Clearing the Air (4)
Clearing the Air By Ian Kovnats (Gaystoryman) Copyright © 2008 ? All Rights Reserved Part (4) He felt like he had just been struck by a bus. His whole body was rock solid, as he kneeled there, staring up at Mike. How could he? It was almost too much to grasp, but his hands fell to his side, and he could see the tears rolling down Mike’s face. ‘Did I do something wrong? I mean…’ ‘No, no...
September 20th, 2008 by Ian
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Anointing of the Man Child (6)
Anointing of the Man Child By Ian Kovnats (Gaystoryman) Copyright © 2008 ? All Rights Reserved Part (6) Everything seemed so hushed, so quiet that it gave him a bit of the shakes. He knew that he was in a hospital, that there were people all around him, and Blake could even distinguish some of the words too. Like when someone had asked who was in there, meaning his cubicle, he had heard clearly the...
July 23rd, 2008 by Ian
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Anointing of the Man Child (5)
Anointing of the Man Child By Ian Kovnats (Gaystoryman) Copyright © 2008 ? All Rights Reserved Part (5) Blake felt like crap, and yet not. He had barely managed to get any sleep, after getting back from his tryst with Trent. All he could think of was tonight, and what promises it held for him, or pitfalls. His mood switched from excited to dread at the drop of a pin, as he tossed and turned all night...
July 19th, 2008 by Ian
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On The Run (6)
On The Run By Ian Kovnats (Gaystoryman) Copyright © 2008 ? All Rights Reserved Part (6) It had been hours since Bobby Rae had left him alone in the cabin. The fire had died down quickly, and he huddled by the dwindling embers, wrapped in a blanket. He knew he needed to keep himself warm, for the trek to the Mountains. Least he had a destination, but more importantly, he had outside help. Since this...
June 25th, 2008 by Ian
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Fiction – Yard Sale
Yard Sale By Ian Kovnats (Gaystoryman) Copyright © 2008 ? All Rights Reserved Part (1) Garth stretched his arms over his head, and yawned as he surveyed the few remaining people picking through his collection of goodies, things that at one time had meant something to him. Now they were simply a way to get some needed extra cash, to clear out the junk before the final push, the move out. He felt a...
April 5th, 2008 by Ian
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