Stories

A place for story prompts, true to life tales, articles, and pointless ramblings.

These are just story prompts, or random ideas.

Aaron and kbois present:

A Korner Krew and Stoner production

An intelligent being from a distant future is tasked with saving humanity. His mission? To find literary talent to revitalize his civilization's stash of entertainment. His solution? Find two authors worthy of the task. His choice? Kbois and astone2292?

The biggest question of all?

Will it work?

Ten years have passed since editorial meetings and the Student Union. Ten years since angry sex and verbal abuse. And everything is different now. Everything. Contains gratuitous swearing and angsty revelations. Epilogue to The F*cking Trilogy.

Not all decisions made come out smelling like roses, or chocolate chip cookies, or a freshly sexed bedroom, or a recently mowed lawn, or laundry detergent, or your favorite cologne/perfume.

Dumped for the summer, Quinlan Thomas meets family he never knew and makes a few mistakes looking for some happiness while learning some words in Mandalorian.

Two unlikely souls come together for a consultation, but what is it the Punk is not telling the older lady, and what is it she's not telling herself?

This is a bunch of short stories that will follow Sunday brunch, with the very large Italian family, the Moretti's.

Shiro is sweet on one of the bakers in this year's competition.
Keith is just going to have to bake his heart out.

Everyone else is going to... help. Puns are helping, right?

(OR: The Great British Bake Off, but Sheith)

Anthology Pot Luck Theme: Turn Back Time

British born Chinese gay man Stanley Cheung wakes with somebody else's hangover.

Not only that, but he is laid out on someone’s couch in a grungy student digs where a strange woman is telling him he smells like a brewery. The thing is Stanley rarely drinks.

When the woman finally leaves, he finds out that not only has he woken as six-foot-three, ripped, blond-haired, straight Caucasian Don Bradley, but today is not Friday.

It’s Thursday.

Again.

He is reliving the same day but this time as somebody else.