psychology - Stories

Jason wasn't confused. The rest of the world was.

'I collect pretty boys. Whenever I see one—slight and effeminate, with long lashes and rosy lips—I want to own him. I want to make him want me. Adore me. Love me.'

A rather odd young man's life, summed up in less than 2000 words.

This story is about the tragic end to a young woman's life when she failed to give an imaginary friend a new life. Told in the perspective of the friend.

He had left his old life behind. At least, that was what he thought. He didn’t realize that his memories were just locked up in some dark chamber of his brain.

This is a play script written a few years ago of which i've decided to edit and post on GA. Enjoy! Its actually based on the events of a bus journey i once had :)

Strolls; encounters; kisses through closed gates; lighted windows seen from below; rumpled bedsheets turning up men’s shirts . . . These are just a few of the images in August Stramm’s poetry collection titled “DU” (“THOU”).

What follows is a complete, fresh-look translation of the thirty-one poems of this set.

The streets are empty; children sleep snuggly and safely in their beds. Parents are watching the latest episode of Chicago Fire, but Gavin is skateboarding alone, heading for Wickham Bridge. The local meet up spot, where junkies hang out hoping to shoot up, and individuals with darker motives prowl, waiting in the shadows. Gavin knows who is waiting. He must make a decision. Will it be good or bad?

Short excerpts of thoughts on my life. I'm not sure what this will become or what I will talk about. It feels more like an organized and focused journal than an actual story. I feel these thoughts are worth sharing, though.

A few things concerning my upcoming marriage...

You can see my wedding rings here: http://www.gayauthors.org/forums/gallery/album/1407-my-wedding-rings/