Stories

Sim and his friends go out to their local bar on a Friday night. They find a lot more there than they'd bargained for.

While house sitting Jerry has a drunk boy wander over from the party next door - and it changes everything.

A young man is lost in a snowstorm and find a lot more than he bargained for.

1845. In the spring Redburn leaves Peru for New York on a warship. He has nothing, and feels like a failure. Worst of all is the loss he leaves behind him in the Pacific – his husband is dead, and Toby is lost and presumably long buried. What awaits him in the fall when he arrives back 'home,' to a place he has not been for four years? There he must consider what his brother wants for him, against how Redburn might honor the noblest sacrifices of the men who love him have made.

Cole is fascinated by a boy who won't talk to him and has no idea how to be gay in a world in which a man's worth is measured by his skill in working the land and riding quad bikes. Jared thinks he's happy with his secret lover but when a boy who can't communicate with him puts in the effort to try realises that secret sex-friends might not be enough and even good boys get love too.

Can leopards change their spots. Does he deserve a second chance?

Arad Ansari is a homeless street slug in the Grey District A-5 colony. Work is hard to come by and he has to compete with the animal/human hybrids called DemiShou, forcing him to make his way in less than savory methods. Getting off-planet sounds like a godsend, but fate has a way of complicating the best opportunities of a man with little luck.

David’s awakening churns toward a New Year’s deadline.

His Journey
Introduction Ch 1
Part 1 Twoey Discovers Himself Ch 2 - 27
Intermezzo Ch 28 - 31
Part 2 Angel in Therapy Ch 32 - 58
Part 3 David Slays Goliath -suffers damage Ch 59 - 81
Part 4 Alex Ch 82 - 106
Part 5 David - spiraling Ch 107 - 122

A man comes out in middle age after dealing with guilt from a decades-long relationship with his married best friend.

When I first started writing I wrote in long-hand, and wrote my stories on pads of lined white paper.

I now mostly write straight onto my computer or laptop, but I still have found memories of filling up those empty white pages with my sprawling handwriting and tales of other people’s lives. So happy reading, I hope.