COQUILLAGE

where a girl becomes a woman © by tsvritsa, formerly donnastartt cover by @calntyne

The ENTOURAGE

"We were young and so in love - with being alive, with how things were. With the power we possessed together, with our plans. It was the pinnacle of our lives, and we pretended it was going to last forever." Only six students will make up the Advanced Arts Consortium. Kelland Buchanan's life is forever altered when h...

Ostrich Feathers

Here we go again, sticking our heads in the sand.

SEMEN BOROUGHS

of seismic homosexual incisions made in the brain of a 1950's nihilist

Stardust

Jake Gallagher has always lead a particularly average life outside of the antics of his unconventional family. Average grades, average friends, and the average teenager's aversion to familial embarrassment, until his life takes a turn for the unexpected. Because sitting three rows and catercorner from Jake in his astr...

Let's Get Tired

A story about death.

Lasagna

In which a dancing, rapping white boy meets Brooklyn born Vinny Vitale and realizes, hey. I may be gay. A short story.

The Taming of Frankie Carrozza

Eton often said that Frankie Carrozza was dangerous. But of course he was dangerous: he was a teenaged boy, after all.

Fish in a Bowl | girlxgirl

In which Sabine accepts an offer of $200,000 in exchange for spending time with a dying girl.

Freida

Oh I know I love you/ so please/ throw down your hair

For the Love of Henry Flynn

The story of a musician, Luca Floyd, and an artist, Henry Flynn, as they fall in love as Henry rises into the realms of stardom.

Daron's Guitar Chronicles: Vols 1-3

Daron’s Guitar Chronicles tells the story of Daron Marks, a young gay guitar player, from about the time he is eighteen onward. He arrives at RIMCon (Rhode Island Musical Conservatory) in the mid-1980s, desperate to leave behind a dysfunctional family in New Jersey’s suburbs and discover himself. It’s the advent of MT...

Four Realizations

"You have to learn to live, kid, not just survive."

Like Death

Her lips were like death and her mouth tasted like poison; she could kill an entire army of men with just one kiss. The trouble is, her kiss belonged to me and she murdered me a little more every time she spoke. - except from chapter xxviii

Late Nights

❝Nights are for talking.❞ [Short Story #36]

Threads

❝we are all searching for someone whose demons will play well with ours.❞ quiet rituals and even quieter conversations; a collectanea. (© promethean 2013; cover by promethean)

Tomorrow's Visitor

Tomorrow liked solitude. Then a naked lunatic arrived and demanded pants. Things went downhill from there.