I had two weeks of vacation and planned to enjoy my time off with a canoe trip through Minnesota's Boundary Waters. My girlfriend couldn't get away from work, so I was on my own. I loaded the truck with my fishing gear, tied the canoe on top and left Portland late Sunday night. By Monday afternoon, I was flying down State Highway 20 in the middle-of-fucking-...
Readers please note. This story contains both homosexual and incestuous subject matter. ********* Unlike last Saturday night, I was planning on being wide awake when and if my bedroom door opened up and my weekly nocturnal visitor appeared. Last time I had pretty much given up and had just drifted off to sleep, only to awaken when the sheet came down off...
"Come back here you!" The shouts were getting louder. Tom Carpenter ran for his life through the trees of the vast Higglesworth estate, cursing his ill luck. But the law of averages said he would get caught poaching one day, after all the many days of free meat. His father never asked where it came from, though he knew, for they were a desperately poor fam...
I opened the pill bottle still half asleep from sleeping in to noon and poured two caplets into my palm. I swallowed them quickly, before my mother heard me in the kitchen. Not that she would have been concerned. I had been on Prozac for three weeks now, starting it just before my first college semester ended. Now, home for a long winter break, I was upping...
Oh, Jesus God, the pain! I woke up whimpering and, in a momentary state of vodka-induced amnesia, rolled over towards Thomas for comfort, but he wasn't there. Or, more precisely, I wasn't there. I don't mean that in a need-a-ghost-whisperer-to-point-me-towards-the-light kind of way (though given my hangover, I wouldn't have minded being temporarily dead, o...
The stars must be aligned perfectly tonight. I smile to myself as I fold up today's newspaper under my arm and walk out of my apartment whistling. It's the Museum's own fault, tempting me with a recently uncovered artifact as beautiful and valuable as that. The "Serpent's Eye", is what they called it. It's an ancient Chinese treasure with a solid gold settin...
Chapter Seven -- Who's This Nice Guy? Okay, okay, so he had to be completely out of his frigging mind to go through that and live to tell the tale. Well, that was definitely an exaggeration, but Aidan felt the need to do precisely that. Because as soon as he had gotten home, he had slipped under the covers, in bed, and ... Sort of jerked off furiously whil...
Chapter Twenty - Keeping It Real What would they talk about? Aidan was dragging his feet a little as he walked from the car to the door. He knocked and waited patiently. In the silence of the evening, he could almost hear his heart beating fast. Nervously, he wiped his palms and smoothed down his suit in the process. He had a mind to turn on his heels and r...
I opened the pill bottle still half asleep from sleeping in to noon and poured two caplets into my palm. I swallowed them quickly, before my mother heard me in the kitchen. Not that she would have been concerned. I had been on Prozac for three weeks now, starting it just before my first college semester ended. Now, home for a long winter break, I was upping...
Man attacked by thugs finds his son one of them * This is a true story, as told to me by a friend. Names have been changed to protect identities. I was about to retire. A couple more years. I was looking forward to it. I was getting tired of teaching. I coached the sports teams and taught physical training at Obaledi College. I had a favorable rating--los...