When it comes to summer days, memories of people laughing and gathering wrap my eyes in a haunting glaze. It's always been like that... summer pool parties, summer flings, summer hopes, summer dreams.
This summer, none of that is possible. This time, I'm stuck inside, with the four walls of my past life acting as jail cells, and the never ending sound of drill bits hitting dry wall reverberating from down stairs.
It was supposed to be a hectic summer. One full of late nights covered up in high spirits from the day time.
It's the summer before senior year, and I'm supposed to have time to recharge. In this day in age though, none of my aforementioned dreams are possible. Instead, I must sit back, read a book, and watch the rest of the world die around me.
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A collection of short stories
Short StoryHey so it's been a while since I've posted anything, and while my love for writing sure as hell has not faded, I can get distracted easily. So I've decided to write some short stories in my free time. I'll compile them into a single story but if you...
