((Just a quick little story that I needed to get out of my head. I am splitting up the AU chapters and expanding as well as fixing up Starcrossed 3. I wrote this during class this afternoon. Yes, I know it wasn't Iraq that flew the plane into the trade center. I am also not a raciest or against religion. My stepbrother is Muslim and an immigrant from the mid...
Christ be with me, Christ within me... Christ behind me, Christ before me... Timothy was a man of faith. When he'd entered the clergy, he became a favorite of the congregation. After over a decade of service, he'd become one of the most popular priests at his parish, favored by the congregation. Father Timothy made fast friends with Mr. Ian Terrace, a ne...
Bernard Lamont here. When we last spoke, I was telling you about my sexual adventures as a big and tall, openly bisexual Black man of Haitian descent in the city of Toronto, Ontario. Life is okay these days. I've adjusted to Toronto really well, though I still miss my old stomping grounds in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. The city of champions will alw...
Shep smiled as he stepped out of the airport. "Would you stop complaining?" he frowned. "I'm not complaining. I'm just saying that they should bring back those little peanuts," he mumbled. "No one cares about the peanuts. I'm allergic anyways," Shep said, as he hailed a cab. "Psh, 'no one cares about the peanuts'," Lex mocked Shep's deeper voice. "Madnes...
Comments, critiques and tips are welcome. This gay story is entirely a work of fiction and my own imagination. This story has just turned into a gay fantasy romance. I hope it will be really interesting for you guys. I love you a lot. Don't forget to drop your comments and rates about this chapter at the end. Enjoy the story... *** Aidan suddenly opened h...
Alfons delivered another tankard of beer to the well-dressed gentleman seated at the best table, near the fireplace. It still ranked as the best, with the most substantial chair, even though the table was functionally only the best in the winter, when a fire was going, not now, in high summer. When he set the beer down, the man grabbed Alfons's hand and didn...
Hi, I wrote this story as a Part 2, so part of it will seem like a recap of Chapters 1-7. But I am continuing the story as if I did not write the epilogue at the end of the last chapter. Chapters 8-11 are written like a stand along story. I pretty much got their whole lives mapped out in my head so there is no prediction of when this series will end. In case...
It would be an understatement to say that this story has been an emotional rollercoaster to write. Andy and Marcus are intense characters and there have been times during the writing process when I found myself too emotionally worn out by them to keep writing. I hope this last chapter doesn't move too quickly and that I have done these guys justice in tellin...
I was seated at the high table, but just barely. Newly minted Bishop McLeod—Andy to me in moments of privacy—was four seats to my right, at the center of the table. I couldn't have achieved eye contact with him, if I'd wanted to. I wondered if Crandel, seated to the bishop's right, the dean of the college, had arranged that seating that on purpose. Crandel w...
"It was good of you to come." "I was surprised that your father wanted me here." I was sitting in the courtyard of a restored traditional Turkish home on Efeler Street, three blocks up the hill from the old walled harbor of Kyrenia, in Turkish-held Cyprus. Zeki Ceren, the son of Serhan, was looking a bit uncomfortable but also quite handsome. There was quit...