He smiled and tried to look casual. Alert, making brief eye contact. After three months nothing was happening for him. He had six months. If nothing happened when that was up he had two options, join all the other starving wanna-be actors working as waiters, or go home. Back to Georgia. A few days before he had heard that song, "Midnight Train to Georgia,"...
Adrien sat at the bar, hunched over his drink, his right leg bouncing up and down with nervousness. It had taken him five previous attempts to get here, three drive-pasts (to avoid thinking of himself as an utter coward he'd told himself they were to check out he'd got the right place, right time, right route and to find out where best to park) twice he'd ac...
((Disclaimer: This is my first story, so any criticism is welcome. But before you mention the past tense versus the modern setting, I think I'd better reveal that the narrator is in the future, thinking back to his younger years at roughly present day time. Other than that, I hope you'll enjoy it. And please remember that this is just a fantasy, so never for...
We had got drunk together numerous times, as part of a group, and just us I suppose, once or twice, he'd crashed at mine as well, a few times, came back for some chilli, a floor space. He was sort of funny, a little older than me, smart, he lived miles away. Once we were at mine, a room in a shared house, we were sitting on my bed, and he started to stroke m...
Thomas and Niko in the City of Trees - Chapter 7 — Look, I'm not saying we shouldn't have done it. I'm just saying that maybe we should have been more realistic about what we knew was fucking going to happen. My mind is still just doing backflips over the whole thing. Would you believe it if I told you Thomas and I slept peacefully in his bed all night l...
Author's Note -- Dedication - To JC, with heartfelt thanks. This is YOUR story. You asked me to write it and I did. So, my friend, this is for you. ### Prologue ### A cool stream of air blew across the back of my neck. Seconds later, his lips were close to my ear. "Are you ready?" I didn't answer. "Are you sure you want it?" Was I sure? I mean . . ....
"Why were you down in that neighborhood at all, Aaron?" I didn't want to sound judgmental under the circumstances—my little brother, Aaron, had dragged himself to my downtown Philadelphia apartment in the middle of the night with a tale of woe of having been dosed with a date rape drug in a bar down by the naval shipyard on the rough south end of Philly and...
Charles and I talked periodically but the time to get together never presented its self. I found out after getting home and unpacking the few things I'd kept with me that he'd slipped a videotape in my bag to remember him by. My name is Tyrone; all my friends call me Ty. I'm 30, 6'4, 235 lb., very dark skinned (as the saying goes "black as the ace of spades"...
CHAPTER 3: April 2009: Keith: It was a couple of weeks later that I arrived at the oval to coach the boys slightly later than usual. They'd already started to dribble in. I was about to head over to them and get started setting up when I heard a yell, and turned to find a large, angry man striding up behind me. His fists were clenched. Not a good sign....
I opened my eyes to morning light filtering into the hotel bedroom. Bruce's white noise machine was still putting forth its synthesized ocean noises. I reached over and turned the volume down, yawned and stretched. Next to me Charlie was still asleep, as were Bruce and Lloyd in the other bed. I looked at the clock. Seven-thirty. Kind of early for a Saturday...