Duointherain
Bio
I write a lot of lgbt+ stuff, lots of sci fi. My big story right now is The Moon's Permission.
I've been writing all my life. Every time I think I should do something else, I come back to words.
Stories (46/0)
Permission Ch 3
Milk and Rum Chapter Three Jack Walker was never going to be the same. Next to a lake, he sat on a blanket with Gael’s head in his lap. Sleeping, Gael seemed so young, not like the man with such huge bravado and street smarts now. Marriage had never been something he’d imagined for himself. God had given him a passion for medicine and that was enough, more than many got. Yet here he was, sitting next to the most beautiful lake, having shared intimacy he’d never dreamed possible with the most remarkable and beautiful of men. This was a gift from God, for only the Almighty could move the world in such a way.
By Duointherain3 years ago in Filthy
The Judge's Orders
Gael’s knee hurt less when he returned to the jail. There might possibly even have been some spring in his step. The powerlessness he’d felt in hospital after being shot down seemed more like a memory than a fact. It was close to midnight when he arrived.
By Duointherain3 years ago in Humans
Permission 39
Permission 52 Gael knew parties like this. He’d never been a guest at one before. He wasn’t a guest now. He needed the judge to grant his client bail in a city where he had no friends and no favors to call in. It didn’t help that the city paper had published a photo of his client splattered with blood and looking shell shocked. This wasn’t New York. It was Atlanta and he was way too old to give pity eyes to a judge to get his way.
By Duointherain3 years ago in Humans
To Meet the Family
1916 Later the same day, after ‘Loving Gael’ As soon as Gael was gone, Jack jumped out of bed, shaved fast enough to leave a nick with a straight razor, cleaned up as quickly as he could. He made the bed, retrieved his checkbook from the desk, hat on his still damp hair, and strode forward into the world. He had an appointment with a man.
By Duointherain3 years ago in Filthy
Loving Gael
1916 Everything’s easy in Sunday School. The verses to memorize have a perfectly clear meaning and they never waiver. There were rules to be learned and I learned them so early that I forgot learning them at all. Laying here in our bed, I watch my beloved, and I know that all those rules made me more like a dancing bear than a man. He’s a force of nature, is my beloved.
By Duointherain3 years ago in Filthy
The Moon's Permission
Milk and Rum Chapter One Galen Francis McNeil, a month into his 18th year, had come off a winning night, had nearly twenty five dollars in his pocket, and felt like this might be the best moment of his whole life. He had a new hat, cast off from his sugar daddy, but it was a twenty dollar imported French hat, hand stitched, with an ace of hearts tucked inside the rim. It was the hat he was going to be buried in, someday.
By Duointherain3 years ago in Humans
The Moon's Permission
All things considered, Gael did not feel like a lawyer. He felt like a fraud. These weren’t feelings he could listen to when Jack was present. If he lost Jack’s respect, he’d have lost everything. Sitting there in that cab on the way to the jail to meet his first serious criminal, nay, capital case, he wished very much for a flask of whiskey that Jack hadn’t done away with already. Damn choirboy.
By Duointherain3 years ago in Serve
A Saint and a Sinner
A Saint and a Sinner 1922 South Carolina They were alone in the hallway, the electric lights warm just bright enough to cast them both in shadows. Jack had been waiting for him, just past the stairs, arms crossed over his chest, green eyes narrowing.
By Duointherain4 years ago in Filthy
Trauma and the Self
Trauma and the Self Continuity is deeply important to the experience of being human. It is how we remember who our friends are, what threats exist, what dreams and goals keep us moving in a world filled with obstacles and pain. The mind’s ability to frame information is what makes a movie a movie and not a scrapbook of still images. Human perception of time may not be much different, but it’s hard to say. Continuity isn’t just for humans. Elephants, cats, even the planet is where it is today because of where it was in the aggregate of the moments before. A river flows through its bed, but it is not the same water that it was yesterday, or two minutes ago.
By Duointherain4 years ago in Psyche
The Social
1914 Kansas City, Kansas The punch was the least of his concerns. Neatly dressed and doing his very best not to look stiff, he sipped the small crystal teacup of punch, trying to make it last as long as he could. He was of average height, neither chubby nor twiggy. It was his bright red hair that made him stand out, that and his devotion to God. Once that had been fodder for his classmates’ imagination, but they long since moved on to more interesting things. It was as all the world grew up, except him.
By Duointherain4 years ago in Humans
Slender Black Ink
The pages weren’t yellow when I first found them. It wasn’t the yellow brick road, but more like black stepping stones on a pale gray, faded manilla backdrop that blotted out a world of violence and the sweetness of death. Following that path I found someplace other than where I was. The first chapter book I read was the ‘Wizard of Oz’ by Frank Baum. There had been a mountain of Little Golden Books before that, shelves of them in my grandparents’ house. I’d already tried writing stories though. The first memory I have of writing a story was on a dark and not stormy night. I sat on the floorboards on the back seat of some car. I don’t know where my mom got the car. My ink was blue, the pages were in one of those rainbow pads. It was just me and Captain Kirk and some monster. When I look back to that moment, I expect I thought I was happy. I wasn’t. It was cold. I was hungry. I was probably seven, with long brown hair, and hunched over that little notepad, I wrote page after page in huge letters because I needed glasses and I thought that was normal. I thought I was happy.
By Duointherain4 years ago in Motivation