Theo Fenraven's Blog, page 18

Break!

It’s time to take a break. Recharge the creative batteries. I may post from time to time, either pics or flash fics, but I won’t be keeping to my usual schedule for the next few weeks. Stay well, all! I’ll … Continue reading →

Midnight Snack

It was late when we finished rolling around in the sheets. I turned onto my back, breathing hard and sweaty. “That went well.” He laughed. “It always does. Towel?” “Sure.” After we cleaned up, he went to the doorway. “I’m … Continue reading →

11.9.20 Random Shots

A few days ago, I hopped in the car and drove along roads I’d never been on before. When I saw something that looked interesting, I pulled over, stopped, and got out with the camera. The first thing I saw … Continue reading →

Balance

        A few of us were sitting in the backyard around a small fire. Branches crackled and sparks flew in a light breeze. None of us wore masks; we were all, except for Marc and Jon, who were a couple, … Continue reading →

The Vulture and the Caracara

About three weeks ago, I drove to R’s place in Venus to give him my ripped copies of Queer as Folk, because I’d bought the official collection from Amazon. We both wore masks, of course, and I was inside the … Continue reading →

Friday Flash Fic: In Darkness My Heart Was Won

The lights went out. One minute the old Graily Mansion was awash with the sounds and sights of a Halloween celebration and the next, it was plunged into darkness except for a candle here and there, added for atmosphere. There … Continue reading →

Cataract Surgery: Good, Bad, and Ugly

If you live long enough, you too will likely have to have it done. It’s pretty much a disease of the old. Sometimes it creeps up on you, sometimes it hits fairly fast. I’m in the latter group. I was … Continue reading →

Getting Old

I don’t often talk about my age, and there are reasons for that. 1) I hate being almost 69. Aging is a betrayal of everything I’ve experienced and learned in my life. I mean, what was the fucking point if … Continue reading →

Flash Fic: On the Rocks

Every night for a week, two young men had swum to shore, perched on the rocks, and listened to someone singing inside the house on the bluff. She had a voice like an angel, inviting them closer. “I want to … Continue reading →

Oct 19, 2020

It’s been a long three weeks, because I’ve been editing every day. The constant chaos in politics is wearing me down. I want to move, but I’m not sure how to proceed, because I own this place, and there’s no … Continue reading →