Gay love stories

In case you were wondering. Aspen Taylor is an average 15 year old boy at high school, except for one thing, he's gay. We’re constantly updating our library with the best stories online and in app for readers like you.

Facing away from the door, I felt a wave of winter chill flush against the back of my neck when she came into the dimly lit tavern. In this collection, we dive into the [ ]. The love blanched when he saw her, then wordlessly pointed a finger to himself to ask if she had come for him.

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And soon, everybody was yelling. Made a decision This fact, as true and as simple as it was, had not stopped my Aunt Rosie from pacing around the parlor all morning and pressing her face to the front window in search of thunderstorms. My mother had yelled at her for smearing rouge on the glass, and she, of course, had yelled right back.

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But words written? Jeanie really could be a twat. You know, the one you always told me not to call people. Too dangerous. Coach even asked him if he needed glasses, was genuinely worried about his depth perception being off or something.

Words, when spoken, had always seemed slippery to her. Was really missing you at our last game. Got so frustrated watching him I almost slipped up and said that word again. Just ink, silence, and the slow unraveling of the self. Submitted by writers on Reedsy Prompts to our weekly writing contest.

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