Stories

A poem about some of the people I know here on GA. Just a sample of how I see them and how they are important to me

A little worm plucks up courage. A fable.

A Flarf Poem based on Google Results.

Across the pool is a boy that I remember from my childhood. A boy that I remember hating for being gay, among other reasons. But I also remember how I came to love him and discover new things about myself.

This story, set in the Sanitaria Springs universe, follows Dylan Whalen who was introduced in the short story 'Curious Nate'. Some of his history may be pertinent to a complete understanding of this story, but it isn't required.

Angel takes care of the family he's chosen to make his own, no matter what the cost. When a client takes things too far, Angel is the only one who can stop him from hurting other young men. Sick and frightened, Angel turns to his family who will protect him no matter what. But who will protect them when the killer comes calling. Against all his instincts, Angel enters witness protection. His expectations aren't high, especially when the cop in charge seems to despise him, but when matters of the heart are concerned, some things just can't be ignored and if Angel comes through with his life he'll find it changed beyond all imagination.

A creepy little short, spun from the lore of "Gone From Daylight", a young boy comes to continue his talks with a child psychologist, after his mother claims that he has begun sleepwalking at night, while telling tales of monsters outside his window. The good doctor wants to help...but how does a boy so young come up with a story so macabre?

Anton comes to town to find someone and involves Patrick. Adam is ask to serve a summons only to find himself involved in a mistaken identity. Lies smothers the truth as relationships hang in the balance.

This is the story of an older gay man who picks up a cute, young, straight hitchhiker. Over a few days they become very close, emotionally.

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?