Moving Day (BP Pt 6)

(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) In the apartment Troy carries two cardboard boxes into his then empty bedroom and drops them amongst other boxes. Kyle trudges in with another box and sticks it with [...]

Red Dress or Blue? (BP Pt 5)

(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)  On a spring night, the street lamps and neon glow signs lit the streets of New York. The faint hum of cars could be heard here and there as [...]

Two Friends (BP Pt 4)

(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 opened the door from his room to the hallway. It was a myriad of darkness but the moonlight outside was luminescent, he had no idea what time except [...]

The Wingman (BP Part 3)

(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 was sat in a bar, alone, trying to get by as usual by sipping on a Jack and Coke, the one drink he always went after. It was [...]

New Year Memories (BP Pt 2)

(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 had sifted through the images on his laptop for hours, in fact he couldn’t really remember what day it was, let alone the time in the day. It [...]

Conversation Through A Door (BP Pt 1)

(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 could smell them straight away. That damn smell every time he thought. It always managed to overpower that New York musk scent he smelled everywhere. “Hey come on, [...]

Erase Me

I sit inside the waiting room, chairs outlined in careful precision and an empty void. All I could hear was the ticking of the clock as it grasped at my attention, ticking away second by second as if a countdown was immersed. Nobody was around but it gave a chilled creepiness to what was going [...]