7 Results with the "LGBTQ+" genre
- Story
TNI & In Flight
A pair of stories set fifteen years apart about a man dealing with different kinds of heartache. - Story
The Demon Tree
A month in, Rose gave the tour to a new sales hire who took the desk two spots to her left. That was also the day the dreams started. - Story
Seaview
These take place in the same universe, set in a fictional coastal town, so I’ve grouped them together. While the stories aren’t connected (at least not right now), TNI takes place in the same universe. The Edge of Light The ghost was throwing leaves again. Published in press 2023. This story began life as a red leaf I picked up on my walk to… - Story
The Yellow Line
This universe is from a passion project I’ve worked on, in some form, for more than half of my life. It centers around descendants of a struggling Earth colony, with a love story I didn’t intend stuck in the middle. I dreamed up the original MC and antagonist on an airplane ride to Mexico days shy of my eighteenth birthday. Over the years, I’ve… -
prompt: sick of being safe harbor, I want to be the storm original, no warnings Look over your shoulder, look this way. A little farther. I’m the one behind her. But you know I’m here. That’s the worst part. You’ll find me later to talk about it, how she wouldn’t meet your eyes again, you’re not sure what you did wrong this time. With your head in my lap, you’ll gaze up and say I’m so glad I have you, no one gets me like you do! Maybe I won’t smile this time. I could…
-
Chapter
Verity
She’s got a broom in her hands and is sweeping dirt from the lowest stair when he walks past. Seeing him doesn’t surprise her anymore. When he first went by—years ago now—she felt the shock like lightning in her stomach and in her chest. It was his back that she saw, but she knew him at once by the color of his hair, the deep rust brown that hung past his shoulders, out of style her whole lifetime. The particular motion of his step, always favoring his right leg. An accident when he’d…-
6.2 K • Ongoing
-
-
Chapter
micro: upon entering the kitchen
Fill for the flower bed retreat warm-up: "language of flowers" in 50 words or fewer -- Flowers wait with coffee. Orange petals, not ones from their garden. A market find. But when did he go out? He’s asleep upstairs. His shoes are dry; it’s been drizzling all morning. Near the back door, bare footprints stamped in mud retreat, return. Clippers on a muddied towel keep…-
430 • Ongoing
-
