Historical - Stories

Immanuel Kant immediately fascinated me, yet this story is not about him, but about how he changed my life.

Actually, it wasn't exactly Kant who changed it, but it was my grandmother's grandmother, who had probably been a witch.

It's a brand new day in the Nile delta, the sun is being pushed across the sky by a giant scarab beetle, and Anubis is bored. Luckily for him, there are plenty of distractions for a young god with a wandering eye. Unluckily, there are also responsibilities to be seen to, and the jackal headed god of the underworld has never been very good at denying himself what he really wants.

Rigby, impossibly innocent, swaps suffocating middle-class New Zealand for love and liberation in nineteen-sixties London. Revelling in the freedom granted by anonymity, he becomes an actor, stripper, rent boy, teacher and resolute seeker of new experiences while living and travelling in Europe, North Africa and the Middle East, when travellers were uncommon.

{A year ago I posted several chapters, then stopped because I needed to make a few changes. Apologies to those who began reading, only to have it rudely terminated.

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A "Fictory" of life, love and loss in Gay New York 1980-2000.

Dandelion’s hopes were deceived. But Dandelion decides to move on with his life.

Medieval Japan. A master and servant get stranded on a lonely road. Across the moor, a haunting songs leads them to a humble shack at dusk.

Read and find out if dreams are nightmares we really can control or not...

Three Poems. Settting: Ancient Greece.

Never trust a mad scientist. The experiment went wrong, but it gives Davey a chance to redo mistakes in his life. What would you do?

When Davey had the chance to change the timeline after being sent back in time by a mad scientist, things did not turn out well. However, he planned ahead and went back in time on purpose armed with knowledge to try another Do Over.

Having survived his tour of duty in Iraq during the worst of the fighting, Doc Tompkins was looking forward to returning home and putting the carnage and the horrors of war behind him. Content he was leaving it securely thousands of miles behind him, along with all the chickenshit the US Army can inflict upon its best and brightest.

Going home never looked so good…or did it?