"Well, gentlemen, I'm for an after-meal hike on the mountain before this afternoon's short session. All this sitting around in meetings is making me sluggish." Professor Rab Rahmani stood up from the table in the dining room of the InterContinental Davos hotel, his eyes going to the rise of the Rhaetian Alps of Switzerland beyond the walls of the mountain re...
Unedited - Please forgive the tenses or if something is wrong hopefully one day. Thank you for reading and comments are always welcome. kmillerk1 ***** Jeff and Teddy walked in after practice and just collapsed in the living room, dropping everything they had books and gear. They had a big game the following Friday and it was the end of October, amazingl...
This is a sweet little story that I wrote for Valentine's Day. Enjoy. **** Frigid rain falls steadily from a leaden sky as the train pulls into Union Station in Portland. Even the dreary weather cannot keep Tigger from bouncing up and down on the edge of his seat. It's a habit he's had all his life. As a child his mother teased him that he was bouncier tha...
Brian knew he'd been impetuous. Unfortunately, it was a little late for realizing that. He turned his head from the window of the Cyprus Air plane as it cleared the French coast above Marseilles and sailed out over the Mediterranean. He looked over at the two young men sitting across the aisle from him in first class, aching for them—either one of them. It w...
Chris Over the next couple of weeks, Julian and I fell into an easy pattern of going to either my place or his after we'd gotten off of work. We'd come to a sort of silent agreement that neither of us cared to be apart if we didn't have to be, and as such we hadn't spent so much as a night apart. I'd arrived at his place and was waiting outside his door,...
Author's note: [For 'Carl'] Okay, there might be a couple more stories in this vein, since people seem to like them. And yes, Jaspar's a bit of a prick, who needs an urgent wake-up call. But for those of you who deeply dislike him, stick with it... I promise, it'll be worth it. Go into it with a dark sense of humour, and trust me to sort him out. ;-) ***...
This was a piece of Vampire Fiction that I began as an exercise, in collaboration with Emily Palmer, in 1999. Gradually Rayne Wylde developed a life (or perhaps I should say, an UnLife) of his own. People have asked me how he came to be a Vampire. This is his story. CHAPTER ONE - TURNING THE PAGE RAYNE 21.30: June 26th, 1999 - MANCHESTER It was time.......
Author's note: While it's set in the same spa as the other chapters of A Visit to the Spa, these stories are focused on Nick, a spa employee, rather than Sammy and Brandon! ***** "So, you're one of our new massage therapists?" Ryan, the big blond member of the security team looked up from his clipboard. Nick nodded. He was feeling a little nervous, which...
We were probably all virgins even though we were eighteen. It was a more innocent age and of course you didn't 'become a man' until you were twenty-one. Though at eighteen you could still be called up to fight for your country and presumably, if necessary, die for it too. In fact nearly four hundred of us National Service men did in places like Korea and Mal...
I woke up slowly and squinted at the digital clock next to my bed: 7:48. Why was I awake so early on a Saturday? I almost groaned with annoyance, ready to press my pillow over my face, but an abrupt jolt shot through me as the memory of yesterday flooded my brain. Julien! I sat up very quickly, pillow tumbling aside, and looked around. I was alone in the...