[Most of the characters in this story have appeared in my previous stories, but you do not need to have read them. This is my first story written in the third person. It tells of two gay couples and an Italian boy who is in search of love and adventure in the English university city of Camford. As usual with my stories, some places and institutions are real,...
When I first got out of prison, twilight was my favorite time of day. Sitting in that little nook behind Ty's house at sunset was like heaven on Earth. The way the sun painted the sky with streaks of pinks and oranges before it disappeared behind the horizon, I thought my life couldn't get much better than that moment. That was until I started waking up next...
So far, this is my favorite series. I hope you all like it as much as I do. I've taken special time to put some of my best writing in it. This story has a lot of ground to cover so please bear with the slow pace. I promise, the payoff will be grand!! ***** The Finish foot hills were no joke. It was a very cold, rainy wet terrain with gusts of winds that...
Chapter 1: The Boy in the Red Shoes ** This is the first story of what I plan to be a multi-storied series. There will be two parts to this series but many stories if that makes sense. So this story is in the first part and it is the first story of that part. Please, if you like this or don't like it, leave a comment or star it. I would really like to impr...
This chapter is very different from the previous two as is reflected by the categorisation. It mainly focuses on Scott, Troy's brother. Please note this piece is fantasy not reality and should not be seen to condone any of the behaviour described. All characters are aged 18 or over. Feedback welcomed, please let me know if you have ideas for future chapters....
I woke from a nightmare, finding myself wound up tight in the sheets-- one of those bad dreams where your own cries wake you. Les knocked at my door, asking if I was all right. I kicked the sheets, uncoiling my body, and told him I was fine. "To see the world in a grain of sand," I said to myself. I knew what that meant now. William Blake was right. God a...
My name is Jon Grossmann. Despite what you might think, I am not Jewish. At least, not ethnically. Maybe way back when someone in my family was, but no one in my family is anymore. Nope, just regular old uncertain European ancestry, like most North American white people. Anyways, not really trying to make this about race or anything, just making sure you wer...
This series is a sequel to my earlier "Wrangler Butts" series. While this is written as an independent series some things will be clearer if you've read the earlier series first. Darrin woke to Mitch's panicked shouts and the sight of their bedroom walls painted red from a horizon engulfed in fire. Still trying to completely comprehend what was happening...
Author's Note: Hello, again readers! I am terribly sorry that I have been away for so long. Between my health and daily life, I haven't had any time to write. I still do not have an editor but at this point, I think it is safe to say I stopped looking. I have done my best to correct any mistakes. Since the beginning of this story started in 2017 and it's no...
Author's note: I tried my best to be accurate (scientifically, biologically, and otherwise) when writing this story, but there might be some mistakes. +++++ "Hey, Grant!" I hadn't seen him in months, but I would have recognized his face anywhere. It had been a while and he reached out, asking if we could catch up over lunch. He jumped a little like...