Prose Fiction

It was never set to be an eventful day. My house-mate and friend, Jack, was already out of the house preparing for …

He lived in a grey cluster of houses funded by taxpayers. The sun seemed embarrassed to show its face, but it did …

I had loaded up on coffee the morning of the big presentation. It turned out to be a drastic miscalculation …

September 10th. We were at it again. I hadn’t paid any attention to mother’s critique – “all you do is …