The-Short-Story

von Wesley McCants (Copyright)
It was raining one July night, the summer of 87 I was in my jammies talking to Maria in Spanish on the phone. Living in L.A., was boring me I wanted to make a move to the East, I told Maria. She said, “esperate amiga! what about me? We have been friends [...]

von Andrea Tallarita (Copyright)
I never thought that the wind could be so cold. I didn’t even know that it screamed, when forced through a car window. Pete is driving. He smells of cigarettes, even with all the wind.
We’ve been moving fast since Charles shot father in the face, so we’ve had less time to look [...]