Marquis de Carabas
**Marquis de Carabas** **I** It was about ten AM in west Los Angeles, and the sun chose not to hide itself behind the clouds that gathered around it. The morning was far too hot, especially in the suit I was wearing. But I was willing to make...
Grapes
So I decided to re-upload the stories I wrote years ago. I wanted to compare my old work to my new work. Feel free to leave me comments! I love reading them. So take a look fellas, this might as well be a time capsule. **Grapes** "Yes, you have...
Apples
See my other story, Grapes, to learn more about why I decided to upload my old work. My terrible, terrible old work. Well, I was young... **Apples** The afternoon sun rose over the school, burning orange into the sky, casting shadows of gray ...
Oranges
See my other story, _Grapes,_ for a bit of backstory on why I've decided to re-upload my stories. **Oranges** The group laughed as they sat on the bench, eating their lunches over a matching cement table. It was twelve o' clock Monday, meaning...
The Post-Game
"Fuck!" he yelled, his thick voice resonating even above the sound of his racket crashing against the metal of the locker. He probably dented both the locker door and his racket, but he really did not give a fuck. He slumped his body down on the bench,...