This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. As fiction, the characters are not bound by the usual dictates of modern society. Unsafe sexual practices can be un...
Just fifteen more minutes and he would close the library for the night. Thomas had spent the last eight hours running the library with two other co-workers. They left home a few hours ago, but Thomas stayed behind to close up the place. Castlewood Library wasn't enormous like the one in Los Angeles. It still had plenty of space, about the size of a high scho...
The rain on the window distorts the trucks moving across the dark concrete. It shifts their colours into melted patterns that jump and run and fragment the outlines of distant figures. Burly men in heavy coats move about the haze. Dark, heavy coats pulled tight against the weather. Red faces closed against the cold. Germany is a dark, wet wasteland of dies...
Hey y'all! Here are two fun chapters that I've written to add on to the story. Doesn't move the plot too much, but it was exciting for me to write each bits of it. Don't forget to vote and comment! I am always waiting for someone to write constructive comments so I could improve the story! Thank you so much! ***** Chapter 2.7 The Recovery I still had t...
It was hot. Probably around 80 degrees and unusually humid for southern California and considering that it was only 8 a.m., it was going to get even hotter and more uncomfortable as the day wore on. I decided to go to the beach. It was 9 a.m. when I arrived and it was hot at the beach too. Probably pushing 90 and even more sultry, it was overcast with a thr...
Previously in Chapter 07: I nodded and followed him outside. I wasn't going to be offended by that. I had already been out to my friends for a few years and my parents for over a year. I couldn't expect Michael to instantly match my comfort level. Especially when he was probably wrestling with his own experience of effectively living as a straight main for...
Hardesty wasn't in the best of moods when he got to the precinct, and the guys and gals there didn't help it any—as he knew they wouldn't. "Had a hard night?" he was greeted at the door, accompanied by a snigger. "Found it hard to get to work today, Hardesty?" boomed a voice from one end of the vice squad room. "Hard morning, Hardesty?" another voice chim...
Old King Severmist of the Orgas stood on a rock outcropping on the sea side of the pass through the Golden Mountains down into the rich plains of Thorodia and shook his fists in frustration and despair. For the third time in as many days the frontal assault on the High Castle of King Kleemus had failed. "How much longer will you hold against my might?" the...
The next morning I dragged into the station around 10:00 AM after my tennis workout with the gunny sergeant of the Marine Guards. I'd surprised him by winning a set in a hard-won battle. We hadn't had time for the whole match. I'd learned a thing or two during my brief stint thus far in London on volleying technique; my lover there was a tennis pro. The gunn...
Disclaimer: This story is a work of pure fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental, and no harm or slanderous intent is implied or intentional. Other than that, the usual discl...