Hi guys! A big thanks to those who commented on Chapter 1. Yes, it's been a long time since we last left Ryan and Erik, they've lived their own lives, grown a lot, and are in better places as they pick up their journey together again. I may have failed to mention that this part of the story focuses a lot more on Erik than Ryan. Ryan processes things bett...
Note that the poetry in this story is original to the author. It's owned by the story author. ***** I kiss the dew from your lips, pausing to revel in the moonlight glistening on the yielding treasure of you, anticipating the paradise of the cool of the desert night yielding to the melting sun. "Do not tarry, my love," you murmur. "I see the oasis an...
"I have a cabin up near Jefferson City, on the Missouri River. I'm going up there the week after next. I thought you might like go with me. I'd give you the time off. Fishing and hiking in the hills and . . . you know . . ." Yes, Martin knew what John Shield, the owner and manager of Shield's Hotel in Willow Grove, Missouri, meant by the "you know." He was...
The first time I saw Lester Hodges, the Midwest shopping mall developer and owner, was at the blood fights in Kampala, Uganda, in early November. He had invited his lawyer, Art Brandeis, out to attend the fights, and Art, one of my regular clients, had brought me along. Hodges was an ugly bear of a man, over six and a half feet tall, heavy to the point of o...
'No , no, no,' I thought frantically 'Not today, not today of all days'. He was here, my french vanilla dream man. In all his gorgeous glory, he was here. And I was a mess, a literal hot mess. It was the hottest day of summer so far and the air conditioner had blown ten minutes after I arrived to start my shift at the coffee shop I co-owned with my best frie...
Sorry for the long wait. I'm working more hours than I ever have in my life and focusing on other writing projects as I finish a novel. I haven't forgotten about you, nor do I find this any less important than other things in my life. May you never find yourself becoming conditional. Write your own stories. Walk through doors that others can't even see. Ma...
Author's Note: I have seen the comments and appreciate them! It means so much to me! I do type and submit in my phone and am new so I can't figure out how to reply yet! To add context to the story, they live in Massachusetts. P.S. I have plans and am currently writing the third chapter. It should be up within a week if all goes well! ***** *Adam's Point...
Even though Josh was exhibiting an outwardly happy demeanor the next half dozen weeks, Kyle was more than aware that the estrangement with his mother was weighing on his mind often. The few times he got him to talk about it, Josh only reiterated how he considered the problem entirely her making and therefore hers to deal with. The only communication that had...
As an introduction... The year was 1973 and the college was in upstate New York. This story is based on a long rambling conversation I had late one night at a party with a college classmate who had never been very talkative with me (or the rest of the world I believe) before that night. We ended up talking in a quiet corner and he began a confessional of...
James sat in his car, looking up at the old brownstone building in which Malcolm lived and wondered just what the hell he was doing. He'd spent half the afternoon wondering what he should wear. He spent a good ten minutes trying to decide if he should wear cologne or not. If he were given the task of mapping out an underwater course through the Philippines w...