You’re Kidding_Tacos for her Birthday_What Comes Around_If a tree falls...
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You’re Kidding
“I have a plan.” Roach looked up when Martin spoke. The din of shouting men echoed constantly off the prison’s concrete and metal surfaces. Whispers would be lost. “To escape?” “You crazy? I’m getting out in an hour. Why escape?” Roach sighed. “I hope you don’t mind my saying, but you can get impatient…” Martin paused. He didn’t want to feed his friend’s delusion. “Urgency demands action, Roach. That doesn’t mean I’m impatient. You could catch fire and take a nap.” A sense of déjà vu washed over Roach. “…Your plan? Going on vacation?” Martin and Roach waited for release in their shared cell. ...
Tacos for her Birthday
Warning: Contains blood, gore, and suicidal themesBlue sky above, woven like a cloth blanket to not only warm the body, but the mind and hewww.onedoor.ccart. It laid its comfort over my soul, spreading over my face to lure out a wide smile. And the sun, shrouded by the wall of high-rises to the right, still ensured that its presence was known by shining its light beyond the edges of the buildings, creating an angelic glow. I’m sure Laila felt the warmth too.She tightened one arm around my chest and pointed ahead. “Papá, it’s right there!”My gaze followed the tip of her finger, landing on our destination. La...
What Comes Around
Adriana zipped up her suitcase with a flourish. She was angry. Angry with Chas, angry with her mother, angry with herself. She was so ready to leave this god-forsaken town that had been the setting of so much heartache. She didn’t need to be at the airport for another hour, but she couldn’t stand looking at the poorly painted paneled walls of this room any longer. She picked up her phone and ordered the Uber. Five minutes away. She dragged her overstuffed suitcase off the bed and onto the floor, swung her backpack over one shoulder, and picked up the envelope that just said, “Mom” off her beds...
If a tree falls...
***Warning. This story contains violence, gore and profanity.***The kettle screams, begging for someone to take it from the fire, but no one hears it.The black crows fly over head, patiently waiting for the carcasses to rot, for their next meal to pick at.A hiker may venture upon the two dead men laying motionless beside the fire, bleeding from newly fashioned holes that are unable to contain their spirits, seeping out, floating above the tree tops, onward into the sky.The hiker may ask themselves what happened to these men, before realizing they’re standing amongst hundreds of thousands of do...