THE EMPTY SEAT
The bus was not empty, it was in a strange place, but not too full, so everyone could be scattered out as though you did not really want anybody to have you. An unoccupied seat…
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Where The Empty Parts Go.
The sign was something that had been hanging there for long as I could remember VACANCY.... The white letters on a faded background were really something. One bulb was…
Matar a Elena (FicciĂłn) /ES-EN
Cuando ella le dijo que ahora tenĂa un nuevo novio, William supo que iba a matarla. No fue un impulso elĂ©ctrico ni un arrebato de esos que…
CNF - A Story Of Unspoken Things
There are some memories that don't make noise or announce itself with drama, they just come quietly and stay heavy and stubborn in the chest. so this is one of those memories, as…
Everything I Swallowed (Creative Non-Fiction)
Dear Reader, Years ago, I was eighteen and she was seventeen. They were both seventeen. We sat in her father’s living room planning what we wanted to do with our lives.…
I AM A PROUD SON
When i hear people talk about last moments, they imagine a dramatic speech, or some perfectly chosen words, or long emotional confessions. My own experience was nothing…
Who's The Fool Now?
That Sunday morning came with heavy rainfall, the kind of rain that doesn’t even pretend it will stop anytime soon, it was the type that makes the whole environment cold, quiet…
The painful surprise
Mike got into the car with a smile on his face. He had this deep sense of relief. He had been at work for weeks. His job was the type that required him to be on site for weeks…
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