Stories

The lives of Jack Milner and Colton Greaney change forever when tragedy strikes the small farming community of Laferty in Northern Ireland.

Two brothers move through life together, shuffled around from pillar to post. Trouble follows them everywhere and all they really have in life is each other. Clinton plays with his dice and always has a plan, Morgan always does what his older brother tells him.

They leave their rough childhood behind and get caught up in the escapades of South American drug trafficking. Clinton will do anything to keep them together, but it is Morgan who pays the price. Drugs, prostitution, and encounters with no one they can really trust. There is one goal, somehow to make it back to the States.

Apples have played an important role in many lives. Who can forget Johnny Appleseed

Stories done from the prompts during 2012

Dee runs a half way house for aliens escaping from medical and government research facilities. One day he finds a boy with bright blue hair half dead in the snow. The boy turns out to be something quite different to what he initially thought and they go on a journey of discovery finding new things in each other every day and discover the singular delight of sex with tentacles.

Jordan Petersen, a 46-year old accountant, first meets David Hamvas at a conference in Stockholm. Their relationship deepens in a series of meetings across several cities in Europe and the US.

Stephen must make a decision, live or die.

Vic just wants the last two years of his new high school to be calm, boring even. But the kiss from his best friend at New Years throws that out the window. And then there is his past that doesn't seem to stop haunting him. Will he be able to form new relationships and let go of old ones?

A young boy aborts school and walks away from home, fed up with his almost perpetually drunk father and his almost always hysterical mother. He goes to Prague but, being without qualifications, he finds life hard there. His only asset is his astounding, even stunning beauty. But is that a blessing…or is it a curse?

Dedicated to those beautiful boys, who suffer, so that we can have some “fun”.