Category: Creative Fiction

Carpe Diem — A Narrative Memory

  The sun’s vehement heat beat down upon me, emitting wave upon excruciating wave of thermal barbarity.  Like tiny bugs crawling on a moist log, sand tottered down the sole of my shoe, irritating...

A Silent Tradition

  Saturday morning. Fifties music. Velvety voices from the five a.m. radio. The steady, dull hum of the engine. I opened my eyes, and saw my grandfather focused on the long, empty road ahead....

My Journey From Home

  I walk up to the platform. Everything is silent and everything is black—pitch black except for the nearby planes and the men in uniform. The man closest to me studies me and tells...

An Ode to Netflix

  Netflix Continue watching, my list, or top picks? Bringing me movies both day and night #blessed   If I start now I’ll stay up all night. So many movies to pick on Netflix:...

Memories of a Murder

  I can’t believe the woman is dead. I could only see his cloak, no face. The memory still lives inside my head.   The woman ran. As she led, The man followed her...