Temporary Hold - Stories

593 Riverside Drive is a kind of drawing room comedy about the difficulty a woman living on the Upper West Side of Manhattan in 1925 has in getting a divorce and the narrow-mindedness of one of the male lawyers in the subsequent trial. Still, there's a lot of humor in the rudeness, especially when Uncle Herbert's around. The book will serialize on Fridays, probably through November -- WELL, THAT HIT A MAJOR SETBACK WHEN I HAD A TRULY UNEXPECTED STROKE ON OCTOBER 2ND. NOW, I'M HOPING TO FINISH EDITING AND POSTING BY THE END OF FEBRUARY 2024.

Chance meetings can lead to casual affairs, but they can also start a slow unfolding of the heart. This happens to an American in Bali when a stranger shows him a thing or two.

**this story contains graphic sexual situations**

My cache of all prompt responses - 2015 and beyond. All stories rated mature even if not needful of the rating—you must decide.

Two young friends uncover a disturbing mystery entwined in the history about their home town.

When Trey was trying out for his Froshman soccer team at the age of 14, he never could have predicted that he'd be teamed up with one of the most beautiful boys in school. And not only gorgeous, but openly gay as well. So it's just a matter of Trey trying to push his way past his fear to maybe make a play for the prettiest boy in school. Easier said than done! Let's see if trey has what it takes to chase what he desires most, and capture the attention of the dreamiest boy that he's ever encountered before!

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Antony has to return home to help sell his parent's house. After coincidentally hiring his high school crush to coordinate the move, he spends the night fantasizing about the hockey jock like he did in high school but in new kinkier ways. He is tormented with lust as they have to work together side by side and old feelings, long forgotten, resurface.

This is my first attempt at writing a story that is no gay or straight. There are people in it that are both. It is set in the future, but once you begin to read it what year it is won't matter.

Raw. These poems should be read by no one. A follow-up of Summer 2020 – Hell in a Handbasket

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**Warning: Anger ahead**

A collection of random poems and other short journeys of the mind.