Michael cleaned up the pear splatter on the wall and turned off his iPod, putting it back in his pocket. He didn't know how he felt about his recent discovery. His grandfather wasn't crazy? He did have a ghost? And said ghost hated pears? He decided it was time to pay the ghost a visit. 'Is there really a ghost in here? What if he's in here now? What if he...
"Alright, she's all yours, Blake." Says Mr Owen as his keys jingle from handing them over to the handsome man before him, wearing a denim jacket and tight-fitting jeans. At age 26, Blake sports a nice layer of stubble on his face, besides his short brown hair, as he looks at his coworker. Mr and Mrs Owen are going on a two week strip, so they need Blake to h...
Michael swallowed the bile rising in his throat. During Avery's story, he had fallen to his knees and remained on the floor as Avery spoke, telling him of how he died. Michael shook his head. "No...I didn't...I would remember! I don't....I don't remember I couldn't have..." Michael stumbled over his words, but even as he spoke them he knew they were a lie....
Eric was about three drinks in when Mike started telling a story by the campfire. They were out in the forest, night air filled with wood smoke and autumn chill, and their friends gathered around the licking flames with their beers. "You guys know about the ghost out here, right?" Ben snorted. "Ghost? The fuck are you talking about?" Mike grinned and took...
It seemed only minutes later that Ebenezer was awakened again by the church clock striking 2. There seemed to be no such assured presence in his bedroom. "Jacob cannot keep to his post-mortem arrangements. Huh! Humbug!" But seconds later, another brilliant light emerged again to the side of his bed. This was a more commanding presence than the previous ghos...
This story is about my friendship with a ghost. A gay ghost, a cute ghost, but still a ghost. Don't believe me? The first time I saw Flynn was last winter. I wondered at the time why he was clad in only a pair of knee length Spandex pants, and tap shoes. It was freezing, first, and secondly that was like female tramp clothing and Flynn was, a guy. Pretty...
I apologize in advance for the back-stories and slow pacing, but bear with the series until the real drama picks up. This is, so far, my favorite story... I hope it becomes a favorite to my loyal readers too! ***** Most of my life, I'd been alone. I remember the day when the overwhelming feeling that there was no one left to protect me, came with the for...
The churchman slept fitfully in the cold night. But he was vaguely conscious enough to hear the old church clock strike 1. Sure enough, a vivid light at the side of the bed shone, embracing a smiling sort of androgynous creature in a charming old fashioned robe of shimmering damask and lined with white fur. It seemed to have a great burning lamp on its head....
"I can't believe that you believe this little piece of shit!" The roar of Hardy's voice and the sight of Tommy lifting from his feet and slamming into the wall froze Caiden into place. He looked into the hollow eyes of Hardy's ghost, the swirling luminous vapor translucent in the daylight. Tommy moaned and arose, flexing his back and staring at the appariti...
Jimmy stopped in the middle of tomorrow. He was in his 18th summer. He had never been here before and like all strangers in a strange land, he stopped to get his breath back. Maybe tomorrow was kinder than today. It seemed the same, though. Magnets like food and air and breath and the need to see his bones knitted together in the same way, as yesterday had s...