My feeling of gathering isolation wasn't helped as we neared the coastline of the small Cape Verde island of Brava that Klaus Gehler said he owned a big slice of and I saw Gehler's red-tile-roofed native stone villa hovering over the top of a cliff. There seemed to be only a narrow pathway through lush semitropical foliage rising and cutting back here and th...
The prologue In an East London flat live two men with not the simplest of lives... no! The black market was becoming more popular then ever in this day and age, and was the easiest place to traffic, hidden within the dark places, amongst the dregs of society. Calvin supplied the smack; Theo the delivery boy, and with their manager, Andrew, they worked t...
A week and a half had passed since Benji and Sisco's sexual escapade, without any follow up. In addition, Benji hadn't fucked Bruce ever since either- and was beginning to wonder why. At first he didn't think Bruce would care so much that he had slept with his best friend but now he was thinking perhaps he did. Why else was had they not had sex? Usually, eve...
~And that, friends, is how to make a quick sausage and potato feast. Don't burn your fingers!~ I sighed and logged out of the blog. "Mew's Meows" was my pathetic attempt at opening up to people. My therapist had suggested it, telling me that the anonymity of the 'net might make me spill my guts since obviously his sessions weren't helping. I'd grudgingly ag...
Maybe I'm just stupid. Maybe that's the reason. I have to learn and relearn the same lesson over and over: Sometimes our dreams and goals spin around and bite us in the ass. I'm Chip Beaker. I'm in a lot of trouble. And it all started with that damn apartment. Way out on Santa Monica, it sat high over the street and glimpsed the big, blue Pacific, out ther...
France, April 1918 Wars have always existed. From the simple foot soldier on the battlefields to the generals, hundreds of miles away, safe, I have watched. The stench of blood, the rot of fear, the roar of rifles and cannon fire is well known to me. Before the battle, after the skirmish, during the fighting, I watch and I wait. Then I walk through the carn...
A/N: It's been forever since I last posted a story on here. And...this is going to be the last one :-( For my old readers, and new, I am still writing (and still writing for free as I haven't, as of yet, made that jump to pro). See my profile for details on where you can find me, if you're interested. The story below is my latest. I'm sharing with you guys...
The crowd in the hotel bar were engaged in friendly chatter. The small tables, each surrounded by horseshoe shaped red leather chairs, were all full as were the ten or so stools at the bar. People talked in couples or groups. Everyone seemed to be relaxed and at ease with their surroundings. Yanik closed the black leather folder he had in front of him and l...
WARNING: the end of this chapter contains sexual harassment/abuse. Sometimes, the worst part of this abuse is the unwanted sexual response that the perpetrator arouses in his victim. This storyline is not intended to offend. Author's notes: when I originally wrote this plot, I never intended to pad the story out with so much emotion, but I think it's needed...
Four days had now passed since I'd argued with Peter. At first I hated that I was thinking about him, but soon had to accept it. I told myself that it was just a phase I had to go through before I would forget about him completely. He called me on the phone late that evening. I gave him chance to speak. He said that he was sorry and that he realised he cou...