Boy Meets Girl

There was this girl, and she wasn’t quite like other girls. While most people had a normal childhood, she had to work harder to try to enjoy what she had. She had a history of dating people who were mean to her. It took her years to realize that she needed to change that. So she did.

Then she met this boy. And they were friends. They hung out at stuff with mutual friends and would talk then. There was no dating or thought of a relationship forming. It was a fun time to be had. She was still healing and breaking a cycle she had been in.

Then one day that changed. They went on a date… and it was lightning. She knew that she had found something amazing. And they have been together ever since.

But that’s not the end of the story. Where most mononormative stories end right there, this one has the ability to morph and grow… and it has.

The girl went on to date others. None of whom gave her the same feeling… until it happened again. She met another boy, and it was a chance conversation on a street corner that started its work. She knew that there was nothing to come from it, so she put it out of her head. No need to worry and fret about something that she couldn’t have.

Instead she just kept moving on with her life, trying to find her niche in this world.

Then things changed and new possibilities showed themselves, yet didn’t as well. She didn’t think she had a chance, so she still kept on with her life. After all, no sense in being upset over something she didn’t know if it was a thing that could happen, that would happen.

Then one night they were pushed together… and it went from there. From talking to more, she started to realize that this might be more than she had thought. That maybe it is possible for lightning to strike twice.

So now she has these two wonderful people in her life. One of whom she never thought was a possibility, the other was one that happened just randomly. That she could always have this happy family that transcends marriage and blood. It’s a group of people who find each other and love each other, some in the same way, some in different. Each relationship different from the other. Each as wonderful and lovely as well.

Will there be a happily ever after? There’s no way to tell. Take it all moment by moment, and realize that these are extraordinary people in a harsh and cruel world, finding their way together.

New Story Teaser

I’ve been kicking around a story in my head for about a month now… so I’ve decided to actually write it. There will be more. It’s just in the beginning stages. I hope you enjoy this teaser.
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“Are you sure about this? I’m… I’m not so…” I say as I look around the crowded large room.

“It’ll be fine. You just need to get out there.” He says as he grabs my hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

I take a moment and take a deep breath and close my eyes. I let the sounds of everything around me to start to settle in. I can hear loud thumping music… actually, that’s all I can hear. No voices, just music. I slightly open one eye and let the bright lights occasionally seep in before going dark again.

I open both eyes and focus on what’s ahead of me. It’s a large room filled with the aforementioned music. People are writhing in time to thee music. Some are more on rhythm than others. The room feels hot and humid. The heat is being generated from all the bodies, creating an interesting humidifier. I can feel the music through the floor. The bass isn’t quite so loud that it’s an all-out assault, but it feels like a gentle massage through the air and floor. Off in the distance is the low-lit lifeboat that is the bar.

“Are you sure you can do this?” he asks.

I survey the room once again. I slowly nod.

“You can do this. You have this.” I think.

“I… Yeah, I can do this.” I say allowed.

I take another deep breath, and take a step forward.

 

Zooooooooooooooooooom (A Quickie Post)

I apologize for not being able to post until today.

Life is a bit busy, taking me on this new and wonderful adventure. This is a part of my life that I didn’t think that I would be having, but here I am.

So, what of this week?

I would like to post more this week. I need to post more.

So, I’m planning on posting another part of my Not-So-Short-Story and am contemplating another title change, just to keep it fun. I’d also like to write about Rockage. It’s retro gaming. It’s music. It’s you put your chocolate in my peanut butter. I’d like to share the fun that I had at this event.

I also need to remind myself that I need to be better and more vigilant about my posting. I’ve let myself go lax about it. That is not OK.

I’ll see y’all tomorrow, with new content.

Huzzah!

Until then!

I’m Back

Well, I am more or less. I’m still dealing with some lingering illness (I have horrible problems with dizziness and caught a chest cold in the meantime). I am feeling better than I was. The holidays are a terrible time to have any kind of illness.

So, what does that mean?

That means content. That means that I will try to get out my impressions of Final Fantasy XIV Fan Fest. I have a new story that I’m itching to start. It’s something I’m kind of excited about. I have a lot more of the story I’ve written to share.

I do want to write the end of the year post that I didn’t quite get to last week, so if you’ll humour me, I would like to write it. I also picked up a new Vita… and finally get a chance to play Persona 4: the Golden. I’ll write a bit about that.

What else is there?

There’s Comic Con and Fanime coming up, plus an event called Rockage that I’ll also be writing about… and so much more. What all that is, I’m not entirely sure as of yet. Talking about anime and manga as well as video games are a definite.

So, I’m back. I’m going to try to write more. I just hope that I don’t get sick again. I know that’s asking a lot, but it’s a goal I can go for. Who knows what this year will bring?

The Increasingly Misnamed Short Story (AKA, This is A Not-So-Short Story, pt. 34): We Keep On Truckin’ On

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“I… I think I get what you’re saying. And a party of me would entertain the idea… But…”, he responds.

“I know. This is really quick You haven’t even given an answer to me yet and here I am proposing that we make-out.”, the boy adds.

He nods.

“I don’t want to go to bed in such a sexually charged situation either. It’s not exactly the most comfortable way to fall asleep.”, he says.

He looks down at the floor. He realizes that this feels just as awkward as the first time their boyfriend came over to his house in high school. Even though he was focused only on his boyfriend, he still wasn’t sure if it was going to happen. In some ways this is very much like that situation. He’s still not sure if he was interested in dating the boy… and yet here it is. Does he do this or not? If anything it will certainly resolve the situation.

He crosses his arms and taps his foot on the floor.

“Well, there’s only really going to be one way to resolve this situation, isn’t there.”, he says, still thinking about it.

“Unfortunately, this is all I can think of. He both wants to do the threesome and is scared to…”, the boy says, “I will not take what happens tonight as a confirmation that you want to date me. I want that to be something that you decide on your own.”

“It’s not that I don’t want to…”, he responds, “It’s more that the thought had never entered my head. You’ve always been more focused on him.”

He sighs heavily.

“I appreciate that you wouldn’t take anything that happens tonight as an answer.”, he says, “Maybe we should just do it. It would certainly solve any doubts he has. Or I could just sleep on the couch. I used to do it so many times before…”

The boy shakes his head. He knew that there was always the possibility of someone taking the couch, at the same time their boyfriend did ask to sleep with both. It also seemed unfair that he should give up sleeping in the bed to make things easier.

“I had thought about that, but the request was for both of us in bed with him.”, the boy says.

“I know…”, he says with a sigh, “Well, then… Lets do it.”

The boy steps closer to him. He gently caresses his arm.

“Are you sure you want to do this?”, the boy asks.
He nods He isn’t sure that this is a great idea, but it would certainly answer quite a few questions.

The boy wraps his arms around him. He can feel the boy’s flesh on his. It feel strange, but not unpleasant. The boys hands gently caress his back and he can feel his breath on his neck.

“Thank you.”, the boy whispers as he kisses the lobe of his ear.

Here I am, back after my vacation.

Though, I will admit, it wasn’t much of a vacation. I wound up being fed two things that would make me horribly ill. One that would last one day, the other I’m still dealing with and it has put me in great amounts of pain. So… I didn’t really have an enjoyable birthday. I’m going to have a re-do, without the extra time off once I’m no longer hurting.

My sleep schedule was also messed with. Because of processing out what’s making me sick, I feel tired a lot. Since this wasn’t a trace amount, this is taking more time and is more work. I’m hoping that this is finished soon. I’m tired of the pain and the tired.

I did have 2 high points though. I’m hoping that this isn’t a show of what a pain the next year will be. I’m hoping this is a painful recap and that everything else will be much happier. Frankly, I really need it now.

So… what do I plan on for this week?

I might have to call this week largely a wash. I’m trying to handle being sick first. I will post another part of my long running and increasingly misnamed short story. Unfortunately, other than that I have nothing else ready for you. Please look forward to another installment of my story.

Otherwise, I’m going to focus on trying to get past pain. I’m sorry that this is happening now as I have a lot of writing ideas percolating away in my brain.

I’m hoping that next week will find me feeling better and ready to get more writing on here.

Until then!

The Increasingly Misnamed Short Story (AKA, This is A Not-So-Short Story, pt. 33): Just Can’t Get Enough

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This time the boy’s face stays close to his own. He can feel the boy’s lips gently caressing his ear.

He lets out a pregnant sigh. The breath is tinged with the slight sound of him moaning. This was getting to be too much. He was reaching the point of sexual frustration where he wasn’t sure what he was going to do. His boyfriend’s head being in his crotch most certainly wasn’t helping.

He firmly puts his hands on his boyfriend’s shoulders. He pushes him away just enough to be able to look him in the eyes. He can see that his boyfriend was both feeling embarrassed and turned on. That he would probably entertain the threesome.

He also knew that he couldn’t push the issue. He got down on his knees in front of his boyfriend.

“Are you sure you want to do this? If I keep your head where it was this isn’t going to end innocently.”, he says.

His boyfriend looks thoughtfully for a moment. He looks up at the boy and back at him.

“I-I…”, his boyfriend starts.

He holds his boyfriend’s hand. He feels the boy’s hand on his shoulder.

“It’s about what you want to do.”, the boy says.

Their boyfriend nods. He holds tighter on to his hand.

“I-I b-both w-want both of y-you… a-and a-am scared.”, his boyfriend said, staring down at the floor.

He kisses his boyfriend’s hand. He looks back at the boy to see what he’s thinking. The boy mouths to him, lets talk for a moment.

He nods and stands. He leans over and whispers in his boyfriend’s ear, “I’ll be right back.”

He kisses his boyfriend. He turns around and follows after the boy. They walk towards the living room.

The boy stops him while they’re still in the hallway. He gently grabs his arm. He swings around to face the boy.

“So, what do we do?’, he asks, slightly annoyed.

“… I have an idea, but I’m not sure how keen you’re going to be to do it.”, the boy says.

His eyes widened as he thought of the possibility. This would certainly be pushing things forward. He still wasn’t entirely sure if he wanted to date the boy. It certainly would be a solution to getting an answer, but could he do it?

 

The Increasingly Misnamed Short Story (AKA, This is A Not-So-Short Story, pt. 32): Iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit’s Baaaaaaack

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He sighs again as he looks down. He looks at the mirror again, at his mostly naked form. He shakes his head and faces the door. He opens it up and walks back to the bedroom.

His boyfriend is still clothed, sitting on the bed, patiently waiting for him to leave the bathroom. The boy is lounging next to him wearing only his underwear.

“Are you going to tease us all night…”, he says, standing in front of his boyfriend wearing only his underwear.

“That’s precisely what I was wondering.”, the boy says, his hand gently caressing their boyfriend’s leg.

His boyfriend gulps hard. This sounded like a great idea at the time, but now… Now he wanted both of them. Seeing both of his boys stripped down to their undergarments was hot.

“Hot…”, his boyfriend thought, “That would be putting it lightly. This is such a sexually charged scene. I am so fucking turned on right now.”

His boyfriend turns beet red as he attempts to bury his head in his crotch. His boyfriend wraps his arms around his hips. He holds him tight.

He looks at the boy with a perplexed face. He then looks down at his boyfriend’s head, buried securely in his crotch. He wasn’t sure if he should be thrilled for this to happen or what. It was awkward as this is something that he wanted earlier today, but not to the embarrassment of anyone.

He looks at the boy again.

“Well… I’m at a loss at what to do…”, he says.

“I know, right?”, the boy responds.

He stands up and walks over to him. He puts a hand on his shoulder.

When the boy’s hand touched him, his body tensed up a bit. His ambivalence showed in that action. He felt bad, because he still wasn’t sure if he wanted to be with the boy.

“Don’t worry.”, the boy whispers in his ear, “I just asked you tonight.”

The boy let his hand wander down his back to rest on top of their boyfriend’s arms.

He gulps hard finding himself in an impossibly erotic situation. He knows that he would joke about a threesome with these two boys… but now it seems like it might actually happen. While he could easily joke about it, does he feel ready for it to actually happen?

He closes his eyes. He tries to think of nothing, but he’s not sure that’s possible. He feels himself getting aroused again. He feels the boy’s body close to him, his hand resting on his ass. His boyfriend’s head is still buried in his crotch.

“I’m sorry.”, he whispers.

It’s the only thing he can think of is to whisper, “I’m sorry”.

“There’s nothing to be sorry about.”, the boy whispers in his ear again.

Of Monsters and Men, pt. 7

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He holds his lance tensely in his hands. He knows that this isn’t the wisest of ideas, but he doesn’t see that he has any other choice.

He realizes that the beast is trying to focus and stare at him, but is failing to do so because he is too close to its eyes.

He once again tightly grasps his lance, ready to give out another battle shout.

Before he realizes it, he’s shouting and plunging the tip of his lance in to the creature’s eye. He continues to force the lance as far in to the beast’s head as he can. He can feel the white gelatinous warmth of the material that was once the eye. He can small the blood as the lance starts to plunge past the ocular cavity.

He feels the lance once again hit something that’s not resisting, but it also not muscle or bone. He feels his lance plunge deep in to the beast’s brain.

The creature lets out a tortured and pained cry as its body can no longer propel itself. Just as quickly as it started charging, it comes to a complete halt. It slides to the ground, throwing him with it.

He lies on the ground for a bit, in a daze. He’s not sure how long he’s been lying there. The last thing he remembers is the beast going down.

He checks his body to see if there are any broken bones or other serious damage to himself. From the cursory check, he can’t see anything.

“This is what I get,” he thinks, “This is what I get for doing this without a healer.”

He sits up in the snow, looking at the prone beast. He tries to stand up finding it challenging. Once he is on his feet again, he tries to dust off the snow.

Try as he might, the snow sticks in every corner and angle of his armor.

He approaches the beast, seeing that its breathing is very shallow. He attempts to grab his lance from the huge skull, but realizes that it’s too slick with gore for him to be able to pull it from the eye.

While he has done nothing but wish death to this creature, a part of him feels guilty for letting the beast suffer so. He can’t offer it a quick death. He stands sentinel over the beast as he slowly dies. Each breath becoming more labored, a whimpering sound with each breath.

And then it happens, quiet. It’s as though the lesser beasts are observing a moment of silence for their fallen comrade.

He lowers his head and takes a moment before it starts to set in that he finally killed this beast. There will be no more destroyed families and razed villages. And while he should feel at peace, he’s feeling something entirely different.

Nothing.

As badly as he wanted to kill this beast, he’s surprised by the fact that he feels numb. He searches both his brain and heart to see if there’s any sense of elation or victory. The harder he searches, the more he feels empty.

His shoulders slump with the knowledge that while he spent months stalking this creature, that its death means nothing to him. He turns on one heel and stalks off through the snow. Maybe it’s not today that he will feel victory, but he will continue to fight until that elusive feeling comes back to him.

Perhaps it will come back one day… Perhaps.

 

Of Monsters and Men, pt. 6

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He lets out another battle shout as he plunges his lance in to the beast’s neck. He can feel skin and muscle part underneath the keen point of his spear. He knows that this is just the beginning of a long and arduous battle. He’s not sure who will be the victor though. Will he live or will he die? These are thoughts that didn’t enter his head until now. And even though they pop in to his thoughts while fighting, he doesn’t pay them much mind. Just fleeting contemplations that appear momentarily and then disappear back in to the aether of his brain.

The creature bellows in pain. The first wound has been struck in this war.

In the background, he could hear the various chirruping of the surrounding creatures reacting to the pain of this creature.

He instantly blocks it out as he maintains his firm grip on his weapon as it’s still plunged in to the beast’s neck. It helps him stay on the back as the creature below him reels back a little.

He uses the stability of his lance in the beast’s neck to jump over to his head. As his feet hit the hard bone of this creatures skull, he struggles to pull the weapon out. He didn’t realize that the muscles would be so taught and tense. With a hard, swift jerk he manages to free his lance from the creatures neck. A plume of blood spurts out from where the lance once existed.

He starts looking for another vulnerable spot to attack the beast. He sees nothing from the top of the head.

“Shit.”, he says as he realizes that vulnerable spots here are in the beasts face.

He closes his eyes for a moment as he continues to ride on the head.

“Must think. Must think.”, races through his mind as he ponders some other way.

He shakes his head.

There’s only one solution…”, he thinks as he slowly makes his way down to the beast’s muzzle.