Gay Science Fiction - David spends his life seeking truth and beauty by pursuing hot sex, studying quantum physics, and drinking gin. He wakes one morning to find that the anonymous, but hunky stranger from the previous night has left behind a hole in space and time in his bedroom. Emboldened by hearty doses of gin, he experiments with the mysterious window to elsewhere, and elsewhen. Once he passes through the portal, the three pillars of his life unite on the other side as the mysteries of the Universe conspire with fate to reveal and then steal away his perfect lover.
Ebook ISBN: 978-1-60054--252-7 - $2.50
Print ISBN: 978-1-60054-240-4 - MEN
LengthL 5100 Words
Genre: Gay Romance
Price: $2.50
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Excerpt:
The portal first appeared in David's room sometime during the night. He missed its appearance, having had a little too much to drink the night before. The liquor, plus his athletic exertions with the anonymous but hunky guy he'd picked up, had left him unconscious. Either that or he’d passed out after what's-his-name left.
In any case, the next day this glowing, rectangular window appeared at the foot of his bed. It floated in midair, drifting up and down, and left and right in random oscillations. A dull buzz filled the room, pulsing louder and softer with its movements, and the faint odor of burnt electrical circuits filled the air.
"Shit." David's head started to buzz too, resonating with the window. It hung there, bobbing up and down and casting a faint bluish glow across the bed. Its cat-like purr drilled into his ears. He closed his eyes, shook his head, and groaned. "Ohhh." That was a mistake. His brain now throbbed in time with the rhythmic thrum coming from the window. "I need a drink." There was no problem that gin wouldn't help. David ran fingers through his spiky-brown hair and shook himself. "Shit. Need to take a leak too."
He climbed out of bed, naked, and staggered to the bathroom. "Ahhh." Getting rid of the piss-ache helped, but that damned buzzing. He'd have to do something about the fucking noise. He looked into his bedroom. The window was gone. "Shee-it. Where the fuck did it go? Been drinkin too much, ah guess."
He stumbled back into his bedroom, stepping over piles of dirty clothes and wadded up pages from his dissertation, looking for his shorts. He spotted them next to the bed on top of an empty pizza box and a copy of Carroll’s Spacetime and Geometry. He snagged his boxers with with two fingers, and used a dirty sock to swipe off some tomato sauce. He paused to glance at his once perfect swimmer’s physique. Lately, he wasn’t quite so trim. Drinking gin and writing a dissertation didn’t seem to leave much energy for working out.
He plopped down on the bed to don his shorts, but stopped. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a blue glimmer. "Well, ah'll be. The fucker's back." Shorts now forgotten, David walked toward the suspended window at the foot of his bed. He brushed fingers over the stubble on his chain, and stared. Whatever it was, it hovered before him, bobbing up and down, like an icon to…something, to the God of drunken sex and quantum mechanics, maybe? It was the shape and size of an ordinary window, but one that was translucent rather than transparent. David could see the other side of his room shimmering through the surface as though it was a hologram.
He reached out to touch the glimmering opening, but hesitated. He wondered what it looked like from the opposite side of the room. He held a wary eye on the glowing, buzzing fenestration intruding on his room, and walked to the end of his bed. As he passed by the window, it flicked out of existence.
"Fuck me!"
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Author Bio:
Max Griffin writes horror and science fiction stories, often with a dark twist. Authors as diverse John Updike, Dean Koontz, Richard Matheson, and Lawrence Block inspire and inform his literary style.
Max Griffin is the pen name of a professional mathematician who is the author of a textbook and numerous research articles. When he is not writing fiction, his days are filled with teaching mathematics and statistics, research, and administrative work at a major comprehensive university in the southwest. He is the proud parent of a daughter who is a librarian. He is blessed to be in a long-term relationship with his life partner, Mr. Gene, who is an expert knitter.
The two humans in Max's household are the pets of an Abyssinian cat named Mr. Dinger, short for Erwin Schrodinger the Cat. Mr. Dinger graciously lets them live in his home in return for food and occasional petting. Oh, and there's that litter box thing they do for him too.
