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    Creators of Worlds: A Gay Creation Myth Romance
    Creators of Worlds: A Gay Creation Myth Romance
    Creators of Worlds: A Gay Creation Myth Romance
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    Creators of Worlds: A Gay Creation Myth Romance

    By G.R. Richards

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    Haron and Wiskar are creators of worlds.  They've been working together for millions of years and every assignment is the same: they land in a new world and slap-dash Wiskar creates all the predatory creatures in the time it takes meticulous Haron to set up a homestead.

    This time, Wiskar's at his wits' end. He wants to get off Turtle Island and return home as soon as possible, but Haron hasn't even started creating the docile animals yet! 

    So, why has Haron been dragging his feet on every assignment?  Maybe he knows if they stick it out long enough Wiskar will give in to fate—give in to love and to lust.  All Haron has to do is keep the guy occupied for a while...

    This gay romance is adapted from the creation myth of the Huron and Iroquois First Nations Peoples.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherGreat Gay Fiction
    Release dateMay 7, 2015
    ISBN9781513045450
    Creators of Worlds: A Gay Creation Myth Romance

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      Creators of Worlds - G.R. Richards

      Creators of Worlds

      By G. R. Richards

      Chapter One

      Wiskar knew, on some level, that somebody was knocking at his door.  It might have been ten or fifteen minutes ago that he’d heard the first shy rap, but he was long past inebriated.  Even if he’d wanted to get up, his legs would not have cooperated. 

      Still, Haron persisted. 

      He knew it had to be Haron because he’d already put his landlord in the trauma ward, and nobody else in this or any other world cared enough to knock for fifteen minutes straight.

      Wiskar, Haron shouted through the mail slot.  I know you’re in there.  I can see you on the couch.  Open the damn door!  We’ve got a new assignment.

      Not another one, Wiskar mumbled as he fell off the couch, beer in hand.  After sucking what he could from the carpet, he left the empty bottle underfoot.  Grabbing his coffee table with one hand and the couch cushion with the other, he propelled himself upright.  I’m getting so sick of this job.

      Haron stuck his hand through the mail slot.  Are you going to let me in, or what?

      Keep your pants on, Wiskar muttered.  He hobbled toward the door, catching the wall and knocking a-kilter the framed certificate of completion for the last world they’d created.

      Do you know how long I’ve been waiting? Haron harped.  And I know you’re drinking again.  I can smell it from here.

      Wiskar grumbled so unintelligibly even he wasn’t sure what he’d just said.  After fiddling with the locks and finally swinging the door wide open, he turned around and stumbled back to the couch.  Where are we going this time?

      Rushing through the door, Haron took his customary seat on a coffee table littered with ash trays and empties.  We’re going to visit Great Turtle, Haron said.  It’s far, I know, but Sky Holder’s granted us a vessel to travel in.

      With a moan, Wiskar flipped around on the couch.  Where did he find another skank willing to let two grown men crawl up her snatch—

      She is a divine entity, Haron interrupted, in his customarily haughty tone.  Not that Wiskar ever stopped talking to listen.

      —before plummeting to her death on an unsettled world?  I just can’t imagine any woman, divine or not, volunteering for a job like that.

      Haron was quiet for what felt like a pleasantly long time before saying, "You volunteered for this job."

      That, Wiskar couldn’t argue with.  In his defense, though, he thought there’d be a uniform involved.  It seemed like the kind of power position that would attract starry-eyed twinks in the off-season.  Instead, he spent months on end stuck inside a stranger’s slimy uterus alongside Haron.

      With a heavy sigh, Wiskar pulled himself from the couch.  Yeah, yeah.  Just let me brush my teeth and I’ll be right out. 

      Staring out the bathroom window, Wiskar asked himself which was preferable: a five-story plunge into the brambles below or another assignment with Haron.

      Half-conscious and scratched from his nose to his toes, Wiskar crawled out of the brambles and into the back seat of Haron’s car. 

      "I don’t know why you insist on doing this every

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