workplace - Stories

Dance is one of those beautiful artist talents that you are not always able to capture, especially in words. However sometimes the sheer beauty of it makes you wish to attempt it. The grace of form, the story telling, the art, attempted here in poetry. Enjoy.

Gay fiction about a photographer's encounter with his new model

The birth of twin boys ignites a wave of generosity that not only consumes the local area, but soon becomes contagious and begins to spread. What sparked this chain of events to happen?

I looked at the envelope. I knew what it was by the Company Secret Santa sticker on it. So, why was I nervous to open it. It was probably just a gift card, no one knew me well enough to get me anything personal.

But, then why was it my favorite shade of purple????

A response to Prompt #694 - Creative

Tag - First Line, I'm tired of this, so I'm going home!

It prompted me to think of an event in my past and decided to share, maybe give you something to think about.

It's reasonably accurate and factual.

Brice Down on his luck takes a last chance at a night club of comedy. He finds himself in a very ticklish situation.

I just got off work. My mind is numb. All I want is my couch, Xbox, and headphones to cancel out the world around me.

You know what? Nah, I just want to chill out with my boyfriend.

Most conversations people have in a lift rarely range beyond a 'Hi - how are you?' That's probably how Leo prefers it. Then he encounters Andi.

With just a few days to go before their cinema closes down, Ray and John try to recover some of its former glory.

This is the morning when I met Max, sneaky little devil that he is.