The Apprentice Welder

By Skinric

Part 1

Home from the age of 16 was a shared tenement building on the rough side of the world infamous Gorbals district of Glasgow. Well it could be said that there wasn’t really a good side to the Gorbals district, except the community and neighbourly spirit. The tenement flat had two bedrooms, kitchen and a lounge, which was shared with a three other lads, like me new apprentices at the big John Browns shipyard on the Clyde.

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The Altar

By Catdude

Part 1

Ah, university, for most our first taste of freedom and a chance to explore, down the track some knowledge apparently is passed along, I was at uni and loving it. I was staying on campus, but (thankfully) not in one of the party colleges, oh don’t get me wrong, there was a buttload of partying going on but thankfully I was in one of the cookie cutter colleges on campus, they were a large 5 story building, nice and simple.

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Master Qualification

By unknown

Part 1

I wanted to qualify as a master, I kept telling myself as the car approached the base brig.  Their theory was that in order to give it you first had to take it.  They had made me request it in writing, and then had sat on it for a week so I could change my mind.  But, I had been thinking about it for eight years, ever since I entered the program.  I knew what was involved, but part of me wanted to be tested, even while another part of me was scared shitless.

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The Pit: A Story by Catdude

By Catdude

Part 1

To say that I was cranky was an understatement. I got home from work and hurled my wallet and keys at the wall. Not caring if they hit something, in fact I was really feeling like hitting something, or rather someone! Jake was meant to have called me a week ago, and there was no word from him still. I wiggled the mouse on my comp to wake it up and looked through a few online pages, both gay and social networks. No action on any of his profiles.

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—Massachusetts

 

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—New York City

 

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—London

 

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—Australia

 

 

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