Stories

At an all boys' boarding school, closeted Elijah finds on his bed a strange love note. A small poem. It's not a very good poem, but apparently another boarder at the school is in love with him! On the other side of the paper is an amazingly detailed sketch of the four of them - Elijah and his friends Reggie, Tiger and Owen. When a second poem and sketch sets a recurring precedent, Elijah enlists the help of his friends as he becomes increasingly obsessed with finding whoever is leaving him these cryptic, artistic symbols of love.

While on a fishing trip, two old frinds have a strange encouter in the woods. The experience changes their relationship.

The last thing wanted Diego wanted to do was go to his ex-girlfriend's Halloween party, or get involved with another one of her ridiculous Halloween pranks. But his mood changed when he met a handsome stranger with a mysterious past and a beautiful smile.

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.

2013 Winner for Best Anthology Story of the year

Anthology Story: Great Balls of Fire

This is why I have been banned from the kitchen. A true story by KC Grim

Carissa has always enjoyed working with Fred. He was a good worker, a decent man, and took time to make people happy though he didn't like the limelight. Then the gifts began to appear for Fred and the poor man didn't know what to do. Carissa tries her best to help out her friend, but is she in on the gifts?

A few missing moments in the lives of our dysfunctional heroes. Contains gratuitous swearing and a lot of domestic fluff.

In a life filled with the routine and expected, sometimes the best things happen when we just take a chance.

When my wife died, I decided to move back to Indiana, to spend more time with my grandson. Noticing that Cliff seemed despondent, I decided that a fall hike in Clifty Falls State Park was just what he needed. Suspecting that he was gay, it turned out he was, but his affect was related to something else entirely. We learned a lot about each other and the path we took turned out to be metaphorical as well.

A creature of Faerie sits down to tell their tale to a captivated listener. However, when the tale is done, things might be changed forever.