Duointherain
Bio
I write a lot of lgbt+ stuff, lots of sci fi. My big story right now is The Moon's Permission.
I've been writing all my life. Every time I think I should do something else, I come back to words.
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Trying to go Home
It was two days before 1921, but rain was eternally a pain in the ass. The cloth roof on his car hadn’t been much protection and his feet rested in a good four inches of hateful cold South Carolina December rain. It was almost warmer than opening the door and letting the water out. Goggles on, to protect the one eye he had left, frozen hands on the steering wheel, he tried to focus on home, a thick warm bed, and a plate of potatoes and eggs. Smirking as dark rain dripped over the edge of his fedora, he thought about how much money he had safely tucked in his trunk, twenty-five bottles of illegally imported French wine, five bottles of Irish whiskey, and three Caribbean rums. Wind blew the cold rain back to slide down his face, winding through the maze of his unshaven face. He also had some rare and not commercially available antiseptic. He was going to make Jack happy, have some booze, make some money, which was good because Jack’s antiseptic had been ungodly expensive. If he hadn’t been stuck in Noah’s newest flood, it would have been a perfect night.
By Duointherain5 years ago in Serve
Macadamia Nuts
“Can I call you?” Those words typed on messenger carry the whole world. In them are nested a shining little girl with golden curls that were way too chaotic to be Shirley Temple curls, a slate gray teen in a petticoat and searching eyes, all the way up to a woman with electric bullion colored hair somewhere between Pikachu tails and a ninja jutsu that might snap out and fry a person if it’s deserved. So this woman in her bespoken clothes, in a tiny micro-apartment in downtown Seattle reaches out with the voice of all she’s ever been.
By Duointherain5 years ago in Petlife
Mission 9, Go!
J. ‘Max’ Maxwell Approx Words 3100
By Duointherain6 years ago in Futurism
Kai Stubborn
Kai Stubborn by J. Maxwell, AKA Nix Winter There were two of them, standing by the ocean, a lone bed and breakfast in the distance. One was tall, wearing a black trench coat, jeans, bare feet. His blond hair lifted, dancing tangled as the breeze danced lightly down the beach. Cigarette smoke curled back and around him, lazy and yet also tangled on the breeze that promised the world had not yet really stopped for them. He drew his hand slowly to thin piles, the white filter of his cigarette tucked between two bent and stiff fingers, to pull a slow drag of smoke in. Green eyes, half-closed, watched the weak wave as it broke down to nothing. “You shouldn't have come.”
By Duointherain6 years ago in Filthy
Poetry Collection One
Note: These poems cover my life as I grew to accept myself as a man. My kids are the light of my life. As I’ve grown, I’ve come to find being transgender beautiful, a source of pride. This is true for whoever we are. Be proud of yourself as you are. You’re awesome.
By Duointherain6 years ago in Poets
Jerry's Colors
Colors By Max There are colors in the world and then there’s Walmart. There are colors at Walmart too, but somehow they’re a little more compressed, contained, like toothpaste ready to burst out at any moment. People come to Walmart for many reasons. People work at Walmart for many reasons. Humans are complex.
By Duointherain6 years ago in Humans
January
January is not a nice cat. Her predecessor, Voltaire, was also not a terribly nice cat. They say pets take after their owners. That’s what love gets you, especially if you’re a cat or a dog. They’re smart. They remember, have desires, experience qualia, but they’re not the greatest at abstract reasoning. A lot of humans aren’t either, so that works out fine.
By Duointherain6 years ago in Petlife
