Stories

Stuff that needs a home which cannot be my head.

...like waking up at 3 am thinking about him....

Poetry by Lacuna. The title is based on my first name, Lydia, which was an iron age empire located where Turkey is today.

A young gay Egyptian learns to live with his sexuality and survive in Cairo in the 1970s and 1980s. How can he keep his love, or does he have to submit to being like everyone else?

Joey Carpenter is a street kid. Living in his parent’s garage, he hustles to survive. Alcohol and drugs help him face the world. Rejected by his family, and an outcast at school, his future looks dim until he meets Allen Foster- who has his own problems. The special bond they form will give Joey a second chance at life.

It's a small collection of some of my poems; Writings is a great way to say the unsaid words....A call to the lost soul you could say....

Chris Williams was exiled from Parker Valley Pack after participating in an attack on the mate of another wolf. After being forced to leave the only home he knew, he was taken in by a pack on the west coast as a favor to his old Alpha. At the suggestion of the counselor helping him work through his many problems, he began keeping a journal of his thoughts on what got him to where he is.

...nothing pointed about me...

Prompt

“Hey, we never met but our showers are on opposite sides of the same apartment wall. Sometimes we shower at the same time and sing duets.”

Reading the HP books as I have done for many times now, I often wondered how two of my favorite characters met for the first time. This story -humbly- attempts to answer this question.