Boys of Seclusion - 8In Gerard's opinion, the weekend passed far too quickly. Frankie was to go back to school the next day and the thought sickened both of them. Gerard didn't want to be away from Frankie, especially considering where he was going. He wanted nothing to happen to Frankie while he wasn't there. Gerard was afraid the kids hadn't forgotten about throwing whatever it was they threw at the car window. He didn't want Frankie going back to something like that. It was nearing midnight, and neither of them were asleep.Boys of Seclusion - 88 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Gerard was sitting on the bed, legs out, sketching in a book, the light dim. Frankie's head was resting on a pillow on Gerard's legs and he was pulling thread after thread out of his glove, eventually tearing a piece of skin off of his thumb and sucking away any of the blood that surfaced. They were quiet, because nothing needed to be said. Gerard had grown awfully comfortable with having Frankie around. Just having the kid lay on him like they were was something he was going to miss
Boys of Seclusion - 2"That. Was. Awkward, dude," Frank said, as Gerard shut the door behind him. Immediately, Frank dove for the side of the bed, just as he was before they had gone to the dining room for dinner.Boys of Seclusion - 28 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Lock it? Please?"
Gerard locked the door and sat down next to Frankie, and folded his arms over his drawn knees. Something of which he was sure he had gotten from Frankie. As he looked over at the boy, he was right; Frank had pulled his knees into his chest, and folded his hands together, holding them tighter than absolutely necessary. "You did okay. But, you really don't have to stay here tonight. Ya know? Not if you don't want to," Gerard said, looking pointedly at his knees, because he didn't want to make this into some big thing.
"But I want to. It's better than being alone. You want me here, right?"
"Yeah. Yeah, I do."
One of those very awkward moments passed where both boys smiled at each other and then found it necessary to pick at the carpet between them, their fingers only almost meeting
Boys of Selcusion - 5Gerard woke up not with Frank curled under his arm or near his chin, but tucked into a corner on the floor, playing with the sparkling, rainbow pinwheel the kid had made more than a week ago. His gloves were laid out beside him; red from what Gerard could only guess was blood, because Frank's fingers seemed covered in it.Boys of Selcusion - 58 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Frank? What're you doing?" Gerard asked as he sat up in his bed. He rubbed his eyes and ran his fingers through his hair. "Frank?" he asked again.
From the floor, Frank simply, quickly shook his head, and flicked the pinwheel.
Gerard climbed out of bed, his stomach doing odd things, considering the time of the morning and the fact that he had just woken up. After nearly tripping to his death on a stack of newspaper, Gerard finally sat down in front of Frank, more or less securing the kid's place in the corner. Frank didn't seem threatened by this, just more relaxed, like if he never got out of that space he wouldn't complain. Gerard frowned at the fact that what cove
Boys of Seclusion - 7Gerard and Frankie held hands as they made their way up the stairs and Gerard knocked on his mother's bedroom door. When she answered, the confused, concerned look on her face was enough for the two of them to enter and take seats wherever they could. Gerards mother sat on the chair in the corner, and Frank pulled Gerard to the floor and rested his head on Gerard's shoulder. After a strained moment of silence, Gerard's mother asked what happened.Boys of Seclusion - 78 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"I swear I was taking him back to school, Mom," Gerard started. "So, we were, I don't know. We said goodbye and Frank was going to get out of the car, but something was thrown at the window."
"What do you mean something was thrown at the window? What window? My window?" His mother asked, referring to herself with an open hand. "What?"
Gerard nodded solemnly. "Um. I don't know. It didn't break, just... cracked pretty badly. It was on Frankie's side. And then, um. The other kids got up in front of the car and started yelling something at u
-truth-will you meet me in the spaces-truth-8 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
between our fingers
indivisible, but one
(and all the smaller pieces
that don't matter)
a hollow note
twenty minutes to dawn
(i know this because we've been here before)
in this moment, and this thing of arms and arms entwined, called embrace
this moment on soft notsosoft ground sheets
it's the same
and in this moment
this moment is again
and your voices
singing as the past
ceilings and walls
that do not house me
anymore, i hear you
you are farther away
when i am with you
than when we are
so far apart
i do not have a traditional clock
that could tick away the night
in even tones
to focus on
when i'm trying my hardest not to be awake
i only have digitalisations left
Boys of Seclusion - 6Gerard had stayed hidden in his basement, with the door locked until dinner that night. He hadn't spoken to anybody since Frank was nearly dragged out of the house earlier that day. He prodded at his potatoes and kept his head low, and tried to ignore the conversation his mother made with Mikey and his father.Boys of Seclusion - 68 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Mikey kicked Gerard's foot under the table.
"Stop it, Mikey," Gerard warned. He glanced at his mother who sent Mikey a threatening look. Mikey lowered his head and put his chin in his hand. He kicked Gerard's foot again. "Mikey. Knock it off," Gerard said firmly. He really wasn't in the mood.
"Mikey, now seriously. Leave Gerard alone," their father said. He put his fork down and addressed Gerard. "What's the matter, son?" he asked.
Gerard glanced up at his father and shook his head. "It's nothing, Dad. I'm a little blocked. No inspiration," Gerard shrugged and hoped, wished that that was enough to keep his father satisfied. Gerard and his father never really talked much. It was a
Boys of Seclusion - 4Frank's mother's funeral was the most tragic event Gerard had ever been to. It was the first time he and Frankie had ventured out of his room in almost an entire week, and for such a sad reason. He held on to Frank's hand, felt the kid squeeze tightly as they lowered the casket into the ground and heard Frank let out an uneven, raw breath next to him. He hadn't cried yet, and Gerard was sure Frank was going to cry at one point during the day, and he'd braced himself for it. But, nothing came.Boys of Seclusion - 48 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Fuck going to the wake," Frank mumbled against Gerard's shoulder when they reached the car together, alone. Gerard felt Frank nuzzle against his arm and he pulled the boy into a hug.
"You don't want to go?" Gerard asked.
"No. It's at Aunt Claire's. She told me I don't have to step foot in that house until next week, so..." Frank answered and pulled the sleeves of his jacket down over his gloves as far as they could go. Gerard was pleased to see that Frank's fingers didn't look raw today. They wer
Boys of Seclusion - 3Gerard wanted to say something, maybe tell Frank that what he did wasn't right. Gerard was much older, and much... But then Gerard really thought about when he had seen Frank make his way from his backyard and into the house, when the sun spilled all over Frank's dark hair and when Frank slept and Gerard really couldn't object to Frank's kiss when he thought about how much he really wanted the kid to be happy. There was nothing to keep Gerard from wanting Frank to take back the moment that just happened. He stayed in his little post-kiss trance for a moment longer, Frank's whimpering shaking him from it.Boys of Seclusion - 38 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"I'm sorry. And I know, ya know, that I apologize for like, everything, but I am really, really sorry. I know you're just letting me stay here because you feel sorry for me, and --"
Frank wasn't cut off by Gerard's hands on his jaw, but he was cut off by Gerard's lips pressing themselves against his. And Gerard couldnt believe his sudden compulsive behavior, but he really couldn'
Boys of Seclusion - 1The first time Gerard met Frank, it was nothing ideal, perfect or even something either of them wanted, which at the time was so obvious that looking back on it now, Gerard cringes.Boys of Seclusion - 18 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
He was this awkward, adolescent, this semi-adult. He was 'The Man in the Basement' and he embraced that label, that tag that the people in town had given him. Gerard didn't leave his house, not often, not frequently. Not on demand or by request, but only when he so felt like it. On occasion, on a very rare occasion, Gerard would wrap himself tightly in black scarves - three at the least, all different shades of charcoal, and a long black trench coat with shiny, plastic buttons, and he would stumble out of his mother's house to wander around the town or quickly make his way to the art supplies store and then back home again. Familiarity.
Gerard was not shy, cautious or modest. He simply suffered from social phobia. His entire life, Gerard was home schooled, was taught piano in his home, and never once made a
batteries unincludedyou are an hourbatteries unincluded9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
sixty minutes of sixty tickings
in this hour is every word
youve ever said
i have an old wrist watch my father gave me
i say old, because five years is a long time when it is a quart of your life.
i use it to count you.
staring at the straight lines and reflecting the tubed light into a dancing circle on the wall
a spotlight for an ant
i imagine a woven straw hat and cane
there was always dancing wasnt there?
there was, but it was never us that were dancing. its just a configuration.
you know, of talk.
something we forgot all about.
perhaps it wasnt forgetfulness but forced ignorance.
you know, being stubborn, like stains you can never get out in the morning.
Yaoi Story 4Part 4Yaoi Story 48 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I woke up in the infirmary and heard whispering voices behind the white curtains. My head was still dizzy and I had a bad headache. I turned my head over to where the voices were coming from. Two dark shadows appear on the curtains. One was Mr. Min and the other was Mr. Alvin.
No, you cant have him, Mr. Min said, pointing at him. An itch was tickling my nose and I tried to rub it away.
If I cant hav- Mr. Alvin stopped.
Ah-coo!!! I sneezed, as if a gun had just gone off.
The lager shadow came closer and opened the silky white curtain. I looked up at Mr. Alvin and then Mr. Min. Mr. Alvin sat down next to me and patted me on the head. Did you hear what we said? was the first thing he asked me when I had just woken up.
I shook my head and said, I just woke up. I didnt really hear anything at all. He smiled.
Are you alright, Pet? the other teacher asked, worried. He came closer.
My head hu
Yaoi Story 8Part 8Yaoi Story 88 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I was still in shock after I saw Colin fall from the roof of the school and rushed to the hospital. Mr. Min was there to me comfort me. I looked up at him and asked with confusion, Youre Colins brother?
He looked down and nodded, Yes, he is. He took my arms and pulled me up, Youre bleeding. You should go to the infirmary.
But, what about Colin? Hes in the hospital because of me. I didnt want to do anything to hurt him. Its all my fault. I said looking down. Tears were still running down my face and I couldnt stop them.
Mr. Alvin walked up to me and said, Its not your fault, so dont blame yourself. He looked down at the trail of Colins blood on my shoe and the ground then turned away. I know youre worried about Colin, but think about yourself first.
I glared at him and said with a frustrated look on my face, Th
Yaoi Story 7Part 7Yaoi Story 78 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Colin! I screamed out his name as he fell over the side of the school building. I looked over the edge and he was hanging on the side of the brick building with both hands. We were on top of the roof of a two story school building. It was windy outside and a guy I hardly know is about to fall to his death.
H-help me, Pet! he said alarmed. I put my hands around his arms and tried to pull him back up, but his weight was much greater than mine and I couldnt budge him up even an inch.
I cant! I yelled at him, Youre too heavy! I squeezed tighter. He let go one of his hand to grab on to my left arm, so that I wouldnt let him go. By doing this, it made things even worst for me. I felt like I was about to be pulled down by him. I was having a hard enough time trying to balance my weight with his, but now hes just putting all his weight on his side. Let go! I ordered him. Im going to fal
i love the way i say ithow come perfection could be the smile of apology you made when you were always latei love the way i say it9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
how come perfection could be
velocity isnt lost each time
the bounce has changed
there arent enough sides inside
my skull to play any
Yaoi Story 6Part 6Yaoi Story 68 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I chased after the mysterious person that was spying on me in the infirmary. I ran as fast as I could to catch up to him, but his seems to be too far ahead of me. By the time I got up the stairs to the second floor, he was almost gone. When I heard a slam of a door and saw the tip of his shoe, I followed him like a fly being lured to honey. When I got up to the door, there was a sign on it that says Keep Out. I thought to myself This leads to the roof. Why is he going up here? I heard rumors that someone committed suicide by jumping of the school roof, so thats why the roof is now off limits to students. Whered he get the key to unlock this door? I put my thoughts aside and raced up the rest of the stairway leading to the roof.
A bright, sunny light was shining from the open door at the end of the stairs. I went through it and it felt like I was going through a portal to a different world. The wind was strong, but yet relaxing at the same time. A loud squeakin
Yaoi Story 9Yaoi Story 97 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The next day I waited and waited until it was 11:00am for lunch. I had exactly an hour to get ready and escape from school grounds before the lunch period was over. Of course, I, myself, didnt have any feminine clothing of my own.
When the bell rang for lunch, I waited for about five more minutes before I rushed to the theater room, where the drama classes were held. The place was emptied. I snuck backstage to where most of the things had been put away. The most important thing I was looking for were the costumes. As I passed the wall of hanging curtains I saw boxes upon boxes of old and dusted costumes stacked on one another. The newer ones were hung on the racks and the older ones were thrown in the boxes. I opened a few of the boxes and the smell of mixed odor rushed into my face. It wasnt very pleasant.
Suddenly, I heard the tapping noise of footsteps. The footsteps got closer and louder. There were two of them. I heard talking and laughter. I panicked
Yaoi Story 3Part 3Yaoi Story 38 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
After Mr. Alvin kissed me unexpectedly, he said that Colin was suspended for a while and I was off from school for the day. His hand brushed my cheek and he was off to class as well. I was still sitting up on my bed thinking. I never really put any thought into like another man, until now. I cant believe Mr. Alvin would do that to one of his own students! What if he gets fired because of me?! I shook the thought out of my mind and got out of bed. I searched for some fresh, clean cloths and went out of my room. When I locked the door, I saw a huge footprint on it. This must be Mr. Alvins. His foot is really big. After a moment of thinking I scampered off to the showering room. It should be empty at this time. No one should see me going in since it was the middle of class time.
I went in and striped myself of what I had put on and hung it on the rail of the shower. The showers handles were dried; they hadnt been used this morning. It was
Yaoi Story 5Part 5Yaoi Story 58 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Why would Mr. Alvin want to get his revenge on you? I asked in a low voice.
Mr. Min found a chair next to the bed and sat in it. He sighed and started, Well, I started working here a little bit before you transferred into this school, not to long ago, maybe about two mouths before you came. Sean I mean Mr. Alvin, Sean is only his first name, he was more easygoing when I first met him. He was always nice to me and whenever he saw me he would come right over and ask how I was doing. Mr. Min shifted in his seat. When Mr. Alvin confessed to me how he felt every time hes around me, I was in shock. I didnt answer him until the next day. I told him No and he took it hard. Ever since then, I tried my best to avoid him as much as possible, but he some how mange to find me roaming the hallways.
So, I started, he was somewhat of a stalker?
He looked at me a little funny, Umm you can say th
is this how it is to fly?the sleepy storm of your aeroplane fingersis this how it is to fly?8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
hurricaning gentle rushes along the tips of my ear flesh--
no, i did not say stop
as a child in your arms, I wish for more wishes
too few are the moments we glide beneath our eye sheets
tucking our tears into slippery sleep
when does wait turn into savour?
jester flowers dance jangly yellow beneath my feet and i feel
the gentle grumble of the wind's distaste through my ear pipes
along my jaw; my straining neck
a furore of bent elbows and outstretched arms tasting cloud whispers
on my cheeks, on my lips, and my hair no longer obeys the law
is this how it is to fly? arms wicked propellers and spinning
turning running sideways centripetal;
my centre? is where, is where?
i am your el(e)-o-c(tro)ution
you are my hard starboard.
everyone was once a smaller face to cry
you in your mouthi am curious about youyou in your mouth7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
of course, i'd like
to know how many sugars
if any, i think i'd like
to know how well
done. but i'm not sure
of course, if i should be
curious (or otherwise)
if it is indecent
of me to speculate
ponder how much milk
wonder what textures
maybe i should wait
for the situation
to present itself
rather than spend
these days thinking
act i into(beauty)act i into8 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
obscured into a blur
i become fluid with the silent
motion of the lines
my eyes are a continuing moment
along the spectrum of heard
seen tasted felt
this is the wonder of is
i miss the genesis
the before the flood
the fluid motion
of calling home the birds
with a scattering of seeds
the tips of your hair
dapple bright ecstasies
on your reflection
they drip the terror
from your throat
a tracing of your skin
under my skin print
injects memory into my fingers
and solidifies in silence
it was raining when-
it was raining when-
it was raining when you held your parasol high
and laughed at the sun
it was bright light then-
it was bright light then-
it was bright light then when your umbrella on
pulled laughter from the bus
(a he i
my condolences for your
wake up, wake up
it isn't morning
but for the tumble
for the tumble
i give you warmth
just likehe said,just like9 years ago in Typographical More Like This
you taste kind of nice
ill give you a try.
its been too long
i know ive forgotten.
its just like riding a bike
i always used to crash
Spiderling"Next!"Spiderling9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Shuffle, up, shuffle.
"Three teal, seven harlequin, ten spotted mauve… one spiderling."
"Gimme your ration card!"
"I… I… I… I… here…"
Mumble mutterings, "three teal, seven… spotted mauve. There ain't no spiderlings on this here card!" Eyes ablaze and as meat.
"Please, for my… back, the pain."
Slam down hard.
"Everyone gets their fair share. Nothing more. Always less. Nothing more. Next!"
Twenty coloured pills danced down his fingertips and I quickly picked them up as they bounced once, twice. Never let them more that thrice. Or pop! All over the counter. And no more. Always less.
The ration dispenser flicked my card at me. It twanged laminatedly against my forehead and landed on my gloved palm. I tucked it back into my pocket; card and pills packed safely. No one dares traverse the insides of another's pants these days.
They say everything's contagious.
It is the year of our Lord, 2100, June twelfth, eight fifteen post meridian and I am cold. Our lady is but a bloated memory fl
Yaoi Story 2Yaoi Story 28 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Colin pulled my shirt off and tied my hands with it. I struggled, wrestled, and kicked as much as I could but, yet, it was still no use. He finally got a chance to pull my pants off and I thought, No, no, no!!! This cant be happening to me!!! Why? I hardly even know Colin that long.
He started licking the side of my neck and I squeaked, like a mouse. He giggled and went lower to my chest. Colin rubbed and played with my nipples.
I felt uncomfortable and said, Ugh, Stop it! Why are you doing this to me?! Fear rained all over my mind and I started to cry. The only thing I could think of is, Why? Why? Why? No, not me. I have to get out of this some how! Someone! Help me, please! And my plead was answered.
Knock, knock, bang, bang was coming from my dorm room door. The door handle rattled and the door shook like crazy. Colin looked back at the door, but didnt mind since it was locked. He continued what he was doing and slowly started to slip his