So I wrote a little story! Something you can knock out on a commute to work or to distract you from checking your Facebook for a few minutes.
I had no real intentions to enter the world of fiction despite encouragement from a few people, but alas I decided to stop banging on about relationships and why love kicks my ass! So the conception of a random tale was born after reminiscing with friends about nights out in Soho London. A little summink summink with some sort of a beginning, middle and end.
Sam tells the story of five friends unexpectedly brought together under tragic circumstances. A Sunday evening in Soho spirals into poor decisions influenced by grief, lust and the idea of escapism. Follow the party of five as they embark on an unscripted night out after the death of a new acquaintance.
Running From Twenty-Four is a fast paced tale of friendship, finding humour in heartbreak, and coping with life as a twenty-something year old. A night of fun and frolics, where morals and common sense are lost in a cheap bottle of vodka.
Thanks for the love and virtual high fives guys! You're only awesome! :)