it's only a game. isn't it?

A story of two school boys named Dan and Phil, told one sentence at a time.

Frerard

Title says all. I thought it'd be time for a bible for our punk rock religion.

a collection of horribly written oneshots about the lovely gay ship brallon

COMPLETE. One of my occasional writing practices is cerebral poetry. Just me, some great coffee, random orchestral in the background, and my very hipster typewriter that prints in cursive. Is there meaning to anything I've written? Perhaps. I find that poetry often speaks more to the reader than of the writer, and this form is more like art than poetry (hence the pixelized cover portrait of The Fifer, by impressionism artist, Edouard Manet). =================== :: Updates for OLIVER'S WEATHERWORLD: Infrequently. Unlike my other work, I'll be posting in small, easily digestible doses. :: Spoilers, overt negativity/hostility, and self-promotion will be deleted. :: MCliffordAuthor on Twitter/Instagram/Snapchat/Facebook :: Copyright 2017 by M. Clifford. All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form without permission in writing from the author.

After a messy divorce with his husband Eli, Caleb thinks he'd never have to deal with his foolishness again. But after their daughter Michelle has a few friends over and accidentally burns Eli's place down, it seems Caleb might just have to deal with his husband all over again.

not my original idea at all, im not creative

Sorry if they suck, I just write whatever comes to my mind (The only thing I don't do tbh is smut, I mostly do like angst or fluff)

too gay for you.