Stories

After a few days’ stay on a remote and bleak island in the sea, a writer finds that the boat he arrived in has been torn from its mooring by a storm. None of the locals will take him to the mainland, afraid to brave the waters after the storm, and as he struggles to make his way home, it seems more and more as if something doesn’t want him to leave.

After the death of his mother, professional dancer and choreographer Louis loses his job and falls into a deep depression. When his partner, Hunter, proposes a change in scenery to help Louis heal from the loss, he reluctantly agrees to move to Hartford, Connecticut.

But soon after the move a serial killer dubbed “The Hartford Menace” starts targeting men throughout the city. Numb from his grief, Louis doesn’t pay the news too much attention. That is, until his sister Francesca points out a terrifying fact: all the victims bear an uncanny resemblance to him.

Scientists have discovered a genetic link to human sexual orientation. Will this prove to be a boon or a bane for the LGBT community?

Here I shall post my short stories (1,000 words up to around 10,000) and my flash stories (under 1,000 words).

Make of them what you will.

A collection of Flash Fiction, from both my Flash Fiction February and My upcoming Flash Fiction Fridays. Each chapter is a stand alone story of 3000 words or less.

This planet should be paradise. No one in thousands of kilometers, just nature and my archaeological excavation, my own camp with all the latest technology... Yeah, paradise, if it wasn't for my inbuilt fag hag, Lisa, who is out to make my showers shorter by cutting the warm water... and the hunk that is stalking me... and don't forget the fundies in Shboa, who are out to get me.

He tried. No one listened. Then they wondered why he hadn't said anything.

A poem Anthology about pain and suffering.

They said his mother was a witch. They said he would go to hell like her and he did. In a way.

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.