If Only – by Drew Payne

Originally posted on Gay Flash Fiction:

(c) Drew Payne, June 2010.

The bed was uncomfortable, the traction holding his broken leg restricted his movement, and his leg was hurting. Tony knew there wasn’t any point in calling for a nurse, he still couldn’t have any more painkillers, but he considered it. Max, the short blonde, male nurse, was looking after him today; Max was handsome and caring. He could do with Max’s attention.

He hated being in hospital.

If he hadn’t gone out that night he wouldn’t be in here. Jackson’s Field was a piece of common ground that had been neglected for years, but ideal for cruising. He’d been lonely and frustrated, hoping for a little company, so he’d gone there.

If he hadn’t followed that guy, Tony wouldn’t have been led into an ambush by a bunch of queer bashers. Four men had fallen upon him, blows and insults raining down on him. It…

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Anel Viz’s ‘The Interrogation’

This story from Issue 2 has just been uploaded from our Archives.  You can read it here.

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Issue 18 is live!

2xist thong pencilWell, on the last day of August (!) the August Issue of Wilde Oats is now published.  Three stories, part 3 of Brian Holliday’s novella Delta, and the winning six drabbles from our drabble competition.  Also, as part of the issue 18, another story from the archives, If Only, by Don M,, was uploaded, which is where this picture comes from.  We thought you’d enjoy it.

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DOCTOR SNAP – By Cristina L White

Originally posted on Gay Flash Fiction:

It was written on the sideboard menu in white chalk: PLAIN BELGIAN WAFFLE. As opposed to what, I wondered. Fancy Belgian waffle? Or maybe it wasn’t about plain or fancy. Could one order a plain Bulgarian waffle? What the hell is a Belgian waffle anyway? And why would I care? Please take note: Rachel Sutton doesn’t care about waffles, plain or fancy. Oh, sure, I thought. As if anyone out there is taking note of what I care about. Once upon a time, Angie would have taken note. No. Better not think about that. She had moved on; I should do the same. It was over.

I sipped my coffee. It was black. Bitter. I liked the taste of it, the heat of the liquid. I closed my eyes and listened to the chatter and clatter around me in the café. The noise of the place was soothing. It occurred…

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Victor Banis’ short stories

victor banis tell them Katy Did and other storiesA collection of Victor Banis’ short stories has just been published by Untreed Reads.  It costs just $0.99 and consists of  eight stories.  You can buy it here.

The stories are:

Tell Them Katy Did
The Kiss of Death
Midnight Special
Changing Views
Neighbors
Illusions
Clouds
The Princess of the Andes
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Issue 17 is up!

at ease 2Four new short stories and part 2 of Brian Holliday’s Delta; five book reviews; a tribute to Ruth Sims who passed away unexpectedly on May 8th, and a rant by Don Bellew.

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PUNK – by Andrew Baranek

Originally posted on Gay Flash Fiction:

(c)  Andrew Baranek

It’s that kid again, he’s been tagging along all summer. I’ve seen him at every Foul Tip show, standing way in the back shadows, smiling as the band thrashes onstage. It’s weird because he doesn’t even look like a punk: he always wears khaki shorts, a white t-shirt. Like he’s a Boy Scout, or maybe a bando.

And now he’s in my cellar while I’m supposed to be recording Foul Tip’s next record. He sits there in the folding chair, with his weird little smirk. And Nate the frontman’s on the cement floor next to him, in tight black jeans and jacket, all studded with silver. And Nate’s staring off, contemptuous, getting his Foul Tip face ready for the next vocal take. I love when he gets like that.

But this other kid is all like, delicate… or normal… or something. With his hands tucked in his…

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