\ * * COLIN * * It's the 3rd day of April and the day I've been waiting for. I've spent my whole life preparing for this job. Nine months ago, and after far too many years, I graduated from Columbia University, but I walked away with a Master of Business degree, a Master of Marketing degree, and a Bachelor of Arts degree in Accounting. Today's my first of...
+++++ Author's Note: This is a sequel to the previous published story "One Day at a Time." +++++ I got back to my apartment and plopped on the couch. I had an emotionally draining day at work and wanted to unwind. I pulled out my phone and thumbed through the contacts...Cary...Danny...no, I would be seeing them in a few days...Charlie...no, I wasn't in th...
Author's note: This story is about moving on after losing a loved one, and carries on from A Committed Boy. ❧ ❧ ❧ Dane had never been to a funeral before. In the movies, it was always raining. People stood around dressed in black, and there was always some hot bird crying into a hanky with a veil over her face. This funeral didn't have any rain. Or mou...
"Hey, Josh, we're having a campfire on the beach. Is there any way I can call you back later?" My best friend, Jason, asked me as he answered my call. I was bored out of my mind, and this was my last attempt at entertainment. "Yeah, that's fine." I told him. "I was just calling to say hi. Have fun with Matt." "Thanks! He says hi, by the way." He told me...
Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. All characters are eighteen years of age, especially the non-human one. Enjoy. Because the lunch hour was split into 'A' and 'B' sections, Jim Goldberg and Will Durante had to wait a half hour to take their usual seats on the bleachers. They brought their lunches with them, of course, but it wasn't the sorry c...
New readers – don't start here! This is chapter six of Pony Boy. My apologies for the long wait. It won't make too much sense unless you've read the rest so, if you're new to this story then I strongly recommend you find chapter one and start there. Usual stuff – we're all fictional and over eighteen. ******* I didn't move, I couldn't move, nor could I...
Alright, before anything else, I must once again enter the trend of asking the haters and the trolls and nay-sayers here to please DON'T ask me to end my story already. There will be no pulling of the plug. I am very sorry for those of you who think this story has gone on for too long, and if you are sick of seeing the next chapter. But it is very hurtful wh...
This story is about Chris and Justin, roommates in their sophomore year at college. From their first day together, Justin asserted his Alpha Male dominance, and essentially turned Chris into his live-in submissive - a situation that, while occasionally violent, ultimately pleased them both. During one of Justin's violent episodes, Chris found solace in the a...
We flew in from London with a stop in Miami. My mother went to find the other wedding guests. I'd never been to the Caribbean before - this was years ago, I was eighteen - and to walk out from the hotel onto the dazzling, mile-long curve of Isla Verde beach was a magic moment, an unforgettable first impression. There was an hour or so of daylight left. I c...
It would be an understatement to say that this story has been an emotional rollercoaster to write. Andy and Marcus are intense characters and there have been times during the writing process when I found myself too emotionally worn out by them to keep writing. I hope this last chapter doesn't move too quickly and that I have done these guys justice in tellin...