False Start

Coach Holloway pulled us together as we walked off the field. The adrenaline was really pumping, and I honestly couldn’t feel anything in my… [See More on Patreon]

A loud, aggressive knock on the dorm room door interrupted my attempt to flex my swollen, purple hand for the hundredth time since waking up. Mickey was already down to breakfast, but I begged off. I’d eat some breakfast bars and then something… [See More on Patreon]

“Blake! We’re starting!” Kenneth yelled from behind me. I blinked hard, forcing myself back to the present as Dad hurried up the bleachers away… [See More on Patreon]

I stood in the living room, checking my watch for the third time in five minutes. The reservation was in thirty minutes, and Mom and Josh still… [See More on Patreon]

“I still don’t get how you knew they’d even get this far,” he said as we watched Sports Center talking about the upcoming NBA finals, highlighting how Orlando… [See More on Patreon]

Wednesday night, I was sitting at the kitchen table with Dad, eating dinner. Mom had skipped dinner, complaining that she wasn’t feeling well, and Josh had scarfed down his food and run back to his room. He was still mad about being grounded… [See More on Patreon]