Comedy - Stories

An imp from Hell teams up with an angel from Heaven for joint missions in the human world. But there are other forces at work, interfering with the team. Angel and Imp will have to deal with the consequences.

A golden dragon is transported to another world where he must save the one if he is to have hope of saving many more.

Here I shall post my short stories (1,000 words up to around 10,000) and my flash stories (under 1,000 words).

Make of them what you will.

Cursed to be female during the day and male at night, Adain fights against his own blossoming feelings for his male best friend. Written by Mika Tertius (Thirdly) with creative input from Toma and Luna M. (Bi, BL, Drama, Dark Fantasy?, Warlocks, Witches)

Thirteen-year-old Simon sits face to face with Father Strathmore, but what has he done wrong... experimented with drugs, kissed a boy, or lied in Confession? The priest has a vested interest in finding out, and it is a deeply personal and troubling one.

Peter's struggling to cope with the news that his roommate is gay

An imp from Hell teams up with an angel from Heaven for joint missions in the human world. With Imp focusing on sex and Angel on love, their goals differ considerably. Imp is determined to win the wicked game and if he can annoy Angel along the way, so much better.

This story was written for National Math Story Day, 2017

Charlie and Kippy are planning a casual Fourth of July evening: pizza, getting together with friends, and then fireworks after the sun goes down. Little do they know that they are about to have visitors, and be off on a new adventure that takes them farther from home than they have ever been before!

Anthology Pot Luck Theme: Turn Back Time

British born Chinese gay man Stanley Cheung wakes with somebody else's hangover.

Not only that, but he is laid out on someone’s couch in a grungy student digs where a strange woman is telling him he smells like a brewery. The thing is Stanley rarely drinks.

When the woman finally leaves, he finds out that not only has he woken as six-foot-three, ripped, blond-haired, straight Caucasian Don Bradley, but today is not Friday.

It’s Thursday.

Again.

He is reliving the same day but this time as somebody else.