Hi there! This is my first story of here so please be kind and enjoy. I have decided to put the whole thing up in one go so grab yourself a cup of tea and settle in! It is a long story (a novella if you will), with plenty of characterisation so be patient please. There will likely be a few sequels/spinoffs all things going well. I did work hard on this so...
Preface For fifty years men come to the island of Cyprus, a Mediterranean paradise split and war torn by a marathon ethnic struggle between Greek and Turk, each consciously seeking connection with the writings of the British novelist and essayist Lawrence Durrell. They all take up tenancy, some longer than others, in the Bellapais villa where Durrell wrote...
Chapter One Dylan "Alright my lovelies! You know how much I hate to disappoint all my cherished viewers, but I haven't had a weekend off in months! So after I finish up here, you're just going to have to satisfy yourselves with watching my videos until I come back online. Sorry! I'll miss you all as much as you miss me, I promise!" The comments that poppe...
Part One I met Teddy Azinger - "Zinger" to almost everyone who knew him - the first day of my freshman year in high school. Zinger was the BMOC from get go. He looked older than the rest of us, and he had the bluest eyes any of us had ever seen. They were shockingly, almost frighteningly, blue. If I had not known differently, I'd have thought they were fake...
This is related to Lightning In A Bottle. You do not need to read "LIAB" to understand "John Opens The Bottle," but you may want to. By way of background, you will see that John was not honest with Mace when they met. Mace was not John's first boy. In fact, Mace was not John's first love. This is the "LIAB" story from John's perspective, in truncated form....
This is a gay romance story: This story has been a while in production, with little time to devote to writing it has taken a long time to get the story the way I envisioned it. I do hope you enjoy it, it is lengthy to warn you, but I didn't want to spilt it up into parts I think that takes from the story, I love stories that flow evenly so this is my attem...
Foreward: This is a little different from my normal fare, but I thought I'd give it a try. It's a classic fairytale twisted and reimagined, and the structure might give you pause occasionally, but try to roll with it. All constructive criticism is welcome. If you read my blog, you've probably already seen this (I posted it in pieces earlier this year) but I...
CHAPTER ONE A glance at his closet was all you need to know Mr. Marcus. There, hanging in fussy uniformity were his jackets, trousers, shirts, and even ties, various yet not too varied shades of gray. Flannel, tweed, corduroy - softened with age, defying passing trends. And yet, almost hidden in the back was a dress shirt, white with light blue checks, the...
HOW THE RIVER FEELS One -- A Concert to Remember Jack sat in the dim light, reading his program for the symphony concert, the first of the season. It was the first time he had been to a concert since -- how long? -- since before he and Karen had married. No, they went once or twice in their first year of marriage. Then, job, childbirth, moves, finances, al...
*** Liam *** I stood by the side of the grave, staring at my mother's casket, draped in flowers. For some reason, I couldn't cry. I'd been inconsolable when my dad died, but now, my cheeks were dry. Of course, she'd been sick for years. I guess at this point, I was just glad she didn't hurt anymore. The pain, never ending, heart wrenching pain, had been so...