"No, sweetie, I don't want to hear about Key West again. That's your little impossible dream. I'm getting my dream right here, thank you very much." "I'm telling you it's neither a dream nor impossible, Jewel," I said, as I mixed two cappuccinos for a pair of matrons incongruously dressed to the nines over by the front window. You only needed to look out of...
At first Chet thought the older man staring at him from across the bar at the top of the cruise ship was Jamaican. The man engaged his attention because he had the most compelling light-gray eyes, which went really well with his silver-gray hair and the black suit with black silky shirt and black tie with a hash pattern of silver strands. But the thought tha...
Author note: Thanks to everyone for all the feedback. I'm sorry this story isn't everyone's cup of tea, but this story is hard to categorize since it blends sci fi, fantasy and romance. If it's not for you, pass it by. Since the premise is about the process of finding out that Wes is jumping universes, saying this upfront uncovers a major plot device in the...
Chapter 1 "Do you know that guy?" "Huh?" My friend Andrew lifted his chin in the direction of the corner. "Don't look yet, but there's a guy over there who keeps looking this way. He keeps looking at you like he's trying to place you." "Really? Is he hot?" "He's not bad," Andrew nodded judiciously with his eyes over my shoulder. "Could use a shave, bu...
I live in a very expensive condo in one of the most exclusive and prestigious buildings in town. Most of my neighbors are very wealthy retirees. They generally purchase their condo's with cash. I have a five-year plan where my condo will not only be paid off in full, but I will also have a net worth in seven-figures -- yes, you heard me right -- I am thirty...
"Prince Rupert," I said, rising from my seat at the outdoor patio of the American Bagel and Coffee Company Café. I hadn't seen him approach with his coffee in one hand and a bagel on a plate in the other. I'd been watching a young man enter Vaduz's Kunstmuseum square, look around, and then indirectly move toward where I was sitting. I wasn't at the café by a...
Ding-Dong! Ding-Dong! What the heck? I thought. My mind was fuzzy as the doorbell rang. I heard someone open the door followed by some muffled voices. I heard and felt feet on the stairs as someone came down towards my room. Knock! Knock! "Alex are you awake?" my mother called. "Your friend Thomas is here to see you." "Thanks," I heard Thomas say on the...
Second Night in the Park I was so nervous I didn't think I could go through with it, but I followed him deeper into the trees anyway. What are you doing, John? I asked myself. This guy could be crazy -- he could be a fag-basher -- he might beat the crap out of you -- maybe kill you! Why are you doing this? Why don't you go somewhere you can actually see...
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Chapter 70: Easter Morning "Shhh..." Comes a low tone in the night, "I think he's asleep..." There came a pause, before Arnaav turns in the couch, groaning cutely in the big, fluffy blanket. "Ok, he's fine..." Whispered someone else, "He's usually a deep sleeper." "Alright, careful..." Rustling sounds of plastic can be heard as they creep around in the d...