I’m not sure about releasing this story as it is unfinished, but I’m tossing it out there to the masses anyway. Enjoy!

Confronted with a new reality, Third Class Linguist Jodiah Dalton is forced to change his plans for the future when his family makes a galactic move to escape the aftershocks of his mother’s death, and he is not happy about it.

With spin control spinning out of control, Senior First Kryst Tavyl looks to the newest arrivals as his last hope for sanity. Paired by performance percentages, test scores, and a firm denial of their strong attraction to each other; Jodiah and Kryst present a united front when Chancellor-Presumptive Tavyn arrives seeking his displaced monarch so that he can force the child into a true-bond, gain control over the avatar of Ma’kar, and, through her, take the crown.

Caught in a tangled web of half-truths and blatant denial, Kryst finds himself in the inescapable position of bond or be bound and discovers that being tied closer than lovers isn’t so bad when he respects you in the morning.

I understand that there may be some scenes intended for mature audiences, including interpersonal relationships between persons of the same gender, yet I still wish to read this story.

Once upon a time
not too long ago, I wrote
one hundred haiku

How can I really say how I feel?
How can I tell you?
How can I put into words what’s happening inside of me?
How can I know it’s true?
Why do I feel this way?
Why do I question my past?
Why do I look deep inside for truth?
Why do I reject what’s before my eyes?
What makes me feel this way?
What makes me question my life?
What makes me look for answers I know?
What makes me believe the lies?
When did I start feeling this way?
When did i begin asking why?
When did I yearn for answers that are right before my eyes?
My heart calls our for vengeance, my soul cries out for revenge,
My love calls out for forgiveness, who, I pray, will win?
A voice cries out from in my head, a voice filled with grief, a voice bursting with sorrow –
A voice from my past.
I can not place what I hear.
I only know I can not dismiss it.
I know I can not trust what I hear.
Nor can I resist it.
Confusion, chaos, anarchy — sisters of hate.
They want my heart and soul to listen.
But my love, above all else, will stand firm.
With out unity, no one is in control.
With out oneness, none can rise to power.
But which will conform?
And which will not?
Turmoil, passion, fury — all these I feel.
Harmony, peace, love — these, too, I feel.
I fall into fits of anger, yet feel compassion for those I’ve hurt.
I give freely of myself, to those less fortunate than I, yet, for them I feel contempt, and hate.
Never will I understand why I feel the way I do.
Never will I comprehend these feelings about me.
Never will I fathom the depth of the way I feel.
Never will I try.
Now, again, I question.
Do I want to unleash this power?
Am I ready to stand tall on my own?
If the world is against me, am I able to stand firm?
When I let go of the hatred inside,
Will the outpour be creative or destroy?
When I let go of the hatred inside, will I be better for it?
When I stand firm on the love inside, will I be able to for long?
When I stake a claim in my heart, will I choose the right one?
Why do I fear the feelings inside?
Why do i question their rights?
Why do I hide myself?
Why do I wonder which is right?
Why do I question the world as a whole?
Why do I feel it’s a hoax?
Why do I choose the hard roads?
Why do I run from me?
When will I find the answers I seek?
When can I open my eyes?
Unable to listen and believe, only with my heart,
I need to see cold hard facts, before my trust I impart.
Unable to trust what I know, what I feel and perceive,
I have to see it with my eyes, only just to believe.
Always questioning the truth, always looking for why.
I know the first step to healing — blind trust, faith, no matter the why.
Stepping blindly on a road I can not see,
Trusting someone will be there to guide me,
Silently I watch others go, wishing, hoping, praying, but unable to let go.

WHY?