Hi guys! This is the last chapter of Embracing the Tension. I thought about breaking it up into two smaller chapters, but I figured I've tortured you guys enough already! Thanks for sticking with me through this very long journey and I hope the ending lives up to its promise! Yours, Hudson Copyright © 2018 by Hudson Bartholomew. All rights reserved...
Hello everyone and welcome back! As this story is reaching about 1/3 of the way through, there's going to be more storyline (and just as much fucking, if not more), meaning chapters are getting a tiny bit longer. Reminder that it IS recommended to read the previous chapters to understand this one. Happy reading! --------- Monday is a nightmare. I sit...
I was behind the bar at the Wild Goose that very same night. The owners, Carla and Johnny Lake, wanted to attract a younger crowd and generally make the place more hip. That made me grin to myself, but I nodded seriously. They were very clear that they wanted to hear any ideas I had to change the image of the place and draw people in. Ideas? This hick town w...
The accident happened quickly, so quickly that I could not decide even after lengthy, bitter discussions and filling out a number of reports exactly what had gone wrong. I was moving a particularly bulky load and had begun to descend a ramp to the rear yards when my forklift leaned over and abruptly flipped. I was lucky I was securely strapped in; if I'd fa...
As he walked along the town's main street, Caelin stopped to look at the display in the men's' clothes shop. It still looked out of place to see fake Christmas snow, a tree and bright baubles next to t-shirts and shorts, but that was New Zealand. Its topsy-turvy seasons had been the reason for his coming here. Christmas this year was going to be the worst he...
The parking lot was flooded with a hazy artificial orange from the buzzing streetlights when Jeremy burst through the side doors of Wilson Hall. He haphazardly pulled on his pants and Bryan's shirt then took off running. He didn't want to go back to his room yet, not while the tears were still hot on his face. So he ran, barefoot, in the opposite direction o...
Chapter Twelve: Sandro and the blond stranger The following week, Sandro turned up at the Fitness Centre at 3 pm, and sure enough the handsome blond was there to meet him. In the changing room, which at that moment was unoccupied, they undressed side-by-side. As he pulled his jeans down, Sandro could feel his tool stiffening. The stranger noticed the bulge...
The horror I feel is indescribable. The words ooze from him like pestilent slugs; dripping from lips that are cracked and broken. Each one is more deadly than the last, telling a story of pain and depravation so deep and so painful that I can hardly bear to hear it. But I must. If it is so hard to hear how much more difficult must it have been to live? I gr...
What could I possibly say about Rome that hasn't been said or written before? It's hot. It's crowded. It's got people trying to sell you selfie-sticks wherever you go. Lots of buildings. Some of them pretty old. Lots of Catholic priests. Some of them pretty hot (but most of them pretty old). Honestly, most of the trip is a blur. Being herded on and off t...
I was nervous as I walked the street to Paul's house. If I knew why there was tension, I probably wouldn't have been so high strung. I was a fixer and I couldn't fix this because I didn't know what was broke. It was never like this before. When I first joined Yevo, Paul and I were close. He was excited for our partnership, and together, we dreamed up a visio...