Paul Russell
Bio
A creative thinker with a desire for story telling, happiness and laughter giving, joy filled times in life as we all need a dose of this on the regular no? Stories to thrill, delight, maybe cause a chuckle or two, will be here soon!
Stories (8/0)
Is homophobia still a problem amongst us – hidden within those who claim otherwise?
Please note I am writing this from the perspective of a guy in his late thirties in the UK, I am well aware it is a stronger issue in other countries. I am relating this matter to how things are in the UK as that is where I have lived all my life so it is my sole reference point. For those struggling in countries with no LGBT+ rights at all my heart burns for you.
By Paul Russell10 months ago in Pride
A tale of deceit
I have this system for getting exactly what I want out of people. It doesn’t take a great deal most of the time. So you know, no amount of cleavage shown, overtly flirtatious use of eyeliner, or wafting of my hair endlessly in anyone’s direction, is used to give me an advantage.
By Paul Russellabout a year ago in Fiction
A daughter's love
Story 2! Enjoy ;) My mother was doing that thing she did. That thing with the rag in the sink. It was a cause of whimsy at first, with how she would twirl it around her fingers as she washed one plate after the next, getting our modest little kitchen in order after what must have also been a long day at the hospital. Such a selfless soul was she, keeping us together despite how much was on her shoulders with work as well as myself, our flat as well as the aftermath of her split from my dad. I used to love seeing the grin on her face when she told the stories of her, a nurse at the city hospital, and her colleagues running around day by day doing the good thing for the people that were in their mutual care. How I was blind with my youthful naiveté to the cracks in her smile, the brave way she was keeping the realities of such work from me to not create any apparent damage to my fragile happiness as her only child. This was despite me asking often how her day had been, sincerely and often so that I could learn more about her life outside our haven and just so I could…hear her voice.
By Paul Russellabout a year ago in Fiction
