Thanks for your kind words and encouragement! I am thankful for everyone who takes the time to read my stories. When I wrote the last chapter a year ago, they were going to Waffle House. This was before recent current events... I mean no disrespect by setting part of this chapter there. It's simply for the integrity and continuity of the story. For all int...
Note to Papa's fans from the family: Papa Izzie is no longer with us. He succumbed to a pulmonary embolism 12/13/2017 in Sydney NSW Australia. He left his body to the research project he was part of. He did this in hopes it could save others in the future. The rest of his body was cremated and returned to the U.S. where his urn and Daddy Aza's urn were unit...
It was Sunday morning and I decided to text Drew, Aaron, and Kurt. [Shane]: Hey, guys. Since we haven't gotten together for a while and I miss you, how about doing breakfast or lunch? At least, that's what I told them. They didn't need to know the truth—Donovan was working and I needed to distract myself. It wasn't until I stepped out of the shower tha...
++ Noah & Navid go to Texas ++ "I hate this. I need to be home and deep inside you, kissing every little inch of the beautiful boy who holds my heart." Navid texted me as we were seated around a large table at a fancy restaurant high above the valley. It was a dinner for some group of investors Navid had helped with a new office building. They were impress...
JULIO: June, Heaven and I stood before Alistair, the man utterly livid. He paced around the garage, looking at the security feeds. He was upset for a very good reason! A militant group from the west had come during the early morning, investigating the deactivated manticores scattered around the city. This military group wore sandy grey cloaks and had an in...
Edited by 'Angel Love'. * I guess I should start by telling you my name, or at least give you a name to refer to me by. Umm . . . let's see . . . John Frawley. That has a nice ring to it. I'm not going to tell you my real name as some of you Aussies may have heard of me! The year this incredible night took place was 1998 and I was an aspiring actor with ho...
Sandro's Third Year [This is the final instalment of this story and takes Sandro up to the time of his graduation. Hopefully there will be a sequel sometime in which we take the lives of Sandro and Dom further. Thank you for reading this very long story. I hope to publish it eventually as a novel on Amazon.] Literary Note: Pietro Aretino (1492-1556) Ital...
The remainder of us stood before the giant wind tunnel. It was about three hundred feet long and filled with plush obstacles. The drill sergeant stood before us. "You are to navigate the entire length of this course," The sergeant said, "...without Wingsuits." Everyone looked on in complete horror wondering how this was even possible. Not even gonna lie, I...
People write things down for all sorts of reasons. A poet writes his poems, an author writes his novels and a journalist writes his columns. Each of them has his own motivation for doing so. But they all have one thing in common. They each want to share something, to get it out there, to get it off their chest. So, I've written this little roman a clef for m...
Dear Reader, This is my first story and I would love to hear what you think. Comment away, but please go easy! Yours, Hudson Bartholomew ***** "Cheers!" Marcus threw back the shot of tequila and savored the burn that trailed down his esophagus and warmed his belly. "We're going dancing!" Stephen shouted in Marcus' ear and headed out to the danc...