It was Sunday afternoon. Three days, and I had nothing. Nothing. Nada. Nil. Zero. Zilch. White screen on Word. Asterisks rained on my page while childhood melodies flooded my head: Nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing-- nothing, nothing all day long. Nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing, how do you like my nothing song? I managed to type my thoughts, my desi...
"What's good for the earth and all that." "I often wondered how that worked," the young man behind the counter of the diner just south of Santa Fe said. He was leaning over the counter, having delivered Andy's breakfast, but not all that anxious to move on. Andy was a real looker. A regular Paul Newman, but with more muscle. And the young man behind the cou...
Lee's lips were soft, his breath warm, and his fingers were doing the most amazing things to Marshall's flesh. Marshall ate up the attention. Not that he didn't have Lee's attention on a regular basis, but today was special, and he felt like a kid on Christmas morning, waiting to see what Santa had brought. Except in this case Santa had brought Lee, and Lee...
It had been a long year. My first album was a smashing success and the touring to support it started in January and here it was almost Christmas and it was just winding down. The nightly parties had become more necessary than I cared to admit, the high of performing needing to be tamped down by as many substances, some legal, some not as I could get a hold...
Based on a picture from Millie and dedicated to her with grateful thanks . Pelaam, December 2007. * Curtis edged carefully in the darkened store towards the figure that was moving around his displays. He might be the Store's Managing Director, but he was more than happy to take on some two-bit, petty thief that thought they could hide away after hours to...
Author's Note Its been some time since I last wrote about the Corinth family and the town of River Bluff, but this particular story has been somewhat in the works even before the first one was complete. I wouldn't say its required to read The Sound of Your Voice before you read this one, but it will definitely help, and flesh out some of the secondary chara...
Omar and Barry were my neighbors in DC before they moved to California 10 years back. They lived in my building complex and we hit it off immediately after meeting at a mutual friend's dinner party. Barry and I quickly connected over our love of team sports. At nearly 6ft, he was a big man but surprisingly agile on the field. He joined my soccer team. Ba...
Special thanks to talismania for her wonderful editing job; you're the best. Merry Christmas, guys! This is a copyrighted work of fiction by nomoretears00. All rights reserved. * Dale was just finishing up reduplicating water pistols for his young, Szin and Raiden, to use while they played at the waterfall near their house. "Hold on Szin, it's almost do...
The cook had fed us with steak and cleaned up and left, leaving the two of us alone. My host put some soft music on and lit the fire. The wine had been excellent and I was feeling it in my head. The white bear-skin rug in front of the fire looked so inviting, and I wanted my head to stop spinning, so I laid down on that on my belly, facing the fire, staring...
For two weeks after fleeing Grime's home Rick laid low in a seedy gay-friendly rooming house on Galisteo Street at the fringe of the old Santa Fe plaza area. He had no idea what to do now and was considering starting to look for work in an auto repair shop. None he tried out initially needed help and at two of them he was told, "There aren't many job opening...