Preface
This is my first attempt at writing on a larger scale, usually I have confined myself to short stories, essays or one act plays.
I might add a few comments at the end of some chapters but nothing more except my email address.
Please forgive some time delays as my computer is on the blink and even though the story is complete I will not be publishing it immeadiately.
Excuse a few spelling errors on this one since it was hand written then typed without the possibility of a spell check.
This work is copyrighted (2004) and the author "Antony Phillipe" retains all rights. This work may not be published without license. No future work may be based on any material contained in this work without the author's permission. all enquiries regarding rights may be addressed to phillipe.antony@gmail.com
This work deals with consentual sexual activity between willing adolescents, it is loosely based on reality, all names and locations have been changed, questions pertaining to its reality will not be entertained.
If it is illegal for you to read this then sufficeth to say you have been informed to stop.
Though there will be sex in the story, it will not be a central theme and will not figure highly frequently. If you are looking for a quick wank then this is most certainly not the story for you.
I would appreciate all criticisms and comments and will try my best to respond to all.
Thank you
Clock-work flashes by Antony Phillipe
Prologue
Every now and then you have these moments where suddenly everything just all makes sense, where for those few seconds you have all the answers you need and somehow you really feel like you know something. A devout christian would call this a hallelujah moment, when the heavens part and a single beam of light coming from god himself illuminates you and angels appear and a symphony orchestra begins playing.
Fortunately, I am not a devout christian.
I've had a few of these moments so far, but none has been greater than the last. Somehow, earlier, you never really acknowledged them for what they were and so it wasnt as great. but the last one? wow!
At exactly xx:xx pm on jxxuxxy the fxxxxxxxh, the clouds of heaven parted and a single beam illuminated me and then angels appeared and then amazingly a symphony orchestra began to play. I still wasn't a devout christian or anything.
I would make a bad joke sayin "if I told you what happened...I would have to kill you" but I wont (even though, technically I have already).
Ethan just sat there on his bed. Staring at the wall infront of him. Ribbons of smoke floating past. He just sat there. One wonders how one could not help but be captivated by his intensity. After stubbing out the cigarette, he switched of the lights and lay down. Somewhere, a projectionist began playing those spools of 35mm film that were his dreams.
Could he really comprehend that, what was happening was actually happening? He was just dazed, so stunned and so characteristically stoic. It was happening.
When a fifteen year old boy just begins to wholly explore the sexuality he finally acknowledges, he doesent really expects fireworks right away. But it was happening. All in one day he had a boyfriend and came out to someone, an actual person (not just some random online friend).
Was that where it all started?
This is just the prologue, more will be up in a little while.
Antony Phillipe phillipe.antony@gmail.com