Stories

For now this is a short, very short, collection of verse.

There are leaps of faith. Is there a leap of hope? Originally written as a response to Prompt#448:" What did he just say?" It just kept growing.

It's Connors birthday and he's spent it alone. But can a call from a good friend cheer him up.

Note: I wrote this story for a school project many years ago and just found it existing in a corner of my hard-drive. I have edited it slightly but otherwise it exists as it did then.

Celebrating a friend's outstanding headline spot swiftly followed by their victory is just the beginning. A special friendship develops between two people who should never have got close. An unexpected hook-up was never going to be a one-night-stand - that's not really Jenny's way - if it could be helped. Christmas in Berlin is magical and doesn't only bring gifts wrapped in pretty paper, some things are better left unwrapped. There's even the juxtaposition of one who does it for the money and another who does it for real.

A collection of my poetry...

No real collective theme...

If you ever wanted to know I think...

Just look inside and take a peek.

I like writing, I do it when I'm bored, happy, sad, afraid, brave, strong, weak, or just feeling inspired. Some are good, some are great. Some are bad, some are terrible. And some are just parts that I like out of the stories that I write. So without further a due... I give you my first poetry anthology; Falling.

Wesley Cain is a young and vibrant man in his twenties, he was making his way up in the points at the rodeo. Then his Grandparents died, leaving him their ranch and his younger brother Joseph to watch over. He took his responsibility for his younger brother seriously. The two boys had lost their parents when Wes was a teenager. With his Grandparents gone and no-one to look after his brother or the ranch, he quit the rodeo, and moved back home.

My poems that touch me

Reed and Kristos have a fight, and Reed is worried that they might lose their perfect life. A snapshot glance into an ordinary relationship, with extraordinary moments.

They think that there is something wrong with Chris but there isn't. He's just in the wrong place; the wrong life. In fact, he isn't Chris at all

This short story's about two guys who become expatriates in an African country, making a living off saving the wildlife.

It's a draft, and I'm concerned that the ending was rushed. Always looking for input. I also have two titles. Which one is better?

Thanks readers.