Getting Over Jess (Summer)

It was beautiful that day, the sun shining in the sky, it’s orange glow beating down. We were at a pool party, perfect time to do this in the baking heat. We’d had a good summer that year as it started winding down. We’d been out together traveling around as much as we can across [...]

First Dates (BP Pt 11)

(In 2018 I wrote a chapter a week to a story titled Banana Pancakes. I’ve decided to re-post these each week through 2020 wit some changes) Inside a Spanish restaurant, lit with an orange glow and music that made you want to get up and dance, Troy sits sliding a menu up and down at [...]

Elaborate Drinking Plans (BP Pt 10)

(In 2018 I wrote a chapter a week to a story titled Banana Pancakes. I’ve decided to re-post these each week through 2020 wit some changes) Troy stumbles out into the night streets with just the moon light glow beaming down and the flickering green neon sign above which said 'Retro.' He was drunk, swaying [...]

I’m Not The Protagonist In My Own Dreams

It’s the same every night. Waking on the field. The perfect blue sky above me, the lush green grass beneath my hands as I clutch to feel it’s non existence. Slowly sitting up right. It’s now just a ritual, as I gaze across the world before me. The mountain ranges across the skyline, snow capped [...]

Rebound Party (BP Pt 9)

(In 2018 I wrote a chapter a week to a story titled Banana Pancakes. I’ve decided to re-post these each week through 2020 wit some changes) Troy, Kyle and Claire are all at a party in the same apartment they celebrated a New Year together in the past. Troy is wandering around the drunk table, [...]

A First Toasting (BP Pt 8)

(In 2018 I wrote a chapter a week to a story titled Banana Pancakes. I’ve decided to re-post these each week through 2020 wit some changes) A cracked curtain showed a glow of orange and red from outside, clearly marking the end of the day. Troy was slouched in his bed, covers mushed on the [...]

Youthful Integrity

It was a Monday morning. James kept hearing shouting for him, the screaming of voices . The typical atmosphere of a Monday morning. But he chose to ignore it. Before he knew it knocking on the bedroom door. thud, thud, thud. He leaned over to check the time. 7:30am flashed on the alarm. It was [...]