Hey all and Happy Holidays! First Day I hung up the phone and stared at it for a minute before picking up the glass of wine I was nursing through dinner and throwing it against the wall. The sound of glass shattering into pieces didn't relieve me as much as I thought it would and the thought of the chardonnay possibly staining the paint didn't help. I pic...
CHAPTER ONE: Skill of Soul: Frost Monarch 3:23 a.m. Jun sat upright in his bed, sweating and panting heavily, staring at the open palm of his hand. There, in the very center, was a small ice crystal forming. It was floating and twirling about in the darkness gracefully. Jun would've been delighted by its presence -- had it been anywhere other than on his b...
Hello my lovely readers. I'm back with the sixth chapter of this story. I just hope it is interesting and you enjoy it. Feel free to drop comments about your views because they are my inspiration. I love you guys. Enjoy this chapter... **** Adrian came out of the bathroom toweling his hair. He had just come from having a quick morning shower before hitting...
My name is Kevin Pettifer. I am just twenty-five years old. I am a regular sailor in the Royal Navy, which I joined as a cadet when I was eighteen years old and in which I now hold the non-commissioned rank of Petty Officer: Petty Officer Pettifer! I have just been promoted to this rank and posted to what seems like my dream job: chief physical education ins...
"James, please pick your jacket up off the floor and put it in your bedroom, that's a good boy." The quiet words, spoken as much to not provoke an argument as to convey a request, came from my foster father, Randy Simmons, as he took a few careful steps over my prone body lying in front of the television watching cartoons. I had arrived home from school two...
CHAPTER ONE A glance at his closet was all you need to know Mr. Marcus. There, hanging in fussy uniformity were his jackets, trousers, shirts, and even ties, various yet not too varied shades of gray. Flannel, tweed, corduroy - softened with age, defying passing trends. And yet, almost hidden in the back was a dress shirt, white with light blue checks, the...
A few warnings right off the bat. This story goes to dark places - assault, substance abuse, alcoholism, depression. Everyone who deserves to end up okay ends up okay. We'll all get there in the end, together. Have faith; love wins in the end. But nakamook, I hear some of you say. This is not what we expected. What about the pirates? What pirates? Just...
CHAPTER 1 Hi guys; my name is Jeremy; I'm a Chicagoan and I'm what is euphemistically called a Male Escort. Any guy who does not go around with his head in the sand knows more or less what I do when they hear that I am a Male Escort, but frankly I don't know where that expression comes from, for escorting, which implies accompanying someone somewhere, usual...
CHAPTER 1 – INTRODUCTION Hi it's me, Jo Ashram, I'm back again, putting pen to paper (or rather fingers to keyboard) to carry on where I left off with "Becoming a Model Patient". It's been a week since the private party, life is resuming some semblance of normality and my body has stopped aching from the ordeal it endured the previous week! It is now the Un...
Feeling out of sorts not sure where my mind is tonight but it is not in a peaceful place. Why would it be I'm currently being tortured? Bound to a table with rope means an attempt at escape would be useless. I am useless. At first they asked simple questions: my name, birthday who my parents are? Then the questions got harder and I was punished for every wr...