Author's Note: People asked for an Emi and Ali update so here it is. If you've followed the new series, Kasper's Den (with Ali and Amir all grown up), this is the story of how the twins came to be. For more information, check out the website that details all of my series. The link is in my bio page. +++ +-{Emerson & the Lion}-+ +-{Chapter 12}-+ "Emi, d...
When I was in my late Twenties, surfing was not just my life, but my religion. Half the week I'd surf, and half the week I'd give lessons—tourists, bored housewives, ambitious entertainment types who thought surfing should be part of their L.A. lifestyle. I lived in a shack right on the beach in Malibu. It was cheap because it was out behind a filling statio...
The black flag billowing above the school entrance stirred up feelings of confusion and dread as I walked into the courtyard. Black wasn't a very popular color for flags, it was dark and aggressive. It swept gently over the heads of the students as they filed inside, a few of the taller boys swatting it out of the way. It bore a simple design. A large white...
My name is Jamie. I had been really looking forward to the start of school as a freshman at UC Berkeley. I was ready for a change. My first few days were rather hectic, getting my classes set up, becoming acquainted with the campus. "Where did you go to school?" my new dorm roommate asked. "Austin Trinity High school. I graduated last year." "Trinity? O...
One of the commenters on my stories said he would like to know more about me so here goes. I'm in my sixties now because I was born a long time ago. I grew up in St Catharines and came to sexual maturity in the mid-sixties. For a lot of the younger readers it will be hard to believe how different things are now compared to then. First I have to say that alt...
Sometimes, going home with the wrong guy can be a mistake, a terrible mistake... * It started out a lousy day. And it just keeps getting worse. I meet him in a bar for the poor, the stupid and the stinky. I'm sat there drinking, thinking, sinking, feeling low, hungry, depressed and far from home, wondering what I'm going to be doing once tonight is through...
Things in the House of Shame get stranger and more extreme. But there's change here, as well as continuity. My first terror came when - after three months, Dean was paroled, and I was suddenly alone. There was no warning, no advance intimation, I just entered the dorm, and his bed was stripped, his things were gone, the sheets neatly folded and placed on th...
When the war ended and we were all shipped home, I wound up disembarking in New York. By that time I was pretty much aware that I wouldn't be going home to the farm town in Nebraska that I'd been drafted out of. I can't say that the war changed me, what it did was just make me more me. At home I'd spent nights praying for god to change me, after 4 years of s...
I was alone at home and it was one of those very warm nights. I was hot and restless! I decided to go over to my friend T's house. T was a couple years older than I was (23). Anyway, he was one of the only black guys that lived at our apartment complex and he was always home alone. We had known each other for years and in the summer, we always went swimming...
The Finn Master 6100 Royal, a 6.01 meter by 2.3 meter boat rocked gently on the water about three miles off the beach. It was ideal for fishing. Seated on the boat's port side bench, I held my fishing line straight down into the water. My friend sat on the starboard side. Between us there was a bucket of small bait fish. The bow faced toward the horizon. A...