I have told this story many times. It occurred in 2011, and was written down just recently for you all, in honor of the season. I find it hilarious, but I thought I should warn you that an animal was, in fact, harmed in the making of this story. If you dislike non-vegetarian acts or descriptions of death, please do not read any further.
The second year I worked as an English teacher in China, my American friends and I decided to have a Thanksgiving celebration. In China, it’s almost impossible and very expensive to get a turkey, so we opted to get a chicken. Everyone contributed something different, and because I had a different work schedule than everyone else, and couldn’t cook the day of our celebration, I volunteered to do some of the shopping the day before, including buying and prepping the chicken, which I would then deliver to my friend for cooking. Read more
I’ve been working on this story for a while, but I suddenly realized that it was perfect to post for Halloween, so I pushed myself to get it finished. I didn’t quite make it, but two days past isn’t bad.
This is a story of budding romance between two men. There aren’t any sex scenes, but there is some kissing, and some cussing. Hope you enjoy!
Cameron had the perfect plan. After three years of planning, it should be perfect. No need to talk, check. He couldn’t screw this one up by choking on his own tongue. Unfortunately, that had actually happened on several previous attempts. Simple logistics, check. Nothing that could melt, burn, or otherwise required precise timing, which he had also learned from previous attempts. Easy escape if it failed, check. He was fairly sure he could pull off the “Oh, that was you? I totally thought you were someone else” excuse. Even if it wasn’t entirely believable, Enrique would probably let him get away with it. It would be awkward of course, but he doubted that kind of awkward would be any worse than the awkward he was currently suffering.
This scene came to me in my dreams. It’s complete fiction, and I have no idea why it showed up, but I was compelled to write it out. As of yet, I have no plans to make it into a longer story. I don’t even know what such a story might be.
Finally, I had made up my mind. I found him looking out a window, shoulders tense. When I called his name he turned, but he didn’t meet my eyes. I held out my arms and he stepped into them stiffly. Had he changed his mind? Didn’t he want me anymore? I kissed his cheek and he clung tighter, burying his face in my shoulder. I spoke softly.
“Did you… do you still want me to stay?”
“I just want you to be happy.” Read more