Stories

Across the pool is a boy that I remember from my childhood. A boy that I remember hating for being gay, among other reasons. But I also remember how I came to love him and discover new things about myself.

We all have a Christmas wish, something we want more than anything. Michael has just been granted his. This story is based on the 2004 anthology theme "Christmas".

The Sessions is a collection of transcripts containing the conversations and subsequent appointment notes between a Consulting psychiatrist and her new patient. As a transcript, the story is told entirely in dialogue and is set in a small, plainly decorated room. A teak coffee table separates Patient and Doctor. Although not seen, the Doctor will be taking notes throughout, and these can be read at the end of each visit.
While some of the details within the transcripts may not be entirely medically accurate, I have drawn on my extensive experience of being the “patient” in therapy.

She watches him every day, living for his smile and wishing she could find the same happiness. He is in love, and wants to tell her the truth. When it's all said and done, the truth is even more powerful than either had expected.

The air changes, flecks of ice decorate the ground. It's the season's first snowfall.

Coffee and a concussion; a dishwasher and a doctor. Okay, a doctor-wannabe. Politics isn’t the only thing that makes strange bedfellows. This became a chapter in "Pilots," published separately.

A Christmas Story is about a boy whose name is William Christmas and the problems that name causes him as he grows up. And there’s something else a lot more different about him than just having an unusual last name. But you’ll have to read my story to find out what that is.

Keenan has moved to London, Ontario where he has a hard time to living with his step father and two step sisters. His mother is in a mental instatution. What happens when Keenan meets Emmett Cullen? Twilight meets Cinderella!

Two boys meet in the late '80s and discover that there are people who feel as they do. Things don't always work out, though...or can they?