It was difficult to tell that they were even engaging in clouds and rain. The rice merchant was perhaps Xiu's most refined client. He was a connoisseur of the tea ceremony, and anyone passing by the chamber would have thought that this was all the merchant Fu Yang and the young jinan—male prostitute—were doing: drinking tea and having an intimate moment. An...
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...
Chapter 4: Ceremonies and Consummations The tall dark man stood proudly at the side of his soon-to-be Spouse. His hair, as black as a raven's wing was shining, tied neatly in black silk ribbon at the nape of his neck. His deep brown eyes radiated joy. He was certain that on this day, his perpetually slightly stubbled cheeks were smooth enough to rival those...
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...
Sorry for the long wait. I'm working more hours than I ever have in my life and focusing on other writing projects as I finish a novel. I haven't forgotten about you, nor do I find this any less important than other things in my life. May you never find yourself becoming conditional. Write your own stories. Walk through doors that others can't even see. Ma...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Michael set down the groceries and looked around the kitchen. "Avery?" He whispered. There was no answer. He slowly pulled the ripe green pear from the bag and tip toed over to the sink quickly. He washed the juicy fruit and was about to take a bite when the fruit flew from his hands and into the trash. "God damn it, I just want a pear! I...
Chapter 18: Stories and Myths "Ok, Merrick. Your turn." Adam said as he sat on his bed. Merrick pondered as he thought. "Ok, uhhmm... Ooh! How about stories or legends? Do humans have any of those?" "Hahaha," Laughed Adam, "I'LL say we have. We have millions, if not trillions of books and stories, along with countless myths." "Ooh, really? Like what? Te...