This is a little story I've had in my head for the past few days. Not related in any way to my other stories even though I use the same names. ~#~ Miles woke with a start as the alarm went off on his phone. "Ugh school all ready." Groggily he picked up his mobile and hit dismiss. Subconsciously he gazed at the date, October 12th read the display. Miles' e...
In one second, Miguel's eyes bore into me like those of a shark, and in the next, they flit around at passersby, whom I cannot see, but only feel when they move close behind me. He is analyzing them, taking notes, and this behavior is constant for him. He knows them all by name, I am sure, and most of them, I am also sure, consider him as their personal frie...
Hello, readers. As usual, yes, I am still at this story, and no, I will not write anything else until I am good and ready at the end of this series. Thank you again for reading. ***** Chapter 78: Old Wounds Merrick blinks slow and heavy as he lies there, in bed. His grief-stricken body will not allow him to even fathom the notion that what he has found ou...
Randy and Kent say good-bye after a great weekend. This chapter is mostly story. I hope you enjoy. Helpful, even negative, comments are not only welcomed but craved. Thanks as always to LarryInSeattle for trying to keep me in hand. ======= I'm rapidly cycling between happy and bummed. I'm happy because Kent is pressed against my back, morning wood nestle...
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Reno let himself into the Shinjuku-sanchome, Tokyo, art gallery hallway and quietly went from room to room, running along the left of the hallway from front to back, to make sure that Haruo had closed down everything properly. Haruo's better innings were past him. He seemed to be deteriorating more and more each day. He had suggested that Reno might want to...
A Month in the Heart of the Country It was that time of your life when you've just left school, finished your exams, reached the legal drinking age and feel like you can do anything and be anybody. I was eighteen years old, skinny, bookish, shy with girls, a bit lonely, constantly horny. I was inhibited, to the point that after physical education in school...
Chapter One I lived in a quiet neighbourhood with my dad. Recently mother had passed away after a long and painful illness which left my father and me on our own. He liked that I agreed to stay on after my mother's passing, that way we could share our modest bungalow and keep expenses down. I was 23 years old. Dad was a man of few words the kind that kept...
Author's note: This story is very loosely based on a true reminiscence I found posted on the Net. My apologies to the anonymous author of the original whom I cannot acknowledge by name. KN * Years ago, I had a job that kept me on the road a lot. Sometimes I had to share a room. On one trip I went with Ethan, who had been at the company only a few months. W...
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