Stories

Caleb Micco has been merely existing ever since his banishment from his Montana pack-- living in Texas, but refusing to become part of the pack willing to take him in. His thoughts are leading him down an ever-increasing dark path. Can a chance encounter with a local farrier make a difference in his life? Bigger question- can it make a difference in the lives of the hybrids stuck between human and wolf?

A young gay Egyptian learns to live with his sexuality and survive in Cairo in the 1970s and 1980s. How can he keep his love, or does he have to submit to being like everyone else?

What are your ideas for a better tomorrow? here are Jeremy's...

Chris Ryan has hit rock bottom and started to dig. Lost in a labyrinth of pain he no longer knows how to leave, he has lost the ability to hope. How did he get here and can he get out? This is his story.

Chris Williams was exiled from Parker Valley Pack after participating in an attack on the mate of another wolf. After being forced to leave the only home he knew, he was taken in by a pack on the west coast as a favor to his old Alpha. At the suggestion of the counselor helping him work through his many problems, he began keeping a journal of his thoughts on what got him to where he is.

Inside your mind what is there? Ever wondered?

The darkness festers throughout the vast cosmos in many ways, through war, famine, greed and more, this collection showcases this darkness that exists all around. From the tortured individual to the battlefields of distant lands. This darkness grows, and this archive exists to catalog it. The archive will continue to catalog these findings, as the darkness grows ever closer to us, we are prepared to meet it with observant eyes, and open minds.

Reading the HP books as I have done for many times now, I often wondered how two of my favorite characters met for the first time. This story -humbly- attempts to answer this question.

The Easiest Thing in the World, and other poems to mark third anniversary of the Pulse attack

**Warning: I don't think these should be read by anyone**

A collection of my poetry...

No real collective theme...

If you ever wanted to know I think...

Just look inside and take a peek.

I like writing, I do it when I'm bored, happy, sad, afraid, brave, strong, weak, or just feeling inspired. Some are good, some are great. Some are bad, some are terrible. And some are just parts that I like out of the stories that I write. So without further a due... I give you my first poetry anthology; Falling.