Stories

This is a story written in 300 letters.

Letters, that I wrote in a tiny prison cell to someone, who used to be my boyfriend.

These letters have never been sent.

This is my story of finding the light in the darkest of places.

It is a truth universally acknowledged that Geralt of Rivia will plough anything with breasts. This is not entirely correct. As it happens, breasts are optional. Yours truly, Dandelion the bard, knows this both from first hand accounts, and from . . . personal experience. The following manuscript is, of course, for my own eyes only.

Brian, a successful VP of Technology, meets a young man during a vacation in New Orleans. After a brief affair, Brian returns to Boston, only to discover that the young man now has an entry-level position at his company. which makes things very complicated.

Meet Hunter Borisov, disgruntled twenty-eight year old under the table warehouse employee trying to eek out an existence with the cheapest rent he can find. All the while he tries to cope with his nightmarish parade of bad 'roommates'. Roommates that just so happen to be Warewolves/shifters, vampires, warlocks, and other Denizens of the night that most of the human population are blissfully ignorant of. Hunter isn't exactly normal himself, but he'll explain that in his sordid tale about his Family's Business and why he wants no part of it.

Khurtschono is a bigender neko living in a blended family of werewolves. Soren Eilan has lived a solitary life for the last eight years. An unexpected friendship flourishes when they meet.
But their friendship is based on a lie. That lie will be put to the test when they meet the son of two Wolf Patrol guards.
Can their friendship survive the truth?

2008 Spring Anthology

"Bud doesn't know who he is anymore, and Foster just wants his music. Both are going home for the summer after two years at college. Neither knows if the home they've always known is still the home they've once known."

December 2 has always been special to Gerald Chambers and on this particular December 2 he decides to do something he hasn't done since high school. He goes for a ride in the country, but makes a couple wrong turns. He decides to ask for directions.

Rust is my Mother, my Father, my Brother, my Sister...Rust is all I see until we reach the sea.

One person's view of a slice of life: first time experiences, old comfort zones and finding a little place in the world.