Light Reaches Earth

By Comicality

Living in a group home can be a trying experience for young Riley. Even moreso when living with a secret that's bound to make him an outcast if it ever got out. It's never easy feeling alone. But when another new transfer comes for a short stay, Riley finds the extremely odd stranger to be a lot more than what he appears to be. Look up at the stars above. None of us are ever truly 'alone'.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Comicality
• Release date: Apr 11, 2012
• ISBN: 9781476425962

Comicality

After over two decades of practice, I've truly become addicted to the writing process itself. Both as entertainment for others, and as a personal therapy for myself. Character is a huge focus of mine, as they are the most important part of any story, in my opinion. I want readers to care about the characters they read about, and create a bond with them that lasts long after the story is over. That's everything to me.The gay stories I write cover a variety of themes, but are mostly about that very 'first' overpowering experience of love, and the awkward, yet exciting, feelings that come with it. It's more than just nostalgia. I want it to be a raw and realistic return to what it was like to truly discover what we all want most in life. The love and acceptance of someone we find truly special. I want people to become a part of story. And enjoy the ride. Pitfalls, frustrations, and all. That's what it's all about, right?I certainly hope you enjoy reading these stories as much as I enjoyed writing them, and be sure to look for some of my other works at http://www.imagine-magazine.org/store/comicality/ if you want to see more. You will always get a full emotional and heartfelt effort from me, each and every single time. I can promise you that. And there is always more to come. Have fun!I think I'll just let the writing speak for itself from here on out.Feel free to write me anytime at [e-mail] and let me know what you think.

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Light Reaches Earth

Comicality

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Light Reaches Earth

Asher Denton.

Day after day, I watch him come in and out of the building. Some nights, I watch him walk the halls of our group home in nothing but his boxer shorts and a low hanging t-shirt. Other times, I watch him do chores while laughing and playing with the other boys he knows so well. And I often wonder if I'm the only one that stares at him this way. His beauty just CAN'T be lost on the other boys that reside here....I don't care HOW straight they are. They've got to at least 'notice' him in some affectionate way, even if they're too scared to say anything about it. They know. They've got to know. Asher's just...this total jewel of a human being, you know? A walking work of art. He deserves to be stared at and admired. He earned that privilege by being so awesome.

What are you looking at, Riley? My best friend, Mark. We had just gotten out of line with our lunch trays, and were looking for a table. Hiding my attractions from him is beginning to get more and more difficult by the day. Especially with boys like Asher lurking around.

Nothing, I'm just...I'm zoning out, I guess. That's all. I told him, still trying to catch a peek or two at Asher when Mark wasn't staring me directly in the face.

"I swear....you need your head examined for termites or something. You zone in and out of consciousness all day long. And it's getting worse, man. I've seen goldfish with a longer attention span than you. Mark was talking to me, but my eyes were still trying to take a few glances at my Adonis. His beauty could be so addictive. Maybe you've got that 'A.D.A.D.' thing..."

"That's A.D.H.D., Mark. And, no, that's not it. I'm just thinking. That's all."

Well, whatever it is, dude...you need to put a freakin' LEASH on it or something so you can stop being such a damn zombie all the time when I talk to you. He said. But I didn't allow his comments to distract me too much from my thoughts at the moment. I was a bit too involved in my position as a group home 'groupie' for the Asher show.

You know...the second somebody mentions a 'group home' kid, they instantly imagine that we're all extremely troubled teens that keep one foot in a prison cell and the other in the supposedly safe public streets of the city. But that's really not the case with most of us. We're just...boys who didn't get placed in foster homes when we were young enough to appeal to the majority of adoptive parents. That's all. Parents are looking to adopt 'kids'. Teenagers have a bad enough reputation as it is without it actually being someone ELSE'S to claim as a blood relative. So...once you pass a certain age and the adorability factor lessons a bit...we just kinda wait until we turn 18 so we can go out on our own. Maybe build a family and a home for ourselves to replace the loss of having one when we were younger.

They take good care of us though, the counselors and resident assistants. They teach us life skills and tell us how to prepare for the big bad world before it hits us right in the face. They give us shelter, food, stability...and all we have to do is a few chores a day and stay out of trouble.

The 'chores' part is easy.

Grabbing a few sodas from the group home cafeteria machine, Mark and I stuck close together. But even though I was making a valiant effort to pay Mark some attention...the very sight of Asher in the same room with us distracted me from every last uneventful word that came out of his mouth. I couldn't help but be completely absorbed by the strong narcotic quality of his fascinating presence. Just watching him walk past the sunlit window was a magical experience in itself. Asher had this neatly cropped, preppy styled, sandy blond hair that would lighten or darken depending on the weather and the time of year. It was never anything less than perfect. At least in my eyes it wasn't. And he possessed a set of big, light brown, bedroom eyes that seriously gave you the 'tingles' whenever they spotted you, even in a crowd. He was tall and slim with a deep voice that had finally made the big 'change', recently pushing its