I could only sit back in my chair and groan while people cleaned up the mess I’d made on the carpet. The fact that the mess was the blood and brains of my former Chief of Staff was something I was doing my best not to dwell on at the moment.

If it weren’t for one nagging problem, I’d say it was a perfect afternoon. The nagging problem?  It’s Andy. I’ve called at every opportunity and left a dozen messages but he’s not called me back. I’ve also sent several emails from my smart phone–he hasn’t responded to those either. Where is that boy?

Chapter 50: Family, Work, and an Unhappy Boyfriend

Something to Declare by Cyclist

Chapter 9

Someone somewhere was playing a flute in that slippery seductive wail that I think of as Japanese. I waited an aeon for the first groan of my hangover to emerge before realising that I didn’t have one. That was a new experience, and rather a pleasant one. Brendan Behan could never understand teetotallers, he said. Imagine waking up in the morning and realising that was the best you would feel all day. I stretched out in my bag and heard a soft grunt. I had forgotten Kelly.

To See Through a Glass Darkly

Chapter 10

Sasha sees Dr. Torricelli about the hallucinations, but it's hard for anyone to ignore the boy presenting en femme.

Her eyes slowly adjusted to the light after a whole day of darkness. She took in the sights, floating limbs attached to a skinny female body and a corridor made of squeezed space with a laminated finish. The feeling of falling passed as she concentrated on the fold opening that was rolling around her.

Books of Magik-1

-by Lynceus

The Fifth Age of Magic is at hand, and one young woman is destined to become the Sorceress Supreme. But prophecy is a tricky thing, and some feel they can manipulate the threads of Fate. This is the story of a demon who became a girl, a boy raised as a demon, and how their lives are about to collide...

A Retcon Universe Story! http://bigclosetr.us/topshelf/book/20577/comics-retcon-universe

Something to Declare by Cyclist

Chapter 6

I suppose I should get back to what’s happening now before readers start to drift away or die in droves after losing the will to live. Perhaps that is my fate, to be found frail and starving behind a barricade of deceased lovers of literary fireworks.

Something to Declare by Cyclist

Chapter 5

College is a word I have always used to mean “University”, but there are folk out there with lower sights. It is a bit like the word “student”, in that it is applied in my opinion to the wrong group.

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