[This story continues 'Luke's early years.' All persons and institutions in the story are fictitious. Some places are real, others are fictitious.] Chapter 13 Buckingham College, Camford As I stood there on the pavement in Buckingham Street, looking at the golden-yellow stonework of the seventeenth-century frontage of the college, beautiful in the October...
Chapter 16 "I'll do the dishes, you go write." I clutched the edge of the table and pretended to swoon. "I've been waiting my whole life to hear those words." Daniel rolled his eyes and snickered, but in a way, it was true. I pretty much gave up on the relationship thing when Neil moved out. Before that, really. Before he ever moved in. Obviously, there...
It's been weeks and weeks and weeks, I know. Please, don't lynch me. It's been a busy few months. Short story, my baby sister is now a PhD, and thus even more insufferable than I could ever portray here in this story world. But that meant a trip to the UK. And of course, work. And then a scare with a possibility of losing EVERYTHING on my computer. Thankful...
Finding strength after the accident Kyle sat slumped in the hard chair inside room number three of the intensive care unit at Strong Memorial Hospital. He kept alternating his stares from Josh's unmoving body in the bed to the numerous monitors that were attached to him. Everything the machines were constantly displaying said things were okay, but since the...
Chapter 30 The chair was so hard. I shifted and pulled my feet up under me, wrapping my arms around myself for warmth. Cold in here too. As soon as I'd gotten to the station in the back of the patrol car, they took me to this interrogation room and walked out. I'd been sitting here, alternately pacing and trying to get comfortable in the hard metal chair, f...
I lit a cigarette and opened the zipper on my leather jacket. The April evening was warmer than I had thought. The street was busy with cars going back and forth and several of my student buddies walked by and waved at me. "Hey good looking, do you want a ride?" I turned to the soft voice and saw my girlfriend inside the convertible Audi. Liza was what eve...
Vince stands at the mantlepiece looking at Anthony's picture, he is sobbing now, he hasn't cried like this for five years since Anthony passed away. He can't understand it, how could Lance have gotten to him like that? Why didn't he see what was happening? And why the fuck did he have to say love? Vince is at a crisis point, he's been holding on to the love...
NOTE -- I've written several stories and have received many generous comments; also many kind letters. I want to thank each of my loyal readers and welcome newcomers. My only reason for writing stories is to bring enjoyment to the reader. It gives me great pleasure to think of you masturbating to them. * My maternal grandfather died at the ripe old age of...
Sorry for the long hiatus, y'all. *** The next few days flew by and Gus, Mark and Aaron made good use of their time together, limiting out on speckled trout and redfish everyday and filling each other up every night. They were all excited for the arrival of Ray and Max, who'd let them know they planned to leave mid-day Thursday from Kure Beach. Bill had go...
My name is Charles, I am now a forty something and still don't know what I am, straight, gay, bisexual or what. This is the story of my wilderness years. It all started when I was at university, as a mature student, where I was studying mechanical engineering. I had just started university in Manchester which my company sponsored me for. This was the end o...