Red-light district

The bitter, winter weather disappeared as I scurried into the cozy house. The fireplace crackling as it produced warmth for the living room, and fresh, fudge brownies await me on the kitchen counter. The warm and sugary scent in the atmosphere took over my sense of smell. The feeling of comfort and safeness arises in my body as I settled in the microfiber couch. After she poured her steamy cup of coffee, she situates herself in her leather chair beginning our colloquy. As I consulted her about…

I lived twenty miles from the big city of Madrid, Spain in a small town, Las Rozas. It was a cold winter day in the middle of January. “Paula veni abajo, que el chocolate se esta enfriando” said my father (Paula come down the stairs, or the hot coco will get cold). I ran down the stairs as if I was in the festival of San Fermin running from the bulls. I took a glance at my mother, who was cooking Torta de Patata, and smiled. I smiled because I was in a good place, I was with my family. What I…

The air turned black all around me. Something was going on. I was at the old destroyed science lab. Something was emitting radioactive surges. Then I remembered, five years ago a crazed scientist named ben destroyed half of the lab and overtook the other half to create a radioactive toilet weapon. Unfortunately, it out of hand and one day a big radioactive surge occurred while he was working on it and it killed him. But now the toilet was getting out of hand and it was starting to slowly destroy…

Randy Scott gazed out of the filthy window near his cluttered worktable on the fourth floor of the Leather Works, watching the clouds pass by, and wondering what a new year would bring. It was March of a new decade, 1860, and he was hopeful for a better life than he had had so far. July 9th would be his fourteenth birthday, and most boys his age were on their own by then. He dreamed of the day when he could get away from the orphanage and away from the Leather Works. The Armstead and Sons…

Moods of Time: Morning 1938. It could be a simple interpretation of morning with the cock, trumpeter, and the throwing of the veil of night. For me though it was throwing away darkness which can be look at as just light or as darkness like fear. I would much rather be up in the light where birds are singing, there is music and happiness. 2. I was really interested with this next piece, first because I am always interested in other cultures and what they believe, second because of the…

As the last gunshot echoed throughout the luscious Venetian Plains from Monte Grappa we knew it was the sign of victory. The Austro-Hungarians were finally retreating and were being bombed round after round from our artillery. Cheers erupted throughout the divisions stationed at different fortified areas all around our defences on Monte Grappa. After a month of fighting we had finally defended Monte Grappa, the back door to the Piave river and Italy, our wonderful home of where our loved ones…

Lines “Just tell me this Doctor, suppose you really are a slave of the drug habit, is there any cure?” I lay alone on a bench on the fringe of some park, wearing the same clothes as yesterday; a grey hoodie, shapeless, faded jeans and trainers with frayed laces. Around me the park was seemingly void of any life, I liked being here, the way the trees rustled to the the ominous tune of the wind, the way the glistening grass rolled down to the lake side, but most of all, I liked how here I could…

Isac's eyelids flung open, a painful light instantly burning his dark pupils upon doing so, a bright light situated directly above him, causing him to shut his lids again and a pained groan to escape his lips at the surprisingly rude awakening. He rolled himself over in an attempt to escape the brightness and found himself rolling off whatever surface he'd woken up on. Slamming stiffly onto the ground, Isac voiced another groan this time more angry and pained then the last one. "For fuck's sake"…

breaking apart, so I decided to stray of the trail to a small boulder and sat down to bask in the beautiful atmosphere. The area was calm, quiet, and peaceful. After my short break I returned to the trail, the sun was shining through the trees and the light was bouncing off the dew covered grass the reflection caused a array of sparkles…

The Forest Cult It’s late, I’m running. Sprinting away from something don’t know the likes of. At this anonymous forest, heart pumping, feet are numb, I feel like my body is about to get annihilated. I check my phone “Wow, it’s already 2 am”. My phone battery is drained to the last bit, I fall into a deep sleep, and suddenly, all hope has disappeared. November of 2009: “Hey,” she says waking me from my half-asleep and half-awake state “Want a drink?”. “Sure,” I say, signaling a bartender to get…