Rocking back in forth, in the rocking chair. Philip and Bernard did so. Southwestern Kansas was mildly staying the same, as It was back in their youth.
It’s 1876 in it’s prime, along the Arkansas river.
Philip cleared his throat.
Bernard turned his glance to him, he’s grinning and waving. He met where his eyes were facing, Bessie. An elderly woman, a widow. Maybe around sixty I believed....
“Do you need anything from the shop, Henry?” I asked sitting at the edge of a paralyzed boys bed. He looked up from his day dreams and gazed into my eyes. Henry was a beautiful boy, only about one year younger than I. Just parlyed from the waist down. “I’m alright Florence, Just, stay with me? Please” he tried his best to scoot over from his side of the bed, using his upper body strength, to leav...
When I injured my brain
it was barely spring.
Now it is mid-October
& getting up at eleven
is a big accomplishment.
Last month I counted
the five hundred extra
hours I’ve spent sleeping
in this new state
where sunlight augurs
pain. I lose simple thoughts
before I can finish them
& feel lonely without
my mind. I’m always asking
whoever I’m talking to
What was I saying?...
My family lives in the middle of no where. So most of us like to do things like going to the rodeo. My family are going to the rodeo today. I can tell the rest of them are excited. Definitely my Mom. The thing is… I don’t really like the rodeo anymore. I mean I like watching the barrel racers, but other than that I’m always bored. I dont care about how long cowboys can stay on a bucking bull. I do...
December 6th, A day in history that will never be forgotten. I sit on my bench, in the front porch of my small blue house. My house sits at the very end of the street, over looking the forest, that has now grown into a mess of trees. I sit and think about this day, a day that has shaped the history of our world. I feel a buzzing in my pocket, i reach into it and grab my phone.
"Hey sweetheart, i...
“You’re just a little butterfly.”
His face inches from mine, I could smell the alcohol on his breath. His eyes, crazed as a drunken stupor glazed over.
Butterflies. In all of history, butterflies have been regarded as weak and helpless, and nothing but a beautiful thing.
Moths however, were strong and resilient, born of night and were graced with wings of death.
I cracked my knuckles, and a ...
The love of three and a chain link fence surrounded the man who came to redefine the human effort.
Jaime Velasquez grew up in Fort Pierce, Florida with his young mother, father, and wisened abuelo.
The dirt in his yard and the grime from his father’s tools taught him well. He worked hard with his hands with his mind searing away at a vision in space.
The fiery, solemn young man he
was, Jaime s...
“Don’t worry,” Jobeson assured Fender, his best time spy. “They’ll have no idea what you’re up to.”
Fender wasn’t so sure. “These guys are hard-core criminals.”
Jobeson laid down the spy’s collar. “You have this in the bag.”
“Well look, it’s Jobeyson,” thev leader of the Wilson gang drawled. “Thought you might chicken out.”
“You kiddin? For that much gold?” Jobeson laughed out loud.
The desert sun hung high, casting long shadows across the dusty town of Ten Drinks. Weathered wooden buildings lined Main Street, the only street. Paint peeled from the sign above the saloon under the relentless heat so that what had once said ‘Ten Drinks Saloon’ now said ‘Ten inks loon’. Dust devils danced on the edge of town at the end of Main Street, while tumble weed provided the main action, ...