Pride and Petty Games
My name is Hector.
Amateur fiction writer in Barberton, South Africa, keeping company with no pets right now, just houseplants and strong coffee while writing. My wheelhouse is Gay Male, told in first-person past tense in a voice that is matter-of-fact. I read every comment even when I am slow to reply. Hope you find something here worth bookmarking. Ranked by how many readers finish them. Some are free to read in full; the rest open with a free preview.
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My name is Hector.
The motel room smelled like cheap air freshener and somebody's cigarettes, and I stood in the doorway of the bathroom for a full minute…
I woke up at six thirty the way I always do, before the alarm, and lay there for a minute staring at the ceiling before it hit me that it…
*This one's a little meaner than my usual fare, but sometimes you need a story where the revenge is petty and the romance is sweaty.
It was 3am and I was sitting in my kitchen holding my pool schedule in one hand and my ex's toothbrush in the other, and I remember…