The Blue Chair Pt. 4 by: M. R. Vega Jacob was solemn with the fretting from the day before now trying to figure out the necessary steps to have Emily; the family pet, a proper end. He didn’t dare deal with the H.O.A., knowing their neighbourhood had numerous Glady Kravits feining for any opportunity toContinue reading “The Blue Chair Pt. 4”
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Rabbit for Brunch Pt. 3
Rabbits for Brunch Pt. 3 by: M. R. Vega That thinning of chaos didn’t seem to ease. Fires and what became an incessant screaming, dying, with an addition of wild maddening swarmed around the truck, littered not only her visual senses but the skies and everywhere about her and the large truck she found toContinue reading “Rabbit for Brunch Pt. 3”
The Blue Chair Pt.3
Blue Chair Pt. 3 by: M. R. Vega Jacob and his small family had finally pulled up to the house, the rain had become a heavy drenching matching their grief and he did what he could to cover them both as they wearily came to the door. The patio and its tin-roofed awning cracked throughContinue reading “The Blue Chair Pt.3”
No Skin Pt. 1
No Skin Pt. 1 by: M. R, Vega Yaretzi had two hundred to her name, it was left to burn a hole through the Vegas strip not teaching her a thing but to try again. The original three grand she flew into the city with had quickly been slapped against the green tables of theContinue reading “No Skin Pt. 1”
The Body
The Body by: M. R. Vega The incessant and grizzly alarm went off like a banshee. Gerald adamantly settled his drool-soaked pillow over it and nestled over the blaring time. Bringing it to a muffled blurb of noise that was comparable to a trash truck hauling waste. ‘trash truck? Thought Gerald in a blind andContinue reading “The Body”
Rabbit for Brunch Pt. 2
Rabbits for Brunch Pt. 2 by: M. R. Vega “Oh my god, oh my fecking god, this isn’t, this can’t be real! What the hell did I miss, there’d be news about whats happening, right? What about David? Oh my god!!! I need to get to the house, I need to get to my carContinue reading “Rabbit for Brunch Pt. 2”
A Wallet Missed Pt. 2
A Wallet Missed Pt. 2 by: M. R. Vega Harold had nearly stripped the apartment as though the two bedrooms, living space, and bathroom were a renovation. Lucy had left, taking the keys with her after cursing at him while he grabbed all the items from the boxes and closet still unpacked and rummaged throughContinue reading “A Wallet Missed Pt. 2”
The Blue Chair Pt. 2
The Blue Chair Pt. 2 by: M. R. Vega Jacob woke before the rest of the home did, as he often did, and went about doing his morning routine. Jacob packed the lunch for his son, the assistive tech device, and nestled that into the convenient pouch with a peanut-butter cup in the tiny hide-a-hole.Continue reading “The Blue Chair Pt. 2”
The Scream Pt. 2
The Scream Pt. 2 by: M. R. Vega Luca and Tyler Sykes were playing monkey in the middle with a friend while anxiously awaiting their mom to pull up post haste. She’d reminded them to be ready so they can get to the fairgrounds quickly and get in before the lines were beyond a patientContinue reading “The Scream Pt. 2”
A Scream Pt:1
A Scream Pt:1 by: M. R. Vega The roads were busy, the heat lingered atop the pavement and the fair was starting with a flurry of the city’s energy. Its enthralling, reverberating, and tenacious emotion lay just shy beneath the skin of Pueblo. The incessant chatter and hollers could be heard echoing off the slabsContinue reading “A Scream Pt:1”
A Wallet Missed By: M. R. Vega
A Wallet Missed Part 1 by: M. R. Vega The laundry had been tossed across the master room, the sopping washer load had been strewn across the linoleum leaving puddles to be traipsed over and across. Harold looked at his girlfriend Lucy with an ambivalence that could have anyone else’s skin molt and wither. LucyContinue reading “A Wallet Missed By: M. R. Vega”
The Blue Chair Pt. 1
The Blue Chair Pt. One by: M. R. Vega The t.v still rings with that familiar hum we’ve all come to know. A warning of the impending shutdown at the bottom of the screen eludes the remaining minutes before its screen shares nothing till another person comes to stare at the box the next day.Continue reading “The Blue Chair Pt. 1”
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