Highstreet Stories

It started with the collab!

"Why..?" Although I make no sound, he seems to hear me. "Because you're very, very special, Moira. Very special indeed." He smiles benevolently, and begins tracing my lips lightly. He quickens his tracing, drawing blood, "More than you could ever understand..." *** This is the only thing I had that was complete and postable (vaguely) It's my drama homework so don't expect much Horror is not my genre as you can probably tell WARNING/S: swearing, BLOOD AND GORE. I repeat: BLOOD AND GORE.

One night, Timothy Castro accidentally overheard his parents arguing and he found out that they were about to divorce. To escape from his problems and from the painful reality of this world, he went to a Night Club near his school and it happened that he met this boy in the Club working as a bartender. Tim, who wasn't fully aware of his true identity suddenly fell in love with the boy after they spent together that night.

I wrote another poem, and as I published the last one here - The Fried Chicken Bus - it seems appropriate to dump this one here too. The second my in (very) long-gestating poetry project, this one is firmly in my wheelhouse, the wheelhouse of a vessel that is middle-aged and white and not very well travelled. It documents my love for the Great British High Street, and one shop in particular.

Snippets of Tim and Poch life as a couple, taking on new challenges and falling even deeper ♥️♥️♥️.

It was a mystery. Questions were asked. Answers were not forthcoming. Nobody could understand what had happened. Evidently something must have occurred. But what? And how? The professionals were stumped. I could not help. I had no answers either. Had I been in an accident? No. Had I hit my head? No. Had my face been hurt? No. I remained as baffled as were they. I had no answers. The whole thing was to remain a complete mystery ... for decades.

Archimedes (Archie) Amparo Aguerro who's a senior high student that has a crush on Roxanne Fatima Cristobal (Roxy)