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Having been around for awhile, and a great admirer of Flamingo's energy, talent, and ability to coerce (umm, I mean beg... no, I mean...) the very best technicians and devoted S&Hers and artists, I am delighted to have access to what sounds like what will be the epitome of S&H sites. I love reading, and S&H have kept me company on many a cold night. As I writer, well, I try but I must admit it's more for fun than professional. I'll maybe get some up some day. Can't wait to get started. And oh, by the way, as a Canadian, I can't help my spelling (:.
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Literally – words to use while writing slash. Originally published in SHareCon 2010 zine. My family and friends will tell you that at times I can be quite literal, to the point of frustrated distraction. Ninety-nine percent of the time I do it out of sheer fun, but then… Lo those many years ago, when I ‘literally’ stumbled across… -
FictionSlash Action/AdventureSlash FicSlash RomanceSlash Zinefic…With each case, with its abuse of the innocent, the cold sank deeper into his soul. There seemed to be no defense to the encroaching indifference that robbed him of his joy and took what little sunlight temporarily lifted him. Originally published in the 2006 SHareCon zine. He slowly lowered his weapon, the grim satisfaction of a job well done…
A Life Not Whole
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Hutch relates the impact of discovering his love. It isn’t possible to put in words what an epiphany it is to have your whole world turned upside down in an instant. A lighting strike just has no comparison. In a sense, clarity becomes the overwhelming feeling; the sense of wonder that you could have missed the obvious for so long,… -
Hutch thinks about his dreams. It’s been a long time since I have thought about my dreams. Every day I live my dream and there has been no need. I wake in the morning wrapped around my dream of love, security and home. I look into eyes that reflect every hope and dream I ever had. My deepest longings have… -
Starsky comes home after a long hard day. He momentarily leaned back against the closed door and felt his weariness settle over him like a cloak. After dispensing with jacket and the ever-present holster, he made his way to the living room and thankfully sank onto the sofa. The house was quiet and peaceful around him, a comfortable relaxed feeling… -
Starsky thinks about love. Sex is great, no doubt about it. But sex is not love or being loved. The feel of two strong arms surrounding him with care, love and devotion meant more to him than the physical arousal their love also produced. The warmth of expression in a shared glance always melted the protective wall their job often…
