Greetings! My name is Andrew Judeus. I am an LA-based writer with a passion for creating romantic narratives. Hopefully my daily wanderings into the land of happily ever after will shed some light into your life. Enjoy!
I was locked inside my room since 6 p.m the night before. I heard him from my room. Him coming into his room the night before. The quick moaning. The coughing. He always came fast but that night was at light speed. More coughing. More coughing. Then he stopped. He stopped for almost a whole twenty-hour hours. It didn’t matter. I wasn’t going out there unless I absolutely needed to. I didn’t want to get it again.
It was so sudden, so unexpected, it hit home harder than the wave of the pandemic had hit the world only a year prior, unsuspectedly. Unsuspectedly this hit harder, it hit deeper as I listened to dad’s shaking voice, a vulnerable, shaking voice I had never heard before. Dad, vulnerable? Ha! “Your nana passed away last night."
The Pear Tree and the Boy vs. The Man Bull
“Never touch it!” Dan replayed each warning his mother and father had given him as he looked out the window. A warning about the punishment from above that would befall any boy or girl who disobeyed their parents by going near the pear tree. By touching it. But Dan was curious. And starving. A curious, starving child.
Our Ugly Honesty—A Tale of Two Fishes
The boy didn’t know why he was there. The place wasn’t his vibe. But turning down a generous friend’s invitation wasn’t either. It was a crowded place, even for a Sunday. But a Sunday never kept the gays from partying the evening and eventual night away.