Stories

Life in the Old West was harsh. The work was hard, but the men were harder, and death.... well... it came easy. Boone had no one until he met Coy, a handsome cowboy with a good heart. Their friendship was quickly formed, and meant everything to him, but after five years of being at each other's side, it was time to move on. Coy didn't need him anymore, and Boone wanted someone made like he was. Finally accepting that was never going to be Coy, and tired of being rootless, he sets out to find a home... land that was his, and a place he could belong. Coy? Left on his own, what path will he take?

A young man must move leaving his boyfriend

Tristan James Michaels Jr. commonly known as TJ to his friends and family. TJ has been in a coma over the last year after being in a car accident and when he awakens he is confused as reality doesn't match what he lived. He is on a journey to recovery and has to figure out what really happened. The prior two stories will give you a background on what TJ went through. The characters from that story will be woven into this story and may serve in a different capacity than they did in other story.

A gay bachelor finds a son

The Grandfather II is a private boat, that finds itself in the Pacific. Here he, the owner of the boat, meets boys from the Islands and an old school friend.

Continuation of The Scuffy

A small fishing village on the North West corner of the US lies a fishing boat, the Scuffy. It lies at the wharf across from a friendly tavern, called The Wharf, which is a hangout for the captains of the fishing boats. One boat is different as it is manned by a very young crew.

This is the story of Gres Langton, a smart young man, who having just completed his University studies in Veterinary Nursing, he is informed of his single mother's death, on arrival home from a day of work at a veterinary clinic. after missing a few days of work, after the funeral, his boss, sends him off on a holiday, to help him to cope with his recently loss, and that trip changes everything for him.

I guess it was my own fault for getting mixed up with the wrong crowd, Jimmy, Toddy, Hog and me, we had been sort of friends since entering year eight in high school, I didn’t smoke tobacco or weed like they did, nor did I drink alcohol, and my school mates seem to accept that, and still let me hang out with them at night on weekends.

Now at the age of 15, I was now being processed to enter a juvenile detention centre for a period of 3 years, for the brutal killing of an elderly man with a baseball bat, the same bat that my mates and I had been using for over a year now in the warehouse, and that’s how they found my prints on the bat.

Jake the typical bad boy in many ways; into a lot of stuff he shouldn't be, and raising hell when he can. The only problem is, Jake is burdened with a conscience. Jump in, it's going to be one hell of a ride, if Jake has anything to say about it.