"Silas's Choice." "Say what?" Rocky Hansan asked. "Silas's Choice," I repeated. "You are offering me the same options you offered Silas Collins three years ago. Did you realize that?" "Of course not," the chief of the Near East Division said. "Farthest thing from our minds." But he looked of his fifth-floor window at the unexpected April snow falling on h...
Millstone - ONE - (Hanging the Chimney Hook) All Rights Reserved © 2020, Rick Heathen This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental...
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! That was all that was running through my head at that moment. I stood frozen, looking at Taron's slumped body, supporting his weight against the wall. He too, was completely still except for the slight rise and fall of his chest as he breathed. Never had Taron looked so defeated, always holding his head high regardless of the situation. See...
Standard disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Any similarities with any persons living or dead are wholly coincidental... A note from the author: I've been spending some time in the spa (hospital) again. I ask you to be kind. I write to entertain myself, hospitals are boring. I share because Oz told me back in the day, I should try. Feedback is good and...
Epilogue After the bath, and a hot make-out session, Mac threw some clothes on and made a quick round of the perimeter of the apartment building. There were police stationed in the lobby, at the back entrance and two on the penthouse level. When he returned to the apartment the lights were out and he made my way to the bedroom. Loren had lit the fireplace...
Authors Note: Thanks to k5vreed and TesoroMio for editing. As always public and private comments are welcomed. :) ********** April Fools, I thought it was an April fool's joke. A few members of my department walked into the courthouse. I was assigned there for the month. It is okay to be an officer in the courtroom, but I would prefer to be out on patrol...
1 This was a terrible idea. I was sweating through the black Armani T-shirt purchased especially for the occasion, another decision I'd been rethinking since I left my house. The shirt was tight, and I was probably too old for it, and everybody was going to know as soon as they saw me. I was a fraud. I didn't belong here. I was just a straight guy with a cu...
Chapter 2: Jamie I saw that photograph. I saw it that first evening, when I went in to turn the bed down because Charlene was busy out in reception. I had already figured he had been doing my dad all these years, and it's something that had come between me and my dad. Not that Dad knew what I knew—or at least strongly suspected. But our connection just cou...
(Author's Note: This story was originally written under the name Mychael Black.) * One thousand and I didn't look a day over twenty-five. No wrinkles, no gray hairs. Just a few scars from a life long-passed. They were faded reminders of battles fought and won. Well, most of them had been won. The last? It was what put me here, on the road to eternal life....
Emmanuel, cosmopolitan boi that he was, was becoming lonely of late. He still frequented his usual haunts, errant impersonal coffeebars, bookstores, independent record vendors... the like. He knew exactly what pixie faces he would see... he'd already had his choice between most of them, and there would be no surprises there... he was a pretty fag... the metr...