nothing has happened? Or take a chance?

It was insane to think the whole world’s population had died in the span of a few weeks. If I focused on what I didn’t know, on the fear I’d never see another living soul, I’d start screaming and never stop.

So I didn’t.

Mike grew up hearing his grandfather’s war stories. Mike has always been able to talk to his grandfather about anything but he was nervous about telling his grandfather about his boyfriend. His grandfather got sick and died before they could have the conversation. Not knowing how his grandfather would have reacted bothered mike. Then a chance discovery in Grandfather’s attic revealed that Grandpa had a few more stories to tell.

Kip Meijer is probably the only tattoo apprentice in history without a single tattoo of his own. His appearance and skill change the atmosphere at the Brick and Tenth Tattoo Studio, but Kip has a secret, and he's been keeping his heart and his skin saved for something special. It'll be just his luck if the two things show up together.

This is a collection of poems by a non-poet.

Thanks tim for inflicting me on everybody.

This year I wouldn't be denied. It was All Hallows Eve and the magic to transform and pass through the veil between worlds would be mine. No matter how many times my mother warned me, I just had to see the human realm for myself.

His soul was not his own, and whoever made it wanted it back. How could he just give something like that back?