Chapter Thirteen - Let Me Be The One To Hold You Ruslan had slept fitfully throughout the night, his so-called rest plagued by nightmares, or better said, pieces of them that made no sense at all. He willed himself to stretch over to the nightstand and check his phone. There were no missed calls, no messages. What could have caused Johnny to get up and lea...
I came downstairs from setting up the bed in the back bedroom, taking my headphones off to hear the knocking on the door for the first time. I don't know how long the knocking had been going on. The window in the front door of the old house I was renting in Weston, Vermont, to give myself some time to settle in to the village before buying, was frosted, so a...
[John Cleveland (1613-1658) was one of the most popular metaphysical poets in the seventeenth century, but later fell into obscurity until his work was rediscovered in the twentieth century. Abraham Cowley (1618-1667) was a contemporary. Both men were on the King's side in the English civil war. Cleveland was put in jail by Cromwell, Cowley went into exile...
I was named for Saint Francis but preferred my middle name, James or Jimmy. I won't give the location. It was a bathhouse California. I'm a gay man fighting to control myself, but I was not able to that afternoon. I was twenty miles from the seminary. I stopped for gas and saw a sign, "Bathhouse." I've known since my mid-twenties that I am gay, many priests...
We'd been lying next to each other by my girlfriend's pool. You see her parents are rich, able to spend the horrendous amounts that the water company charges each year for its use; together with the muscle-bound cliché of a pool attendant who spends each day fruitlessly skimming flies off before a new plague arrive the next day. She had given me a key to the...
Chapter Three -- An Actual Date "Are you having dinner with your Mother and me this evening, Aaron?" my Dad asks. "Uh, no, Dad, Not tonight. My friend, Adam is picking me up to go and have pizza with him to say thanks for helping him out with his car last Sunday." "That's Adam Blanchard, right Aaron?" "Yes, Dad, that's right." "Your Mother and I were ta...
Chapter Seventeen - A Twist Of Fate Ruslan looked around, trying hard to look pious. Apparently, he wasn't the only one who was trying to do that. Francis Davenport might have had more enemies than friends attending his funeral, people who wanted to make sure, just like Johnny, that the defunct was dead without one shadow of a doubt, and would soon be six f...
Nemesis Horizon Project David Lazarian * © 2019 PROLOGUE The midnight moon was blaring over the small southwestern Ontario, Canadian town. the neighborhood bar was crowded beyond its capacity. No one noticed or even cared about the three men sitting in the dark corner. The taller of the three stood up. "You guys have been stalking me since I've left Mo...
It was haunting tone, one that the devil himself couldn't count on mimicking, it was one that only a certain fallen king I knew could make as he sang, like the siren songs of old luring me into the room. It wasn't hard to follow it, he had already given me a taste of all himself. He was a walking fantasy, his eyes promising me pleasure, pain. Promising to le...
Badger inspired me, he showed me what it was all about. He helped me realise my true sexuality in the gentlest way. It would have been easy for me just to be friends with this elderly guy I met on his allotment digging potatoes. He was a likeable guy and had a great big welcoming smile. I felt comfortable with him. He mollycoddled me and let me share his co...