Ten Stories to Manhood: Short Stories
()
About this ebook
Achingly raw and beautifully written, coming-of-age tales, set in the picturesque Cape Cod and Boston area. The insights into a boy growing up, looking for positive, masculine, role models, chronicled through ten sequential short stories. The author delves into the personalities of his characters, bringing them to life through dialogues, internal monologues, and emotional responses, rather than actions.
Jonathan Maniscalco
Jonathan Maniscalco has taught English to ESL learners in Japan, Spain, Chile, and New York City. A Massachusetts native, he is a graduate of Boston University and is currently completing a master’s degree at Clark University. Fifteen Stories to Home is his second published short story collection. His first novel, The Dog Star Burned will be published in 2021.
Related to Ten Stories to Manhood
Related ebooks
The Rain Imp Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsStrength of a Seal: A BWWM Military Pregnancy Romance Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsSpring Rains sequel Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsTape Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5Eyeliner and Lace Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsDark Southern Sun Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsShirt Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Feeding Season: Winter Thaws - Sequel One Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsReunited By A Baby Secret Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsSummers Away Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsThe Three Fates of Ryan Love Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Nuclear Knights Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsAround the World with a Billionaire: A BWWM Billionaire Pregnancy Romance Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Sunset West Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsUncontrollable Love Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsTen Short Romances Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsTempted to Taste Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsSociety Wives Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Harvest Moon: A Prequel: Moonlight, #3 Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsUnmending the Veil Rating: 1 out of 5 stars1/5Racing Through Cornfields Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsThe Sea Gypsy Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsOne White Dark Night Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsSummer Stock Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Swan Lake Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsThat Love Your Neighbor Thing Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5An Unexpected Father Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5In With The Tide Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsBy Magic Born: By Magic..., #3 Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsThe Shore Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratings
General Fiction For You
A Man Called Ove: A Novel Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Cloud Cuckoo Land: A Novel Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Priory of the Orange Tree Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Covenant of Water (Oprah's Book Club) Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Life of Pi: A Novel Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Fellowship Of The Ring: Being the First Part of The Lord of the Rings Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Silmarillion Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The City of Dreaming Books Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5The Lost Flowers of Alice Hart Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Dark Tower I: The Gunslinger Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Dante's Divine Comedy: Inferno Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Shantaram: A Novel Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Ulysses: With linked Table of Contents Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Unhoneymooners Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Beartown: A Novel Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Babel: Or the Necessity of Violence: An Arcane History of the Oxford Translators' Revolution Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Meditations: Complete and Unabridged Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Labyrinth of Dreaming Books: A Novel Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Ocean at the End of the Lane: A Novel Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Alchemist: A Graphic Novel Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Jackal, Jackal: Tales of the Dark and Fantastic Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5The Second Life of Mirielle West: A Haunting Historical Novel Perfect for Book Clubs Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Recital of the Dark Verses Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Cabin at the End of the World: A Novel Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Candy House: A Novel Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5My Sister's Keeper: A Novel Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5It Ends with Us: A Novel Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Everything's Fine Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Terminal List: A Thriller Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Other Black Girl: A Novel Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5
Reviews for Ten Stories to Manhood
0 ratings0 reviews
Book preview
Ten Stories to Manhood - Jonathan Maniscalco
TEN STORIES TO MANHOOD
TEN STORIES TO MANHOOD
A Collection of Short Stories by
JONATHAN MANISCALCO
Adelaide Books
New York / Lisbon
2018
Ten Stories to Manhood
a collection of short stories
by Jonathan Maniscalco
Copyright © 2018 By Jonathan Maniscalco
Cover image and illustrations © 2018 A.F. Nikolic
Published by Adelaide Books, New York / Lisbon
An imprint of the Istina Group DBA
adelaidebooks.org
Editor-in-Chief
Stevan V. Nikolic
All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission from the author except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles and reviews.
For any information, please contact Adelaide Books
at info@adelaidebooks.org
ISBN13: 978-1-949180-23-7
ISBN10: 1-949180-23-9
Printed in the United States of America
For my parents, thank you.
Contents
Prologue: ATOP THE DUNE
SNOW
A RESOLUTION
WASH ASHORE
LIGHT FROM THE FIRE
A JUST RIGHT
LASHING OUT
TOMORROW
THE GYM
Epilogue: NEW WATERS
About the Author
Prologue: Atop the Dune
Ryan Clarke was sixteen years old.
Ryan sat alone. From atop the dune he watched the
low-tide waves gracefully push forward, collapse, and regress, exposing more of the nighttime beach. At first it seemed like a quiet atmosphere without the unnatural sounds of a city or the obnoxious ones of people. The need for empty stimuli had to be detoxed before Ryan could listen and hear what was happening around him.
Cold sand crunched between his exposed toes as they took advantage of freedom they weren’t often given out-doors. Ryan had arrived in shoes but had left them where the pavement ended. His lower half was covered with jeans and his top by a dark undershirt beneath an open flannel. A standard style for where he was.
The breeze was light, but still enough to periodically tip the tall grass down into slight elegant bows. Though this made the air chilly, Ryan did not unroll his sleeves or button his shirt. He just sat, watching the water, his arms folded over his knees.
It was times like this that Ryan wished he smoked. Beaches here were protected so smoking wasn’t allowed. Ryan acknowledged this as a good rule. Cigarettes would only blemish this Northeast paradise with their smell and litter. He felt like a hypocrite though, since he saw himself as a blemish here, an ugly imposing mark on otherwise perfect scenery. Unlike the others, who came and saw themselves as the center and focus of this landscape. There was guilt that came with ruining this place, too; exacerbated by his self-awareness.
He didn’t make any move to get up, though. No matter how much he saw himself as defilement. Ryan continued to sit in the sand watching the water. He loved this place too much to leave. He loved the smell and taste of the salt in the air. The soft slap of the waves as they collided with the beach, the occasional belch from a frog in the marsh behind the parking lot, even the buzz of the nighttime insects around him.
Ryan looked down from his elevated seat at the dried sea wrack the previous high tide had stretched across the beach, giving color to the otherwise plain sand. Then noted the giant full moon over him with its millions of companion stars. This city child was sure he’d never be used to that splendor. Most of all though, there was the sea. Every time Ryan saw the ocean pulse in and out the way it was meant to, he felt serenity course through his body before emanating out of his pores, intensifying like the waves speeding up through the surf before launching themselves onto the shore.
Ryan picked up the bottle of cheap whiskey stuck in the sand between his legs and unscrewed the top. He sipped as much of the liquor as he could before inexperience and the horrible taste forced the bottle away from his mouth. Ryan sighed, screwed the top back on, and pushed it back into the sand.
A few more peaceful minutes went by before Ryan turned his head slightly at the sound behind him. She was coming up the backside of the dune.
I grabbed your sweatshirt out of the car anyway,
Jane said, dropping it in Ryan’s lap.
Ryan picked up the sweatshirt and put it on without saying anything.
Jane sat down next to him, sliding herself through the gap between his arm and side before nuzzling her head on Ryan’s shoulder. They sat there a moment. Ryan kept his eyes down at the beach. The tide was getting to its lowest. Almost everything that would be exposed tonight had been. Soon the massive immeasurable ocean would stretch only a little and swallow Ryan’s beach back up again.
Do you think I could have some of that?
Jane asked.
Ryan handed her the bottle. Jane tried to take a swig, but she coughed roughly when it hit her throat and she spat a good amount onto the sand.
Chuckling as kindly as he could, Ryan took the bottle out of her hands. Then Jane decided to kiss him.
Ryan took the kiss. Jane pushed closer. Ryan closed his eyes and put his hand behind her ear out of duty. Jane took the movement as control and went limp, expecting Ryan to take hold and bring her close. Ryan complied. The two got close enough to feel each other’s bodies through their clothing.
Jane pulled herself on Ryan’s lap, blocking his view of the ocean. She started to kiss all over his face and Ryan clumsily slipped his hands under her sweatshirt. Wincing when Ryan’s cold fingers touched her bare skin, Jane stopped and looked into his eyes. Ryan knew she wanted him to say something, but he didn’t.
Disappointed, Jane put her soft hands on his shoulders and moved them up and down his arms to feel his strong young muscles. Their eyes met and Ryan forced a smile. This placated Jane and she kissed him again.
Before long, Ryan lay his sweatshirt on the sand as a blanket for Jane to lie on while they lost their last bit of childhood together.
When it was over, Ryan sat up and redressed. Jane did too and handed Ryan back his sweatshirt. Ryan held the sweatshirt a moment before tossing it aside. Jane waited a moment, then put her arms around his neck and kissed him long and desperately. When they parted, Jane put her mouth next to Ryan’s ear and whispered what she wanted him to say.
Ryan looked at her and frowned. He told her he couldn’t say it yet even though he knew that word, yet, was a lie.
So, you won’t say it, but you’ll fuck me as if you do?
Jane snapped.
Ryan apologized and told her he thought she was beautiful.
Is that supposed to make me feel better?
Jane asked. She wasn’t yelling. Ryan could hear a sob under the sharp surface of her question.
Ryan brought his hands up to comfort her, but she pulled away.
Fuck you, Ryan, you’re an asshole. You can fucking walk home.
Jane jumped up and ran down the lonely backside of the dune to the parking lot.
Ryan started to get up but sat back down when he saw how far from him she already was. He looked down at the parking lot, and soon heard her car’s engine, then saw its lights. The noise drowned out the sound of the ocean as she drove away. Ryan kept his eyes on where the road would be after he couldn’t see the lights from her car through the woods anymore.