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Tales from her porchTales From Her Porch:
The muggy heat was wreaking havoc on her hair, frizzing it out, making her want to take a set of shears to the entire mess. It seemed the only place she felt comfortable was outside in the shade of her porch. But the state of her hair wasn't giving her a chance to feel any bit of comfortable. After the third time of angrily trying to get the brown tresses under control, she conceded defeat and tied it all back. The dog whined at her in protest, not happy with her concession to the heat. Or maybe he wanted the attention she was giving to her hair.
With an exaggerated sigh she collapsed onto the chair kept outside, tossing the puppy a treat while taking the book she'd placed on the porch railing. It was Martin's, A Clash of Kings, one of her favorites. She didn't like everything about it, not the rape or the disgusting way some of the men acted. But what she did like more than made up for the rest. Settling down to continue reading, she noticed how noisy the morning
Sitka - WIP 2"Tell me again why you're leaving?" Ryan asked, his eyes more annoyed than angry.
I turned away from my packing, taking in the scene before me while I thought about an answer. The apartment I lived in wasn't on the large size. It was your typical San Francisco studio, overpriced and undersized. Fifteen hundred dollars a month had kept me out of the rain and fog for the past two years. Two years of trying to fit a square peg into a round hole. I had never felt comfortable living in the city. The people seemed strange to me, a weird combination of wealthy and liberal. San Francisco thought of itself as the gay capital of the US. But even living among all my queer brothers and sisters made me feel weird.
Like I was trying too hard.
More like everyone was trying too hard. Too hard to be gay. Too hard to be stylish. Too hard to be cool. Or some west coast hipster version of cool. After almost five years of dealing with it, I'd had enough. Or so I told myself. I figure it made the mov
Touched - WIP"Let me get this right " I stood up, taking a step away from Daniel. The image of the glittering city below us had been almost hypnotic. I needed to clear my head. From the alcohol and from whatever the hell Daniel was doing. "You're telling me there's some secret cabal of gay magicians out there."
Daniel laughed, moving to get up before I halted him with a look.
"And this secret society this "
"Order. It's called the Order." Daniel said, looking at me sincerely.
"Okay This 'Order' runs around doing what?"
"We run around looking for people like you Alex."
"People like me?"
"Gay magicians?" I asked again, still not convinced Daniel was being truthful with me. Hell, I was starting to think he had more problems than just picking fights in bars.
"We're not all gay." He said, getting up and moving towards me. "Just the best ones."
I ignored him and his laugh, looking out the window again.
Was he telling me the truth? Were there really people out there using mag
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