Jack stands in front of the park bench next to the dirt trail. His green eyes peer out over the city in Springfield, Missouri past the edge of the small hill side where he was just hiking. His shaved head glistens in the sunlight and he squints. Continue reading
~!WAIT!~ Don't read this if you haven't read part 1, Jackson and Annabel: A Contrast and part 2, Jackson and Annabel: A Crash first. This is the conclusion of the three part installment of the hipster-romance between Jackson and Annabel.
Remembering
Since we last left Jackson, he was still a self-absorbed millennial sponging off of his family and random girls for meals and attention. His dream girl, Annabel, was last seen peddling away, as he sat on the side of the road, clothes drenched with water and stained with grass.
This is a continuation of the fable Jackson and Annabel: A Contrast
Remembering
Since we last heard of Jackson, the pretentious self-actualized hipster, he had just left the sort of hipster girl Annabel and was departing from his favorite shoebox rooftop building with the intent to return at a later date in hope of confronting new contrasting edges to provoke his unique personality to action. One can only imagine the
You’ve made great time. Just under 4 hours and You’ve gone from St. Louis to Branson. You nearly dozed off while driving but
Joseph awoke promptly at 6:45am. His face scrunched as his right side rolled underneath him. He turned his face into the pillow and tried to position himself so that he could still breath while putting the majority of his face into the teal faded pillow case. It was one of
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Jackson was looking over the edge of the building to his right in the campus courtyard. His hazel eyes, fascinated with the contrast in the sharp angles of the building and the clear blue sky behind it. His half shaved blond hair rustled in the wind but not excessively because of the heaviness of not showering since the morning prior to this morning.
Assorted Virtues 