Bright sunlight poured in the bedroom window and fell across Zac’s face. His eyes scrunched closed tighter in response. He tried frantically to hang onto the wonderful dream he’d been having but it was fading fast as the sun’s warm rays pulled him out of dreamland. He frowned, trying to remember the dream. The details were becoming fuzzy but he ( Read more... )

As Tristan walked the couple miles it took to get downtown from the school’s campus, he thought about the night before. He thought about his feelings about Zac in particular. It had started out as physical attraction, he admitted to himself. But the feelings had intensified so much by the time he’d been left standing outside that mansion that he ( Read more... )

“Where’d you get this car?” Alexis asked as Tristan unlocked the passenger door for her.

“It’s Zac’s.”

Tristan shut her door and went around to the driver’s side. Shutting his own door, he put the key in the ignition.

“As in Zac Cassidy’s?”

“Yeah.”

Alexis nodded. “I thought it looked like his car. But since when do you know him and why did he lend you ( Read more... )

Zac approached the porch steps cautiously. Though he now knew who he was dealing with after recognizing the two guards, he had learned a long time ago not to let his guard down when it came to other magic users. Noel Bensen wasn’t very dangerous, but Zac didn’t like to underestimate anyone who threatened him. He found the door unlocked, and ( Read more... )

This is my first venture into writing yaoi. Actually, it's the first story I've written since, well, high school, which was a while ago. I don't really think it's my best, but after being away from writing so long, I guess I should expect that. Anyways, here goes....

“What the hell?” Tristan Blake asked out loud to himself as he approached the old ( Read more... )

This poem, I absolutely adore this poem. It was written for my grandmother, who I was very close to. She passed away when I was only seven years old, but I spent a lot of time at her house and she was, and still is, very precious to me ( Read more... )

This one, well I think I must have been in a very sad state of mind when I wrote this, though I have no idea why. It surprised me when I reread it, after so many years. My slighter darker side coming out perhaps ( Read more... )

Well, I found my old disks that I had my works from my high school days on. I'm going to post some of the poems I wrote. As I said, I wrote them in high school, so I'm afraid they tend to have an idealistic, hopeless romantice feel to them. At any rate, enjoy ( Read more... )

Hmm, just felt like popping in here today. I haven't been on here in a few days, so it was about time, ne? I do plan on posting more writing, I just have to find it first haha. My files are such a mess...

Haven't written a poem in years and years, in fact, I haven't written one since I took a college course for creative writing and had to write one for class. I was just rereading an old diary from high school yesterday, and in it were several old poems that I had written and I wondered if I could still write poetry. So, here's my attempt at it ( Read more... )