autobiography - Stories

Corbin Crowley didn't intend to fall in love during his junior year at Old Dominion University. But he did... and this is what happened.

This will be a collection for most of my poetry. Hope you'll find it appealing. Some of it will be Mature, so pay attention to the chapter notes.

Letters, poems, prose, and short stories I've written. Includes a letter from a father to his son, experiences with dating, life after Trayvon Martin's death, and other subject matters.

This story is autobiographical in nature, but I have made some modifications to protect the identities of those included in it. All the names have been changed, and in some cases things such as gender, locations, and sometimes familial compositions have been altered.

All that being said, this is MY truth, and it's time I released it so that I'm free to create from a place other than brokenness and sadness.

This will be dark, but there are spots of light in the great black. No void is truly empty when one gazes into it. The light from our eyes illuminates more than we realize.

~Samuel

I am dealing with chronic depression and panic attacks. This is my journey to try to make sense of it all.

Rigby, impossibly innocent, swaps suffocating middle-class New Zealand for love and liberation in nineteen-sixties London. Revelling in the freedom granted by anonymity, he becomes an actor, stripper, rent boy, teacher and resolute seeker of new experiences while living and travelling in Europe, North Africa and the Middle East, when travellers were uncommon.

{A year ago I posted several chapters, then stopped because I needed to make a few changes. Apologies to those who began reading, only to have it rudely terminated.

Spelling throughout is English English.}

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

This is a story about my growing up,becoming myself and the fellow gay guys I meet along the journey of life in a windy and unkind society towards gay people.

Memorial for a Big Brother

Stories from my time on the street, in no particular order.

I say that life doesn't always give us happily ever after and neither should writers. This story is the reason I believe that.

This is a true story, a tale of lust, romance, love, and loss.

It's the best story I can tell because it means the most to me.

Just some of my thoughts in poetic form.

A response to Prompt #694 - Creative

Tag - First Line, I'm tired of this, so I'm going home!

It prompted me to think of an event in my past and decided to share, maybe give you something to think about.

It's reasonably accurate and factual.

poems written when I was 21 years old