The Story – mr. bump

I remember calling my ex that day for an explanation, I needed to know why he played his part, what was so bad about his current relationship that he would risk ruining not only his but mine as well. His fella had found out too and walked out, I stayed. looking back now I’m not …

The Story – cheating on me

His phone left my hand and landed on the bed next to his sleeping head, my mind gave me no time to care what the weather was doing and my eyes wouldn’t let me focus on the clothes I was throwing on my back, my hand let go of the door handle, it slammed louder …

The Story – lindor chocolate

You were wearing your faded red bed top and white boxers. None of the furniture was ours, the sofa was a tiny, hard, modern thing covered in brown suede fabric that we could hardly fit on together and the kitchen was the length of a micro oven, hotel fridge and one sink combined! Not that …

The Story – boy from the grey

So a few months of back and forth later and I was ready, I had made the decision to leave college and make my escape from a life I truly hated, he had been driving down at weekends to stay with me but I needed more, every time he left it got harder and harder …

The Story – false memories

It has been weeks now since I last saw your face, I pushed you to the back of my mind and for the most part it worked. Today I closed my eyes and my mind created an image, a memory that has never been, in this false memory you are there in front of me …

The Story – stained glass

Rebuilding the walls after my first failed relationship took some time, I was so destroyed that for the longest time I almost didn’t realise that I’d actually been given one of the biggest gifts, confidence. I was stronger, I was a whole skill level up from where I had started, and things could only improve. …

The Story – he was 53

I messed up, I had left it too long and then it was too late. I was on my bus to work when I got the call, I was the first to arrive and I sat alone. I felt so small. He was always alright, and he was always in and out of hospital so …

The Story – dead

I’m 16 and it’s the heat of summer. I am loving life, I have friends all around me and  I'm going to house parties nonstop. Kissing guys against piles of bricks, laughing louder than I ever had before and enjoying my youth to the full. I met a guy at college, I was shy and …

The Story – the small print

Growing up I was a quiet kid, didn’t say much, kept myself to myself, but I was surrounded head to toe in love. some of my earliest memories of recognising love were sitting on my parents’ bed with my mum, my dad just waking from working nights to our dog Bonnie, franticly licking his face. …

The Story – dating at 3

This is the journey and as all journeys start somewhere I’ll tell you where mine began. I started dating at age 3 (young I know) long before I had a concept of sexual orientation, gay, bi, straight, all of that grown up stuff. The scene is set for my dating future, its 1994 and I'm …