Stories

It’s been a while since I posted anything to my XXX Series, so without further ado, here is My First French Kiss, or A Boy and his Redhead. I hope you find it a surprisingly sweet coming of age adventure.

**this story contains graphic sexual situations between consenting minors; three of them**

Never has an attempt at ‘self-editing’ gone so awry.

Asher and Seth, two teens in New York City, just met on Halloween, but already they've discovered a shared passion for Star Trek and Classical Jazz. When they discover that neither has a place to go for Thanksgiving, they decide to create a traditional Thanksgiving feast together for themselves and some friends. What could possibly go wrong?

Jeffrey meets Sean under strange circumstances, while the lights of an Unidentified Flying Object twinkle overhead. Although they've never met, they know everything about each other. As they begin to understand their connection, they start to uncover strange memories from their past.

Ghosts of the past haunt the present in a way that makes it difficult to move foward.

A former threart rises, posing a danger to not only Alex, but the majesty of the world bequeathed to him.

Bonds will be rekindled. Lives will be lost.

But, will it all be worth it when the truth is revealed?

A collection of short works inspired by GA Story Prompts

Life is a series of possibilities and impossibilities. When Sojourner decides to take a long break from his work, his parents, and his mundane life in general, he intends to combat the demon from his past. He travels alone to San Francisco, but plans to make an experiment. He writes a series of letters to a "Perfect Stranger" as he explores the City, and his inner self. Will this be the best year of his life..., or his last?

Created in a lab, TEN E is set to be bonded. The only problem is the possible bond mates are monsters. When the choices before him are horrid, he choices freedom instead, but at what cost?

When I was very young I didn’t question what I didn’t know.

I remember the first time I knew I was different, unique even. Maybe I had clues before hand, but nobody ever sat me down to spell it all out. Until, Charlie. He moved into the house next door. It was empty for most of my life back then, but it had the best shade from the heat of the sun. That’s how we met.