Victor is a naturalist, he is very interested in wild life - he said his favourite place is Dartmoor and that he would take me to the highest peak called Haytor. I never for the life of me realised there was a lot more in what he meant but I was pleasantly to discover later. He'd drive me there to a car park nearby and then we'd have to climb the rest on or...
Waking up to the joys of another long, frustrating day at the post office was not how Ciaran had foreseen his life turning out after graduation. A recent graduate with master's degree in Classics he had envisioned a life of intellectual pursuit, one where he could spend his days sitting in a small office in a university somewhere delving into the secrets of...
"What?" "No surf today," I repeated, just making idle conversation, "Out there." Manly beach sat before us under a leaden sky. The low grey clouds moving swiftly, the water a dirty green. A hundred yards out to sea the surfers sat or lay on their boards in a ragged line, rising and falling on the long swell, waiting for waves that seemed unlikely to appea...
Hi Naughty Readers! I am Gaston B., a single man in the mid-fifties. By the way sorry for the 'naughty' but am a very naughty guy as far as sex is concerned; may it be with guys or women. However, it was not always the same with men. In fact, I was born is a very conservative town, in a very conservative family. For my part I didn't mind gay people as long...
He tried to avoid thinking too much about his present circumstances. Simply trying to survive sometimes offered a slight means of distraction. Try as he might though Lukas's thoughts inevitably reverted back to his family. He sorely missed his father's guidance, especially at a time when he needed it the most. He had been there his entire life, helping and t...
"Get on with your work," a chipper voice came from behind Riley, who sharply turned round to gaze up at the slender bodied young male that had stood behind him. He had a tidy mass of spiky platinum blond hair and small yet piercing emerald green eyes that met his bright blue orbs. "Y-you scared me." He breathed, relieved. "I couldn't do that to you now, co...
I have a friend — a dearest friend. His name's Jo. Well, he's real name was Michael but I still don't know why my friends and I call him that way. Anyway, the age difference is minimum. I was 19 and he was 20, although he really seemed older. I can say that I love him. I really love him. I was 17 when I realized it, but I was still young and he claimed himse...
(What follows in this chapter, is sort of like first episode of season 2 of a TV series. Chapter 10 might be likened to the season 1 final episode cliff hanger.) * The ringing of Justin's cell-phone, which was on his night stand next to the lamp and clock woke him from a dream where he was being chased by a pack of wolves howling and snarling as they drew...
(The story continues, this is part 3, so if you haven't read part 1 & 2, you should before you read this. CAUTION: there is graphic violence in this part.) * The mist of dreams surrounded him as he became the spectator of the dream-scape. It was a dimly lit plane room with several men around a small round topped wooden table. Cigar and cigarette smoke fill...
"I know why you did it." Ray stared out of the bedroom window, watching the sun slowly disappear behind the distant hills. A gentle breeze lapped at the curtains and caressed his face soothingly. It was a perfect evening. "I knew you would come," he replied. He reached for his walking stick and slowly turned to his companion. "I've missed you. Welcome home...