All Woil wants to mope and investigate crime. Unfortunately his new, fresh-out-of-school, totally-cool, totally-gay partner won't let him. But when a young girl is kidnapped from her kidnappers they have to put differences aside and work to find her.slash

There is a lesbian who hides in the bushes near my house

He leaned down to whisper in Rey’s ear, hot and raspy. 'Did you think I wouldn’t smell him'" Here be gay. M/M to be specific. Watch out for the yaoi.

When you lie you wince.

No Homo: A Collection of Poems on Bromance. Rated T for curse words.

An introspective drabble.

He awoke. World spinning, spanning, spreading soft to the skies on blue tipped clouds of gray. m/m, Not sure how to rate... I can up it if necessary.

A psychic detective predicts a man's death. Hilarity ensues. Slash. A bit 'o angst.

He can't drink straight milk.

Someone takes a shower. Totally Gen--Nothing untoward happens, I assure you. Trans warning. If you think I should up the rating, I will.

Death shouldn't be this hard.

Marcie chases after a squirrel named Jeff and tells her best friend life changing news that he doesn't understand.

Gay, Nazi-Germany, battlefield sex! You can't go wrong! Rated M for a reason, folks. m/m, slash, yaoi, and whatever other keyword you can think of.

Well, this sucks.

I'm crazy. This is crazy.

Its easy killing lies.

I pull on my black mourning hat; Funeral proceedings; Femslash; cutting in a non-emo way; strongly implied suicide; Rated T

There are a million reasons, As to why I’m not okay ...... ...strong swearing

Go ahead, hit me

Stop hurting me

I can't be happy with you

My heart is beating faster

Lost innocence through the tides of time, revived by a memory as sweet as rain.

A story about Meesha Serchowski and her quest for understanding.

A simple poem about spring I wrote as an exercise in imagery

This is the embodiment of me being sick and tired of all those ‘future fics’ where gays are the extreme minority and oppressed. Warning, lesbians, OMG!

It’s hard to know what you would do if the person you love is in danger. mild f/f

I seem to write a lot of love poems. This one is about hiding love, and yet still yearning for it.

This is a poem about love, and how one can take abuse, and still love the other.

What wonders do you wonder?

It came on rather sudden, the ability to understand what babies were saying. It was surprising. What was more surprising was who they wanted to kill.

What is in a name, though? I mean, besides that rose so sweet

I popped a zit the other day

Inspiration by my flute

Poem about the person I'm in love with. This is sort of what I wish would happen

Short poem about a first kiss

first kiss, girl’s bathroom

Do you listen when I say…

Bustle, bump and oranges spill, someone’s child cries

Pretty ribbon, soft ribbon

Adults are allowed to be hypocritical.

What in the world is OCD?

How do I look?

I need sixteen large pizzas, eight with pepperoni, eight with extra cheese.

There's just to much...

I think I'm supposed to write somthing here. I had a great idea too, it was about my story... I think. I've forgotten now. I'm confused. The previous is the actual summary, I'm not kidding

A day in the life of the oppressed. Read and Review please.