Stories

Haiku from walks taken this Autumn along the trails in the woods.

Life has been very hard for me these past few months, with the Covid Virus quickly spreading around the world, which had resulted in the shutting down of a lot of businesses due to quarantine restrictions, and which resulted in me loosing me job and soon after my rental home of the past four years. Although I was single, gay and have no close family, with my parents killed in a train crash while on holidays when I was seventeen, and my two older siblings, Melissa and Trenton, not wanting to know me because of my sexuality, but I had managed to complete my high school education with high grades.

A budding singer joins a band and discovers his sexual orientation isn't what he thought it was.

This was written as part of a Day of Silence show of support sponsored by Dreamspinner Press and its young adult publishing arm, Harmony Ink. It features Jay and Lethe from (Un)Masked.

Dean has had a huge heartbreak in his life and goes up to see his best buds Jon and Pat. Then he meets him.

An article discussing how using Role-Playing Games to help craft better stories.

Life was going great, well I thought it was until one late Autumn afternoon, I received a phone call from my ex-wife, who informed me that our only child, 12-year Jonah Hunter Langston, had run away from home, after being forced to admit that he was gay, to his mother and step-father. It took me a good twenty minutes of arguing over the telephone to get most of the information out of Karen on what had happened, what shocked me the most was that this has happened over a week ago, and she was only just now starting to worry, after presuming that Jonah had gone to stay with friends for a while.

Derrick dislikes train travel, and this particular route through the mountains always makes him nervous. Meeting a handsome stranger is exactly the distraction he needs, until the remarkable reason for his new friend's presence is revealed.

I was a slave. Captured by my uncle, forced into service, and then ... sold. To a wemic. A lion man, one of a race characterized by their vicious actions-and supposed love of flesh.

It would not be my flesh on the menu.

I am told this is a "Haibun" or "Quick Writing," as it is translated. It is a partial narrative, and partial poetic treatment of a very difficult journey I am even now completing.