Stories

College freshman Huey McKee is unlucky in love and saddled with a bitter past he's strugged to bury. Rather than go back home for summer vacation, he wants to spend it with his best friend/roommate, Brandon Wimmer, in Florida. But as he starts developing feelings for Brandon's brother, a spiralling chain of events drags the weight of Huey's past screaming into the present...

This is a story of good intentions and how they don't always work out happily.

Looking back, there were three things I shouldn’t have done that night: I shouldn’t have said yes. I shouldn’t have had that last drink. I shouldn’t have left.

Liam Taylor is finally at the stupor of his life. His deadline is approaching for his latest true crime work, his best friend is any and all liquor, and his real best friend is his supplier. He's still haunted by what could have been, and what should have been, after the event that tore his family apart.

That all is, until a young boy comes into his midst: his dead twin brother, Noah.

And a serial killer with a new potential victim.

Set in a mirror version of the 14th century, Paladin's plague has turned the world into a wasteland. With time running out and a war brewing, Commander Gil'eppsie races for Pen’thorpe Keep; mysterious dark forces are at work, and Catholicism is on the rise.

A Collection of Poems written between 95' and 05' chronicling my loves, my addictions, and my discovery.

Johnny Storm/Daken Akihiro.

I can’t say how long I’ve wanted this, his lips on mine, his tongue in my mouth. And even as I’m thinking it, I can’t be sure if this is something I actually want or something he’s making me want. I try not to care, try to just ignore it, because he’s beautiful. He’s beautiful and terrible in the way of a massive thunderstorm, or a tidal wave, or another destructive force of nature. If I want him because he wants me to want him, I think I can live with that.

A collection of MrM's short stories and missives.

"The child lay in his bed, curled up into a fetal position as he stared at the door across from him. It wasn't a door. It was a giant flab of flesh, glowing like when you put a flashlight under your hand, and breathing like a lung. It breathed slowly, filling with air and then flattening out. Then it breathed again. The boy was too scared to close his eyes, so he stared at the door that never left his room. It had been there for months. Haunting the child. Traumatizing him."

When a father's son goes missing, he has to venture into a world of nonsense and horror to bring him back.

Genetic manipulation could have unforeseen consequences.