100 Word Story – Breaking in the New Year (Part Four)

It’s the evening on New Year’s Eve. Everybody has plans and are having a night out on the town. People grouped up with both new and old friends to spend quality time together. Thousands are gathered in the center of town to watch as the New Year’s ball touches down, ringing in the new year.

Alcohol are flying off of the shelves, and out of people’s cups as they celebrate the planet for making another full rotation in the solar system. Memories will be made. Memories will be forgotten. New relationships will blossom, while some old will crumble.

It’s the beginning of the new year.

And that year begins with a trashed apartment. Continue reading Breaking in the New Year

100 Word Story – Breaking in the New Year (Part Three)

It’s the evening on New Year’s Eve. Everybody has plans and are having a night out on the town. People grouped up with both new and old friends to spend quality time together. Thousands are gathered in the center of town to watch as the New Year’s ball touches down, ringing in the new year.

Alcohol are flying off of the shelves, and out of people’s cups as they celebrate the planet for making another full rotation in the solar system. Memories will be made. Memories will be forgotten. New relationships will blossom, while some old will crumble.

It’s the beginning of the new year.

And that year begins with a trashed apartment. Continue reading Breaking in the New Year

100 Word Story – Breaking in the New Year (Part Two)

It’s the evening on New Year’s Eve. Everybody has plans and are having a night out on the town. People grouped up with both new and old friends to spend quality time together. Thousands are gathered in the center of town to watch as the New Year’s ball touches down, ringing in the new year.

Alcohol are flying off of the shelves, and out of people’s cups as they celebrate the planet for making another full rotation in the solar system. Memories will be made. Memories will be forgotten. New relationships will blossom, while some old will crumble.

It’s the beginning of the new year.

And that year begins with a trashed apartment. Continue reading Breaking in the New Year

100 Word Story – Breaking in the New Year (Part One)

It’s the evening on New Year’s Eve. Everybody has plans and are having a night out on the town. People grouped up with both new and old friends to spend quality time together. Thousands are gathered in the center of town to watch as the New Year’s ball touches down, ringing in the new year.

Alcohol went flying off of the shelves, and out of peoples’ cups as they celebrate the planet for making another full rotation in the solar system. Memories will be made. Memories will be forgotten. New relationships will blossom, while some old will crumble.

It’s the beginning of the new year.

And that year begins with a trashed apartment. Continue reading Breaking in the New Year

Luka’s 2019 Year-End Round-Up

Luka’s 2019 Year-End Round-Up

I honestly don’t know how to start this. At some point of this year, I wasn’t expecting to even have the website up by this time. Hell, I’m actually surprised that I’m even still writing, to be honest. This entire year felt like time was flying by when everything seemed to be going perfectly. And then time came to a sudden halt whenever something stopped me from progressing forward. I’ve had some of my biggest trials and tribulations in my entire life all in the span of twelve months. I’ve seen people blossom and bring forth newly found ambitions and dreams, and I’ve even seen people laying in a still slumber inside of a coffin. Many of the bonds and relationships I have only improved and deepened, and I had to learn to let go of those who weren’t going to help improve myself. I’ve learned when to stand up and become the voice people look to when things get tough, but I also learned when to stay quiet and let a person have to go through their own lessons. Continue reading Luka’s 2019 Year-End Round-Up

Ol’ Saint Drunk

It’s that time of the year where people start wrapping gifts and spending time with loved ones and family. Massive dinners and large amounts of food will be consumed, feelings and emotions being shared with one another, and preparations for the upcoming new year will be made.

It’s also that time of the year where crowds of idiots go bar hopping from sun up until the black of night all dressed up as cheap dollar-store knockoffs of Santa. Half-empty cans of stale beer littered the floor, trails of vomit went lead from one bar to the next, and dozens of people would blackout from going upside-down on a keg.

Yep. It’s totally the winter holiday season when you see two women passed out on the curb when you’re headed to an early Christmas party.

I knew coming  out tonight was going to be a bad idea. I should really trust my gut a lot more.

Continue reading Ol’ Saint Drunk

100 Word Story – Slippery Slope (Finale)

I always had a feeling that Dad never really loved me. When I was younger, Mom was the one who spent all of her time with me; it even reached the point where people thought she was a single mother. Anytime my dad had to put any effort into me, it seemed like an issue.

From the parent-teacher conferences, musical recitals, and even my fifteenth birthday, he showed no interest, if he even decided to show up at all.

With the approaching storm, it really felt like he didn’t care about me. Continue reading the 100 Word Story

100 Word Story – Slippery Slope (Part Six)

I always had a feeling that Dad never really loved me. When I was younger, Mom was the one who spent all of her time with me; it even reached the point where people thought she was a single mother. Anytime my dad had to put any effort into me, it seemed like an issue.

From the parent-teacher conferences, musical recitals, and even my fifteenth birthday, he showed no interest, if he even decided to show up at all.

With the approaching storm, it really felt like he didn’t care about me. Continue reading the 100 Word Story

100 Word Story – Slippery Slope (Part Five)

I always had a feeling that Dad never really loved me. When I was younger, Mom was the one who spent all of her time with me; it even reached the point where people thought she was a single mother. Anytime my dad had to put any effort into me, it seemed like an issue.

From the parent-teacher conferences, musical recitals, and even my fifteenth birthday, he showed no interest, if he even decided to show up at all.

With the approaching storm, it really felt like he didn’t care about me. Continue reading the 100 Word Story

100 Word Story – Slippery Slope (Part Four)

I always had a feeling that Dad never really loved me. When I was younger, Mom was the one who spent all of her time with me; it even reached the point where people thought she was a single mother. Anytime my dad had to put any effort into me, it seemed like an issue.

From the parent-teacher conferences, musical recitals, and even my fifteenth birthday, he showed no interest, if he even decided to show up at all.

With the approaching storm, it really felt like he didn’t care about me. Continue reading the 100 Word Story

100 Word Story – Slippery Slope (Part Three)

I always had a feeling that Dad never really loved me. When I was younger, Mom was the one who spent all of her time with me; it even reached the point where people thought she was a single mother. Anytime my dad had to put any effort into me, it seemed like an issue.

From the parent-teacher conferences, musical recitals, and even my fifteenth birthday, he showed no interest, if he even decided to show up at all.

With the approaching storm, it really felt like he didn’t care about me. Continue reading the 100 Word Story

100 Word Story – Slippery Slope (Part Two)

I always had a feeling that Dad never really loved me. When I was younger, Mom was the one who spent all of her time with me; it even reached the point where people thought she was a single mother. Anytime my dad had to put any effort into me, it seemed like an issue.

From the parent-teacher conferences, musical recitals, and even my fifteenth birthday, he showed no interest, if he even decided to show up at all.

With the approaching storm, it really felt like he didn’t care about me. Continue reading the 100 Word Story