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The Grandfather’s Clock by Omayra Vélez

Dong, Dong, Dong, three, it is morning. Tick, Tok, Tick, Tok, the grandfather’s clock on the first floor, takes cadence. At night, sounds get magnified, and all can be heard, even from the desolation and coldness of the basement. Darkness blankets my soul, and the hiss of the machines near […]

Under Cover of Night

Under cover of night. I lurk, watching, creeping, slowly moving from the shadow of one tree to a boulder. Crickets were making a matting sound, burning in the fire of the mating season. The sounds of the night. I must avoid the dry leaves on the ground, but they are […]

The Mailman

“The mail man is here. Go get the mail. I know there is a letter from your brother today.” Said Mathilda while she was whipping her eggs. It was little Joe’s birthday and he was sure to get a cake this year. Joe was playing in the back yard. He […]

Short Story: The Grandfathers Clock

Ding, dong, ding, dong, tick, tick, tick, the grandfather’s clock on the first floor took cadence. In the night, sounds get magnified and all could be heard even from this desolated, coldness. The darkness and the hiss of the machine near me.  She left the door open. It is a […]

Short Story: Do Not Ask What Is My Super Power

“You are so stupid Brandon, keep reading comic books and your brain is going to turn into mush.” Conny looked at her twin as if he was a dung bug.“Leave him alone. He is entitled to believe whatever he wants. I saw this dude online that he believes he is an […]

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