Liam returns to the resort and to Matt. Thanks to LarryInSeattle for his help with editing. ========== "You okay, sport?" "Huh? Uh, yeah. Sure." Mary Beth nods. Her son is clearly not 'okay'. He's been silent since they left his dad's. She understands, or she thinks she does. Liam grew up in that house. He spent very little time with her. Her old s...
Disclaimer: I know I said I wouldn't do sequels anymore, but "My Subway Angel" got such a good response from you guys that I was inspired to write more on Doug. And hey, who knows, if I get good feedback on this, I might be further inspired to at long last finish my "Learning the Ropes" story. Tell me what you think. ___ "My name is Doug, and I have breast...
Dale Vaden stepped out the front door, onto the porch. The overhanging roof shaded him from the gentle rays of the afternoon sun. It was a beautiful, spring day. The temperatures had been hovering in the mid-sixties for the past week. He stretched his back, groaning as his spine popped and realigned. Clearing a house of 40 years accumulation of living was no...
Staring at the few words written on the wrinkled piece of paper is all I can do in this moment. Every letter burns into my brain, their intent is perfectly clear but why? Why the hell did he write it just to get permission to do nothing? So many questions flood my mind, no simple answers to them. It's as if Tag had gone to the extreme just to do nothing abou...
Leander couldn't help staring at the pretty boy in the corner. Every time he smiled his stomach tightened he was something else. But they were from different social standings. Leander, for short, was one of the schools most popular boys, waist length blonde hair, toned, ice hockey captain and gorgeous in a soft feminine way. He could have any girl he wanted...
It all began when I was hitching through rural North Carolina back in the early 1970s. I was a young, tight feminine looking man. Light brown hair and long legs. My eyelashes are naturally long and people have said I have eyes like a girl. I was in the navy and that particular day I was wearing my uniform as we did in those days while on liberty. I watched...
Quick Explanation: Not real, didn't happen. All original. All characters 18 and older. ~~~~~~~~~~~~ He stood on the shores of New Orleans, the bayou calling out to him. His body trembled with the effort not to get his mind in faster than his body would allow, and he couldn't help but to revel in the sweet voices that called out in his head. Nathaniel... h...
4 Swan Point Cemetery was at the north end of Blackstone Boulevard, a very ritzy section of Providence. H.P. Lovecraft is buried in a smaller cemetery just a little further to the north, a stone's throw over the wall in Swan Point. Nettie brought us toward the family plot but had to stop a couple of small paths away. I could see the crane that was normally...
The heat could be unbearable at times, the delta of Vietnam was like a natural sauna. It would rain almost every day during the summer, keeping everything lush but the humidity was almost 100% without the rain. The mud was always there, red, sticky and everywhere. The vegetation was like nothing we had ever seen before, tall, cutting and scary. It smelled, a...
Just before I got there it dumped; a shower caught me and drenched me. I tried shaking out my hair and wiping my face with my hoodie. I heard some one laughing. "Hey! Victoria, got a towel back there?" I'd fucked her during my freshman post break up slutty spree and we were still friendly. I couldn't remember if she was single. She worked as a barista in the...