Stories

1550 Loring Lane is a simple apartment building built in the early sixties using cement block painted white. You wouldn’t stop and take a picture of it as it squats amidst beautiful skyscrapers and old red brick fourplexes. But, there is something special about his building. Strange and bizarre things tend to happen to those living there and those with whom they associate.

Kendall, at 25, puts all his cards on the table and walks away from his best friend, Michael. Being a cop hasn't prepared Michael for the hit he takes. Is there a way back for these two?

The semi-autobiographical story of a straight college boy named Matt who realizes he's not so straight when he crosses paths with a gay high school boy named Parker...

**Wednesday Brief Story**

2 Subs
2 Doms
1 Domme
and a cop.
Add in a mystery man and you get...

Formerly titled Daniel

**Warning this is a BDSM story and may contain violence both non-consensual and consensual**

A place to hold my responses to the writing prompts.

At what point do you give up? Ryan spent half the semester 'studying' with Brady, the star hockey player at his new school, when Brady suddenly blindsides him in the park one day, changing their relationship forever. Ryan knows he's falling in love with the other teen, but there comes a point where he may have to draw the line and decide what's best for his heart.

Nolan Parks has to move to a new town, but his problems are coming with him. With his life starting over will Nolan find a way out of the nightmare he lives? Or will he continue to be mixed within the chaos?

Sara's brother, Daniel is special and she really doesn't like the idea of her new co worker paying him too much attention. Daniel, on the other hand has different ideas.

"Where it ends, yo, usually depends on where it starts." But not always.

He lived alone with a father who beat the hell out of him. His mom abandoned him years ago. There was a roof over his head, and food, when his dad let him eat. One day, all that changed: he ran in fear for his life with nothing but the clothes on his back. And his journal.