What are we without flesh and blood? Are we nothing but a beating heart in a ribcage, a marching soul inevitably leading to our demise? Or are we here as a test of loyalty to our God, a God we do not know but must trust? And without this trust, we will be punished indefinitely for questioning his divinity. And what...
Derek owns a small pub on the border between the nice neighbourhood and the Orcus in the city Pareo. One day his friend shows up, and the mafia right after. Warning: This is a manXman story, so if that isn't your cup 'o tea then this is not the story for you. Also any 'intimate' scenes will be posted for themselves. ...
He hasn't said a word in years... His voice though, is a work of art............ I was inspired to write this when I read about a chorus in Australia which is made up of stroke victims. Although most of them can speak some and singing is a way to help improve their speech, there are some individuals who can sing but...