The Invisible Queer

Words: 506 Andrew looked at Samantha. He was pacing back and forth in the kitchen of their apartment. “I really can’t believe you, right now. I really can’t.” He shook his head and brushed his hair back. Andrew and Samantha’s marriage had been rocky since he found her in bed with another man. “I...do you understand that you cheated on me. You threw ten years out the window!” “Yes. I understand that. And I’m sorry, Andy, but I still think you were wrong for snapping at me like you did at the restaurant.” She remained calm, but Andy was losing his mind. “After everything you did, are you really asking me to apologize for snapping at you once ? You’ve been sleeping with the same guy for almost a year! You- you-” He shook his head. “I think I have a right for reacting the way I did. I...I wanted to make things work, Sam! I did! But you...you wanted to have brunch with the guy you’re fucking? You disgust me! We have been married for ten years! Ten fucking years , Sam!” “I know,...

Words: 1614 “Marvin? Marv?” Whizzer’s voice sounded miles away, although he was standing over Marvin. Marvin blinked a few times, not knowing where he was or what was happening. “He’s okay.” Whizzer told someone over his shoulder. He held out his hand to help Marvin up. “No!” Charlotte’s voice came shortly after. She appeared hovering over Marvin. “We have to make sure he didn’t get a concussion.” “Are you serious? He just fell.” “Yeah, but he hit his head pretty hard.” Cordelia’s voice came from somewhere unknown. Marvin just wanted to know what the hell happened. “Marvin? What’s my name?” “Charlotte.” Marvin mumbled. His head hurt and it made focusing on anything pretty hard. “I- what the hell happened.” “You fell, you clutz. And everyone is pretty damn concerned.” Whizzer laughed. “Are you seeing double?” “No- I-” Marvin grabbed his head. “What did I hit my head on?” “Concrete. Can you not remember?” Whizzer asked, kneeling next to him. “Not really.” “Is that ...

Words: 466 I don’t even remember what happened. It happened so fast. But there I was. Face to face with Death. To me, Death came in the shape of a beautiful woman. My wife who had died two years ago. Amanda. She looked as beautiful as the last night I saw her. Wearing the same exact outfit. “Hello, Jane.” She smiled at me. The smile I fell in love with. “I’m here to escort you to the afterlife.” Death even had her voice. “It’s too soon.” “What do you mean?” Death asked, her expression changing. “Let me guess. You want to plead for your life.” “Yes.” “Fine. What is your plea? Your children? I’m sure Amanda’s sister will take care of them. You don’t want your parents to bury their last living child? Well- everyone has to die, Jane.” “No.” I shook my head. She was wrong. That’s not why I wanted to live. It was none of that. I loved my children. I didn’t want my parents to go through hell again, but there was more. “Then tell me, Jane. Why do you want to live?” “Because ...

This wasn't always a BOM one-shot. It used to be cringey, but I changed the characters because it's cute and I like how it came out. Words: 638 Kevin walked into the apartment he shared with his husband and their newborn daughter. Connor sat on the couch watching something on TV. “Hey!” Kevin smiled at his husband. “Sh!” Connor looked at the other man. “I just got Grey to go to sleep.” He pointed towards the bedrooms. “Oh. Sorry.” Kevin lowered his voice. Plopping down on the sofa, he rested his head on his husband’s shoulder. “Are you finally watching Stranger Things?” “Yeah. You do know how to recommend a show.” Connor smiled. “I like it so far. How was the hospital tonight?” “Same old, same old. Nothing new to complain about. Everyone was asking about you and our little girl.” Kevin smiled. “Thank God it’s Friday. This weekend I am all yours.” “Good. You can sleep late.” “Yeah.” Kevin sat up, yawning. “You should got to bed.” “No. I’m okay for at least...

This is an exercise, so it's not one of my best. Words: 449 I have an ability that no one else has - at least no one that I have met. It’s not anything special. It’s not like I can join the X-Men or the Justice League. And I don’t really know if I could label it a gift or a curse, because it’s both. Depending on the situation. Now you’re probably wondering what this mysterious ability is. I’m getting there. It’s affected my life a lot. For good and bad. I can predict the future; but it’s not as awesome as it seems. It’s a little too specific for my liking. I first noticed that I could see the future when I met my best friend, Garrett. We were in sixth grade and he accidentally bumped into me because some asshole kid pushed him. I saw my future with him. Nothing romantic. I just saw us living in New York together. Which was a little odd being that we were both from Connecticut and I had never spoken to him. These visions are random and only happen when I touch someone I m...

All of the small pieces of writing I post are random. Some are fanfiction. Some are originals. Not all are AMAZING, but some are little writing exercises that I did that I don't hate. I'm trying to get back into writing and trying to write something every day whether it be a chapter of a longer story I've been working on or a small exercise. Also a lot of these have been written and/or edited at 3am - no lie - so please excuse any and all mistakes. I am not perfect. And I work at unGodly hours. If you enjoy what I write, let me know! I might make a Patreon, because believe it or not, I am a starving artist [insert laughing crying emoji]. Thanks for any and all support! <3

Words: 1865 It was Autumn in the city. Eleven year old Jason Gershin stood on the front stoop of an apartment building. He checked the address on the paper in his hand for the third time making sure it matched the number on the building. He looked at the three buzzers. Lucky for him they all had names. He rang the one labeled W. Brown twice. “Yeah? Who is it?” The familiar voice of Whizzer brown came through the intercom. “He- hello? Whizzer? It’s Jason Gershin. Marvin and Trina’s son.” The boy explained, shoving the scrap of paper in his coat pocket. “Jason? What the hell are you doing here? Where are your parents?” Whizzer asked, concerned. “At home. Fighting. Can I come in?” Jason asked. “How the hell do you know where I live?” “I found your address in my dad’s contacts. I would have called you and asked if I could come over, but I didn’t think you’d let me come over.” “You’re right. I would have said no, but since you’re already here, come in.” Whizzer buzzed him ...