A Little Crush
I'm no jock--let's put that out there right now. About the only sports I play are catch-the-bus, little brother-hunting... and the occasional bout of cowboy-riding. Very occasional, I'm afraid. My point is that I'm no good at sports. Life is about...
A Little Crush, part 5
Harold was on my right, visibly and audibly uncomfortable, clearing his throat a couple times and making the gestures to begin speech, but found appropriate words only after some diligent thinking. "Well... I guess that answers that question." ...
My Furst Tail
Two days ago, we left our adventuring party-a trio of mages-for dead. They were all too typical: Thoroughly drunk with their own power, ready to throw handfuls of coin at anyone who could increase it, and too stupid to realize not every problem can be...
A Little Crush, part 6
To sum up, within a matter of weeks I had spoken to my crush, gotten to hang out with him, was invited to his house, shared food and drink, had lengthy conversation, seen one another's vulnerabilities, and even briefly held hands. Oh, and I got to...
A Little Crush, part 7
I heard Alistair's footfalls on the stairs. I jerked towards my clothing tossed across the room, and Victor tightened his grip on me in response. The tiger was almost twice my size and muscled to the teeth; there was no way I was overpowering him....
A Little Crush, part 3
The next several minutes of my life are sort of hazy, as I was hopelessly drunk on emotion. I stood in his foyer marveling at the affluence like an open-mouthed fish, dangling from his words as he answered the questions I formulated in my half-aware...
A Little Crush, part 8
A week passed before I saw any of the Barracudas again; it was by choice. Alistair and I did exchange a few texts. There were no confessions of love, just hellos and how-are-yous and hope-you-are-wells. I never responded to Victor's text; I didn't...
A Little Crush, part 2
"Are you fucking crazy, Lex?! They'll tear you apart! And I'm not talking about your asshole." Ah, Eliza. You couldn't ask for a more trustworthy, more reliable, more considerate fag hag. Unless she was stressed from pulling extra shifts, or someone...
Into Darkness: Prologue
It was probably the longest waiver ever written. I'm sure it had to be that way, but oh God did it go on: Six hundred and ninety-three pages. Nine chapters. Thirty-seven articles. Diagrams. Charts. Legalese. It dragged on and on and on... and on. Took...
Into Darkness: Bouyancy
Marna and I arrive at the medical bay. It's packed--standing room only. Everything is a blur of blues and greens, greys and golds. Yet even without identifying clothes and badges, it's easy to differentiate patient from practitioner: About a third of...
A Little Crush, part 4
The pizza began to disappear as we stuffed ourselves. Most of us had two or three beers by this point, so the group was nicely buzzed. Once everyone had eaten their fill, Alistair began to clean up. I stood to help, but he placed a paw on my shoulder...
Into Darkness: Sink or Swim
Marna's grasp on my hand tightens as the depths draw close. Rushing water resounds off walls, whispering. Rising. Roaring. A collective gasp escapes us as the liquid abyss appears, ready to swallow us whole. I had thought it was cold before, but I...