Stories

You are the Nameless Hacker and Brandon is writing his story for you. Gay, confused, and deeply closeted he shares his struggles and his triumphs with us here. Despite all that goes on he always manages to smile and shine on through. Share Brandon's smiles and his tears.

As nick faces the end of his life, he has to find a way to get rid of the clingy Filipino boy that won't leave him alone. One last cruel act and then he can die in peace.

There are small secrets and big ones. Those revealed by chance and those revealed on purpose, in part or in whole. Then there are the secrets you keep from yourself, the ones that surprise and threaten. The ones that may change or destroy you.

Arran is studying art, he has a girlfriend and a best friend, his parents are separated, but life is fine. Until an art project pairs him with Tom. What is it that intrigues him and pushes him towards something that will change everything.

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A seasonal story

One for sorrow, two for joy, three for a girl and four for a boy.

Five for silver, six for gold, seven for a secret never to be told.

I am sure many of you, like me, learned this children's nursery rhyme about magpies. According to an old superstition, the number of magpies seen predicts whether you will have good or bad luck. Something I came across subsequently, was the existence of many variations on this rhyme, some more sinister than the children’s version.

One of those is incorporated into this short story about boyhood abuse.

The life of a family in the time of Corona Virus

A dark story for Halloween...

Billy wants a relationship. Badly. And that's just what he gets.

This is a darkly funny Roadrunner cartoon. No matter where it starts, the coyote gets it in the end.

Be careful when you rub part of your body thinking it's a genie lamp.

This was written for a friend of mine, who contributed the first three chapters.

A young man turns a skill into a career. In doing so he helps those who society has turned away.

Ignoring his dad’s sermon, a new sensation gripped him. He had the uncanny perception of someone watching him. Initially he just shrugged the sensation aside, but it just grew more persistent. Eventually he looked about until . . . . . . eyes, eyes watching me, beautiful brown eyes. My god he’s looking straight at me. He . . . he’s beautiful . . . those lips . . . cupids bow, so, so kissable . . . he, he has the face of an angel . . . oh my god . . .

The angel winked.