Afternoon Stories

Love and fiction novel A rainy afternoon, he meets a strange unknown girl. The girl is giving him a kind of "bio-energy" and disappears. Messages suddenly appear in his mind and prompt him to go to the islands of Turks & Caicos, in the Caribbean. He abandons everything and makes a fresh start. New identity, new adventures, new purpose in his life!!! https://homoastralis.org/rainy-afternoon-en.htm

Will you recall my joy and passion?

This is a sequel to 'An Unusual Friday Afternoon'. Sonny has had this secret for a long time. Now that it has killed off one of her best friends, and no one knows she has anything to do with it, he is going down hill. Could this all be a figment of her imagination? A way to cope with the pain? Or is this horrifying thing all too real? I'd suggest you read 'An Unusual Friday Afternoon' first, it's really short but you don't REALLY have to. It could give you a better understanding of what happened from Bea's point of view.

just thoughts [[ note : itz not to critisize anyone ]]

Morgan is going to a new high school after a long summer. Everything goes great until a boy dressed in black starts talking to her. All he does is harass Morgan. He's getting to her. But Morgan knows better than to go out with one of these boys.

The frustration of being unable to find a good book; a short story on cats I've never owned and a dog I barely feed.

A poetry collection based around time.

For centuries the two vampire kingdoms have been battling waiting for the psychic Princess to come along. Anna Williams thought vampires were only in nightmares and horror stories. So what happens when she becomes a part of the vampire world? These vampires all believe she is the psychic Princess. When the evil kingdom gets a hold of her will the reign of King Charles and Queen Esmerelda come to a close?

1. And it all began with a 🧷! 2. 🅱️➕ A mom's bloody siesta! 3. 🔥 Firewalking would have been a cakewalk! 👍 4. 🧜 A mermaid's feet.👣

There are days when the Sun is a stifling furnace flame and the birds keep you awake and the flies never seem to leave you alone. Then there are days when the wind lifts you off your feet and the birds dedicate their songs to you and the Sun in the sky is just warm enough to remind you of how much the world has to offer. I wrote this on one such lazy afternoon, sitting in a lonely guard room in the middle of the forest. More of a descriptive,contemplative piece. I tried to describe everything as I experienced it, shadows on my book, the soft sounds of birds. Even something mundane like a spiderweb seemed so purposeful and enchanting as it reflected the sunlight. As tranquil as it all was, it had a bittersweet feeling and it somehow felt like it was too late to be appreciating everything - the leaves were falling from the trees and Summer was already saying its goodbyes (or 'see-you-next-years'). "Go to sleep darling till the summer comes again."

[Soliloquy: A monologue resulted from a mere spur-of-the-moment reflection of the author] For the first time... I suddenly felt so much confuse about my sexual orientation and felt so bad 'coz I thought I might've done something wrong-a mistake, or perhaps, a sin. -Sachii Lasco ✒©2020, Reii Mayonaka In which, everyone had some sort of selective amnesia. ٩(●˙-˙●)۶

On the verge of leaving an era

How i feel at certain points in my day.

Connor loves Anne. Anne likes someone else. A simple and short script about two people having their daily, spontaneous chat about how they feel and how they show their care for one another.

Nelson Stein was your average Jewish guy. Of course, that was before something strange happened and the world as he knew it, changed. Everywhere he looked, there were fairytale creatures. The streets were filled with werewolves, vampires, fairies and more. A quick glimpse into a mirror reveals that he has become one of them...a zombie. Now how will he ever find a nice Jewish girl?

A short incident that took place at a tea store called tea corner. The weird interactions and the people I encountered stood out exceptionally. I don't know if it was my imagination or had I witnessed something grave.