Stories

It was clear from the moment that Oscar saw Axel on stage that he wanted him. Both men have secrets, and they both turn out to have deadly consequences.

For the past decade Nora has done her best to keep Lane safe by keeping her secrets. Now, she realizes, the time has come for Lane to know the truth. Feeling a desperate need to attone, she travels to Adermoor Cove to reconcile with her son.

Anthology Story: One last call. One last conversation between friends.

Loss is always difficult to deal with, whether it is the loss of a friend, a lover or even a small furry companion. Sometimes putting the feelings into words helps confine them—so you can put them away into memories.

This is the story of one man after tragedy forces him to reassess his life and sexuality, late in time but maybe not too late to finally be true to himself.

It was Christmas Eve and the day before his birthday but Ricky was afraid to go home. Alone, abused and confused, was there no one to help him conquer his fear?

Eric is a shattered man, and this group session is his first step toward healing. Will it help him, or hurt him? Only time knows.

Life is a series of possibilities and impossibilities. When Sojourner decides to take a long break from his work, his parents, and his mundane life in general, he intends to combat the demon from his past. He travels alone to San Francisco, but plans to make an experiment. He writes a series of letters to a "Perfect Stranger" as he explores the City, and his inner self. Will this be the best year of his life..., or his last?

A collection of Flash Fiction, from both my Flash Fiction February and My upcoming Flash Fiction Fridays. Each chapter is a stand alone story of 3000 words or less.

Taking place back in the Prohibition era of old Chicago, a brand new underground club has opened up to a very select clientele, without informing the other mob families of their intentions. This is seen as a violation by many. But will paying these new club owners a visit be a good idea? Or should they leave well enough alone?