Stories

This story is in response to the prompt challenging writers to write a story without using >> I << in it: Write a short story (at least 500 words) in first person without using the pronoun “I”.

I hope you enjoy this!

When Killian Kendall helps his family prepare a historic mansion for its new life as a bed-and-breakfast, he expects dust, paint, and sore muscles—not the chilling cries of an unseen infant or the mournful gaze of a ghost. Drawn into the tragic past of Amalie Marnien, the sea captain’s young wife who died more than a century ago, Killian must face the unsettling truth about his own supernatural gifts and uncover the secrets buried within the house’s walls. In the Angels’ Keeping is a haunting journey where the past refuses to rest until its story is told.

Not all friendships last forever, but that doesn’t necessarily mean they are truly beyond salvation, does it?
When JJ is outed at school, he thinks his world has fallen apart, but thanks to the support of his friends, Merry and Pete, he survives the ridicule and harassment.
Even his former best friend, Dallas, appears distant, so what will happen when the two of them are thrust together on a school camp, and then thrown into a dangerous situation? Will they be able to work past their differences? Or is their relationship truly beyond salvation?
Only time will tell!!!

Scott O'Connor felt it was a mistake right from the start. But the younger man he picked up hitchhiking in the rain was so fucking hot. Yeah, young enough to be his son, he'd found out later the "boy" had just turned twenty-one. The kid offered to blow him for the ride. Picture Leon Allendes. What gay man wouldn't kneel in front of him and offer his mouth? Sure, he offered to blow me, but Scott just HAD to return the favor.

Some decisions don't work out as well as you think they might.

Killian Kendall’s life is in flux — graduating high school, starting a new job with a private investigator, and reeling from a breakup. He barely has time to settle in when his ex-boyfriend calls with a desperate plea: prove his new boyfriend didn’t brutally murder his father with an axe. The victim was abusive, the evidence damning, and the accused is evasive, but something doesn’t add up. As Killian digs deeper, he finds himself caught in a web of lies, manipulation, and violence. Solving the case may clear a name...or cost Killian his life.

The world appraised each the moment they were born. While Walter Samson IV stands to inherit his family’s empire, Teyshawn Jones fights every day for a slim chance at a future. Neither can afford to stray from the narrow path before them, yet what each truly wants is the freedom to walk side-by-side.

Note: This story begins four-and-a-half years after Kept Boy to Made Man and seven months after Souris lands in Chicago. While it is not necessary, it is recommended you read those stories first as an introduction to the Land of Lincoln and many returning characters.

Calvin Kildare is lonely and lost. It seems that everyone around him is in love and has a direction for their life. With senior year starting, he’s never felt so out of place. When the guy he’s had a small crush on starts paying him attention, he can’t help but think he’ll be the one for him. However, things are never that easy, and Calvin finds himself having to navigate situations that are bound to test his limits.

Three high school seniors. Three best friends. Three good swimmers. Three horny teenagers.

The plot is pretty obvious, but the twists and turns will sometimes surprise you and sometimes delight you.

Join Rick, Randy, and Mike as they grow closer than ever before in the last months of senior year as they learn things about themselves that shock them, excite them, and drive them forward into manhood. This is a coming of age story that is shared by all three friends.

They meet at a diner that serves bad coffee and better silence. Two strangers orbiting the same sleepless hours, held together by routine and maybe something more. Jamie draws to breathe. Luca edits video to fill the hours. Neither of them means to start unraveling, but in the late-night hush between classes and expectations, something begins. A glance. A conversation. A quiet they both understand. This isn’t love. Not yet. It’s just maybe. And sometimes, maybe is the loudest thing in the world.