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‘Cause We’ve Ended As Lovers

gay ass little story. i ❤️ men.

word count: 769

“Andy, catch up! You’re too slow,” Keaton yelled back at the other man on the foggy beach.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m coming…” Andy responded, jogging forward to catch up to Keaton. He tousled his salt sprayed hair, smiling at the olive skinned man in front of him. Keaton smiled back before turning around and continuing to walk. The two walked quietly next to each other, the sound of the sea splashing onto the beach filling the silence. Droplets of cold water occasionally hit their skin, causing one to shiver and the other to snicker at their misery.

After a long silence, Keaton finally broke the silence, turning to Andy. “Hey, Andy,” he said quietly. Andy hummed in response, looking at his feet as he walked. “How cold do you think the water is?”

Andy chuckled for a second before he looked at Keaton with dread in his eyes. “I swear to God, if you push me in the water-” However, his threat was cut off by Keaton suddenly grabbing his hand and dragging him into the water. Andy squealed in shock as Keaton laughed hysterically, dragging Andy further and further into the brisk ocean.

“C’mon, it’s fine!” Keaton said between laughs. Andy struggled against the tight grip Keaton had on his hand, but he lost his footing as a particularly strong wave knocked into his shins, and he fell back into the water. He screamed, glaring at Keaton, who was keeled over from laughter.

Andy got up from the water slowly, still shooting death stares at Keaton. Keaton looked at him seriously for a moment, then the two men burst out in laughter simultaneously.

As Keaton laughed, Andy took the opportunity to push him into the water, tossing him into the waves. “ANDY!” Keaton giggled, crawling through the water and grabbing Andy’s legs, dragging him into the water with him.

The two wrestled breathlessly in the water, laughing as they did so. Andy threw Keaton off of him, pinning him to the sand beneath the shallow shore. They chuckled for a second before the sound was replaced with their heavy breathing. The two made eye contact, staring into each other’s blown pupils as they caught their breath. Just… staring. Andy felt a fire bloom in his chest, and he leaned forward before…

Keaton grabbed Andy’s shoulders, throwing him into the water before running away onto the shore. He threw his arms up triumphantly as he declared “I win!”, watching as Andy got up from the water and followed Keaton onto the beach.

“Cheater…” Andy mumbled, smirking at Keaton. The fiery feeling lingered, a dull, sweet ache left in Andy’s chest, but he shook it off, ignoring it.

“What, mad because you lost? Maybe don’t spend so long catching your breath, loser.” Keaton chuckled as he walked up to Andy, grabbing his shoulder and smiling. “Maybe next time you’ll be better than me.”

“You’re such an ass, I don’t even know why I like you,” Andy said, however he was easily contradicted by the big goofy grin plastered on his face.

“Because I’m cool and hot,” Keaton said as he cupped his face with his palms. “Plus, you once said I’m your favorite parasite. You just can’t get rid of me.”

Andy huffed softly, shaking his head before he looked at Keaton again. The fiery feeling rose in his chest again, this time blush rising to his cheeks. His eyes lingered on Keatons, before they dipped lower, locking on his lips. Jesus, Keaton always had nice lips…

Keaton stepped forward, looking at Andy with soft eyes, before the two collided their lips together, kissing passionately. After a moment or two, they pulled away, staring at each other. “Woah…” Keaton whispered, his jaw slack.

“Yeah…” Andy replied, smiling slightly. “You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to do that…”

Keaton rolled his eyes, huffing. “You could’ve told me, I would’ve said yes, you big dork.”

“Shut up,” Andy laughed, grabbing Keaton’s face and kissing him again, this time for longer. When they finally pulled away, they were both breathing heavily, their hearts pounding in their chests, their pupils dilated.

“You’re really fucking pretty, man…” Keaton whispered, taking in all of Andy’s features in a way he had never done before.

“Who’s the big dork now, huh?” Andy smiled, grabbing Keaton’s hand. As the two walked hand in hand back to Keaton’s truck, they felt content. The coldness of the sea and the fog that surrounded them meant nothing compared to the warmth that flowed between them.

They were together now, and they would be forever. ‘Cause they’ve ended as lovers.

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Monsters

this is my gay ass writing warm up 👍 just kinda. wrote.

If monsters under the bed and in the closet aren’t real, why are they screaming at me? Why are they taunting, growling, ridiculing me?

The monster under the bed begs to taste my skin, begs to lap at blood that flows from my body. It wants to eat me, leave me with scars that claim me as its own.

The monster in my closet teases me as I stare at it. It studies my flesh, ridiculing me only by staring, not saying a word. It tells me I’m not good enough simply by looking at me and existing within my vicinity. It tells me I need to up my game.

I’m not a little kid anymore, but those monsters keep getting scarier. I can’t escape then by closing my eyes. They are in my head. They are infecting my brain.

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Father Jameson

Short Horror Story (513 words)

Liam walked slowly to the church, taking careful steps. In the distance there was the faint sounds of the yipping coyotes, humming cicadas, and a distant train rumbling on the tracks. Yet the only sound Liam could focus on was the sound of his own breathing mixed with chanting coming from the church. Light spilled out from the windows, the only light visible against the inky darkness of the cloudy night.

As Liam got closer, the chanting became clearer and louder. It was a mans voice, but the perpetrator was unrecognizable as a sound of something else laced his voice. Liam took another few steps, and he approached the door. When he got there, he put his ear against the chipping white paint that hung off the wooden door, listening. The chanting was in a completely different language, something Liam could not translate. He took a step back, opening the door slowly.

Sitting on the ground at the altar, surrounded by candles and corpses of animals, sat a man wearing a buck skull on his head. The man looked up at Liam, and stopped chanting immediately as he stood. When he did, Liam saw he was wearing a pastor’s outfit. A golden necklace gleamed on the man’s chest, and Liam gasped, looking at the man with a shocked expression.

“Father Jameson? What’s going on?” Liam asked, taking in the rest of his surroundings. Dozens of dead coyotes and rabbits were littered near the altar, upside down crosses carved into their chests. Pentagrams drawn in blood were all over the walls, and Father Jameson was holding an ornate knife latin engraved on the bloody blade.

“Brother Liam…” Jameson laughed breathlessly, “It seems you’ve stumbled upon me at a bad time.” Father Jameson’s eyes glittered behind the shadow casted on his face by the skull, a once comforting shade of blue turned cold and icy… demonic.

“Father, what is this? It looks like Devil worship.” Liam took another step back, frowning at the pastor.

“Oh, does it, Liam?” Jameson drawled, grabbing the dear skull and taking it off slowly. His eyes were bloodshot, and blood ran from his eyes like tears. “Come here, brother. You must see the light.”

Liam shook his head, turning back towards the door of the church. Father Jameson appeared in front of him as he turned, moving impossibly fast to stop him. “Liam. Come here.” Jameson took another step closer to Liam, smiling with no joy. Liam felt someone, something, grab his shoulders, and he looked up at him slowly.

There stood a goat with twisting horns and fur matted with blood. It’s drool slowly dripped down onto Liam’s forehead. Liam shut his eyes to avoid the warm, viscous liquid getting into them. When he opened them, he was face to face with Father Jameson who was now holding the Latin dagger to Liam’s neck.

“Oh, Liam, if only you could see. This is the way.” Father Jameson’s low drawl was the last thing Liam heard as his carotid was severed and as his blood sprayed out of his neck.

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4 Micro-Fiction Stories

a bunch of 2 sentence stories for creative writing class. not particularly proud of any of them, just posting to post

Drama

Maxwell Rosenthal died in surgery three years ago. So why the hell was his name illuminated on my phone with the option “answer call” beneath it?

Romance

Ten hours ago I considered Lyle to be my worst enemy. However, I don’t think worst enemies loudly moan each others names at three in the morning.

Horror

“Father, forgive me for I have sinned,” I said. Though I don’t think he could hear me on account of the golden crucifix sticking out of his bleeding temple.

Sci-Fi

I always planned on killing myself. It’s become apparent my clone had the same plan as he aims the pistol straight at my head.

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micro fiction sucks balls. still gonna post it

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What makes Simon Riley happy?

Simon “Ghost” Riley x gn!reader

Content: just a short fluffy scenario. no y/n & no pronouns other than “you”

Author’s note: this is my first ever “published” fanfiction so 😭 sorry if its bad LMAO- but enjoy :)

Most people thought of Simon “Ghost” Riley as a stoic, heartless man with little to no joy in his life. The man is a killer, a great one at that, and the balaclava paired with the skull mask didn’t do much to help his case.

But as Simon sat on the bank of the softly flowing river, watching as his dogs ran through the water, he decided this was it. This is what made him happy. With a soft smile plastered on his face, you leaning on his shoulder, the sound of the forest surrounded him.

You hummed softly as you stared out at the river, some song Simon had heard you sing countless times. He leaned his head over, resting it on yours, as he closed his eyes, just listening. Once you finished your song, you grabbed Simon’s hand and squeezed it tightly before you whispered, “I love you, Simon.”

“I love you, too,” he responded, just as quietly, if not more, than you. He squeezed your hand back before giving you a kiss on the top of your head, sighing with content.

This is happiness to Simon Riley. This has the ability to make up for all the sleepless nights. This has the ability to make up for all the tears he shed in private.

Just you, him, and the dogs. You all were meant to be together. Just like this.

This is what makes Simon Riley happy.

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Public Transport by Grayson

I’ve been seeing more animals

Dead on the side of the road.

Often, it makes me wonder:

Does Death itself take public transport?

Does Death take a bus ride to take that cat’s life?

Does Death go state to state by train

To take the life of every raccoon?

Does Death go by plane from country to country

To take the life of each mangled deer?

Does Death enjoy public transport during summer?

Is that why I see so many corpses littered on the side of the road

In July and August?

What does Death think of public transport?

And why does Death tease?

Hints of the life that a creature once lived.

Dusty paws littered over a silver Corvette.

2,000 feet away lies the dead body of the culprit.

She was there for a moment. I saw her.

And now,

now her dead body is on the side of the road.

Waiting for Death to get off that bus.

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A Better Person

villanelle poem by me (grayson)

“Always strive to be a better person”

I tell myself this every goddamn day,

And yet I constantly seem to worsen

Try to protect myself from desertion

And so in my broken mind I replay,

“Always strive to be a better person”

I give myself sermon after sermon

Attempting to find a self-righteous way,

And yet I constantly seem to worsen

I need from others reassurtion

That I am not awful, and so I say,

“Always strive to be a better person”

I push myself to overexertion

As I purge my body of all decay,

And yet I constantly seem to worsen

I speak to myself with cruel coercion

Telling myself not to go far astray

“Always strive to be a better person”

And yet I constantly seem to worsen