When I was with Carter he was always talking about his Cuban voodoo stuff. Ghost, the ‘undead’, sprits with ‘unfinished business’ whatever. They were all out to get us and he had to save me from then. I’m pretty sure he made up his own religion and really believed it ( Read more... )

Sam rolled over onto his back. He had to squint for a few minutes before his eyes would open and even then the awkward ray of light gave him a headache. Where was he? He looked to the ceiling and saw cracked wood panels. Below him the floor was made of concrete. The walls were grey stucco. Nothing looked familiar, nothing looked pleasant and the ( Read more... )

My worst quality as a significant other is that I need him too much. It's not a matter of being clingy even though I am very clingy. My worst quality is of a much greater degree than that. I can't fall asleep without being in his arms or kissing him goodnight. My day doesn't feel right when I sleep through him kissing me before he leaves for work. ( Read more... )

Sam vs. Duke.

ages 13 and 15 respectively “Oww,” Sam moaned, clutching his side and rolling over. He hated football, why didn’t Duke ever want to play any other games when he came over. He was so much bigger than Sam, it hardly seemed fair ( Read more... )

A couple months ago, my friend Xander told me that I was going to find the most glorious man in the world and fall madly in love with him. At the time I was angry at him for many reasons and I didn’t believe him because I thought I was talking to the most glorious man in the world. And he is glorious, but he’s not it ( Read more... )

Sam held tight to Carlos’s muscular forearm. Sam’s calloused fingers traced his lover’s veins as his mind started to wonder. It was a dangerous thing having a lover, Sam thought to himself, now that he knew he would forever be welcomed in Carlos’s heart, he more frequently allowed his mind to wander into unfamiliar territory ( Read more... )

Riff! G cord! F sharp! Riff! Riff! Riff!
The lights in the 8-5 club shone down on Sam. Sweat rolled down from his brow and landed on the stage floor. The audience danced and sang along. This was his haven. He could be anyone he wanted. People see him but only what he wanted them to see. He was still hidden.

Erase. Pencil tapping on the pad. ( Read more... )

One of my college psychology textbooks proclaimed that love is just a cruel joke nature plays to ensure the continuation of the species. Well the event of me falling in love will do nothing to continue the species so that doesn’t quite apply to me. Still I have a desire to be fulfilled; everyone seems to have a desire to be fulfilled ( Read more... )

140: Walking past an alleyway and a rock flies by Sam’s head ( Read more... )

Friends ( Read more... )