Princegeorgebc Stories

this is an excerpt from a notebook I have called "random stuff", which was basically intended to allow me to scribble. whatever was on my brain when I picked u...

Prince George, BC. 1999. A brilliant social worker, poet, playwright, and theatre activist named Andrew Burton decides to start a youth group based around theatre. It st...

third poem collection. they aren't in any particular order or anything like that, and after 100, there will always be a new one. if you've been here a while, I'm sure yo...

"Fade in and fade out, again and again." Maddox Melrose has grown up in Prince George, BC his entire life. He's worked dead-end, minimum wage jobs since he gra...

Cover photo taken from a happy December sunset. Here is a chaotic mix of whatever poems come to mind. No placement or order. After 25, there will be another book. STAR...

"Numbness takes over. It feels like ice in my veins. Hot and cold all at once. I know I'm hurting those around me. I know they hate me for it. I know all the shit t...

I had this idea last night after a few drinks, a pounding headache, and an excessive amount of throat lozenges. In order to inspire me to write more often than I current...

An elf prince catches blood on the breeze, and the blood is human - humans are a legend, talked as though they don't exist. Humans would never appear in elven lands. Unt...

"What is this world coming to??" "What do you mean, Blue?" "You know what I mean! Damn it, we grew up in these streets! We know these back alley...

Here's a continuation of 365, the story where I do my best to write SOMETHING every day. Wattpad has a chapter limit of 200, and that was reached on July 19th. So, the r...

Hand in hand, followed by a trail of blue smoke....

"What are we doing here?" "What do you mean?" "We're trapped in this godforsaken city! Living like rats! Destined to die!" "You seem t...

locally bound by monsters of hate city lights and traffic blaze broken down kicked aside and left for dead these are my words my fears whatever i have left this is my s...

hello again! another poetry book - number four, to be exact. if you've been here a while, you know the drill: there's no order to this thing, and after 100 poems or writ...

breathing through the motions not actually taking in any air brain is starved of oxygen words turn to mush up there goopy and globular brain matter soup without a side...