Blue Bonnets, Part II Sam, alone despite all his good works and honest aspirations, spiraled into comatose depression, relieved only by the steady puff-puff of his Camel cigarettes. His teeth yellowed and browned like sere Autumn leaves. The jaded ashtrays were filled with self-loathing. There was no one for him to talk to. So, occasionally, he would murmur to himself or exhale a heavy sigh or think about his walk through the afterlife. He struggled for an interpretation; he could never convince himself that it was only a dream.Blue Bonnets, Part II1 day ago in Short Stories
Sam's Vision of the Afterlife:
There was a blast of scintillating starlight, and then a doorway. Not a heavenly doorway, but a commonplace one like that found in any ordinary office building. Sam opened it without trepidation and walked in with a sense of magnetic invitation. There was a flight of stairs, so he took it. He came to another door. A sign on the door read: 'Afterlife Productions.' Everythin
Older sister: ApologizingSometimes my big sister is unbearable! Today she was grumbling, because I was sketching on my computer. All those happened just an hour ago.Older sister: Apologizing10 hours ago in Short Stories
“How many hours are you in front of that screen?”, my grumpy sister asked me putting her right hand on the right side of her back.
“Five more minutes! I’m al-”
“No!”, she interrupted me rudely, “You’re doodling on the computer more than three hours! Enough is enough!”
“I’m not doodling! I’m sketching”, I shouted
“Looks like a doodle at me… what is this? Another stupid cartoon character of yours?”
I had to talk back, I told to myself.
“Stupid are your books you’re reading!”
“At least, I read books and I’m not afraid to open them.”
Touché sis… but I’m not done yet…
“At least, I know how to draw!”, I continued insulting her, but she didn’t seem minding her.
Una noche activa-deja eso y entra ya- me dice la enana mi hermana al bajar la ropa del tendedero, el sol se ha ido y la oscuridad me nubla la vista por un momento, llega la luna y puedo volver a componer mi sinfonía, acostarme en la grama es una dicha y tener la guitarra sobre mi tronco es placentero, no lloverá y me quedo aquíUna noche activa1 day ago in Short Stories
-que te levantes- dice mi hermana al quitarme la guitarra y tomar mi brazo, pequeña atrevida, yo, sonriendo con maldad al poner resistencia, tomó la cintura de mi hermana y la tiro al suelo sobre mi torso, la tengo aún más enojada pero callada al ella escuchar mis latidos, ella refunfuña y se levanta diciéndome con voz delgada -entra y recuéstate donde te venga en gana, no te perdono pero entiendo que quieras venganza-
Detestó eso de mi hermana, ha sacado mis intenciones de balance, yo, levantándome al agarrarla de la falda, la devuelvo al suelo y digo al levantarla -tu eres mala y yo no soy mejor, el día no fue c