Stories

A man has reached his senior years and thinks back upon the seasons of his life.

Haiku are well suited for observations in nature, but their meanings, for me, can be much deeper in their connection to the human spirit. All these poems are observations and outlets for what lays within.

It is August of 2004, the month that the Olympics were held in Athens. Will Schluter will be there, then he'll start his freshman year at Harvard with his cousin Marie. It's a bittersweet event because the man he loves, Travis Buck, has to remain in Hollywood to work on his acting career, and they'll have to deal with being separated by thousands of miles.

Meanwhile, Will's brother JJ is firmly established in New York City, trying to deal with the inevitable challenges life throws at him, while his father Brad will face a crisis that could ruin his marriage.

How does a man deal with the death of his wife and picking up the pieces? Sometimes not well.

This is an updated version based on some user input. Hopefully it reads a little better.

A collection of poems for NaPoWriMo 2024.

This is my first attempt at writing a story that is no gay or straight. There are people in it that are both. It is set in the future, but once you begin to read it what year it is won't matter.

A collection of various poems by me, MythOfHappiness... obviously.

Mike finds himself in an unexpected and uncomfortable situation. New school, new town, new family, and most notably, new roommate. And life seems to only get crazier every day.

Grey, a young werewolf, has left his pack to find answers in a small Oregon city. When he steps into The Lunar Haven Bed & Breakfast, his life changes in unexpected ways. It is here where he meets Dave, the bartender, and Clara, the perceptive owner. All three are thrust into a world of supernatural mysteries and curses, and have their destinies intertwine in the most unexpected ways.

This is a story full of wolves and magic, love and family. About finding the people that matter the most.

I remember my life now as if I'm looking out a window. Streaks of my life flash by me. I try to open the window and catch them, but the window won't open. So, I sit and watch them, and I wonder did they really happen or was it just a dream? Take a journey back in time as 78-year-old Phil Reid relates his life experiences to a younger man.