Fiction – Hanging Out
Hanging Out By Ian Kovnats (Gaystoryman) Copyright © 2007 ? All Rights Reserved Taylor stared at the house from inside his beat up Chevy. Not much seemed to have changed, though the place looked like it needed painting. It had been nearly 5 years since he last saw the place, and lots had changed since then. To begin with he would be a senior at College next year, something many never expected to see...
June 17th, 2007 by Ian
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Fiction – Graduation
Graduation By Ian Kovnats (Gaystoryman) Copyright © 2007 ? All Rights Reserved Petrified and yet Thrilled was the only way Kerry could describe the way he was feeling. It was finally all over, those awkward years of High School, and in a few short weeks he’d be off, experiencing life in a whole new way. No longer would he be a big fish in a small pond, as his father loved to remind him, instead...
June 17th, 2007 by Ian
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Fiction – Forced Out
Forced Out By Ian Kovnats (Gaystoryman) Copyright © 2007 ? All Rights Reserved Morgan placed his drink of Scotch down on the end table, and placed his hands under his chin. He stared out at the well furnished room and felt the skip of his heart, as he wondered if all that was before him was about to be taken away. He felt the tiny beads of perspiration forming once again, as he contemplated his enormous...
June 17th, 2007 by Ian
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Fiction – Final Camping Trip
Final Camping Trip By Ian Kovnats (Gaystoryman) Copyright © 2007 ? All Rights Reserved Joel had good and bad memories of the place. He sat at the bank of the lake, looking out at the starry night being reflected off the still waters. He could see the silver flashes of light and from across the lake, he could see the lights of private cabins poking holes into the darkness. He sighed as he leaned back...
June 17th, 2007 by Ian
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Fiction – Falling Snow
Falling Snow By Ian Kovnats (Gaystoryman) Copyright © 2007 ? All Rights Reserved He should be acting his age, but hell, it felt good to be like a kid again, or at least feeling young. Nate couldn’t help but feel happy as he stared out of the huge bay window of his home. The yard had a fresh layer of virgin white snow on top, and it looked so pristine, so fresh, that he couldn’t help but smile....
June 17th, 2007 by Ian
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