Gay fi

Margot Eaves had chosen the rules — not out of cruelty, but out of necessity. Just ink, silence, and the slow unraveling of the self. Too loud. Hey, Tanner. But words written? It meant a shower of good fortune, pouring out from G No talking, no phones, no unnecessary noise.

Read from the Gay Fiction collection of stories on Inkitt. Too dangerous. 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. When you act in ways that are consistent with the core of who you are, even when your actions aren’t approved by others, you increase your overall contentment.

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You know, the one you always told me not to call people. My mother had yelled at her for smearing rouge on the glass, and she, of course, had yelled right back. The bartender blanched when he saw her, then wordlessly pointed a finger to himself to ask if she had come question gay gay.

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Words, when spoken, had always seemed slippery to her. Contained in margins, confined in paper and punctuation — those, she trusted. Coach even asked him if he needed glasses, was genuinely worried about his depth perception being off or something. Was really missing you at our last game.

And soon, everybody was yelling. Got so frustrated watching him I almost slipped up and said that word again. We’re constantly updating our library with the best stories online and in app for readers like you. If you haven’t read that post, you can find it here.

Jeanie really could be a twat. Too quick. 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.

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