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Category Archives: Cuttings
The light of the sunrise hit the clouds as they drifted across the sky, the oranges and yellows contrasting with the blue of the lightening sky. The waterfall fell on iced rocks, splashing and cracking ice with just-above-freezing water and … Continue reading
The flat that we would be living in for a few months was awfully small. So small that when I first set foot in it, it felt as if the walls were closing in on me. I glared at the … Continue reading
Sometimes he will go out late at night to el barrio and play dominos with the abuelos. I am unable to go with him, lacking both balls and brain to break my curfew. Vaamonde spews spotless disgust towards me for … Continue reading
She wasn’t abandoned. She was sold, but at least someone bought her. She may have been tortured, but they didn’t want her to die. She trusted them with all her heart, but then again, what else was she to believe? … Continue reading
The ocean is a mesmerising mystery with a tormenting monster just below the dazzling surface. As far out as can be seen, a lump, a dent, an imperfection in the perfect water appears. It builds up slowly, gaining confidence, speed … Continue reading
You know, for all the flak I give this place, I have to say they have done a number on the couches. I remember a few years back there were only two in the entire rec room, and they tended … Continue reading
The lake is smooth and my boat navigates easily through the water. The setting sun cools my face while colouring the sky with glorious shades of pink, orange, and purple. This is my fifth day out. Five days of pink, … Continue reading
At ten her time, every night, Richard called his wife. Sometimes it would be dawn in Reykjavik, or late afternoon in the Gobi Desert, but Richard kept a timepiece on his left arm tuned to San Diego, and he always … Continue reading
I’m so ready to read the world from a different angle. I want to watch the world from above and on nights when there’s something in the sky worth seeing, you and I can drive far away where the lights … Continue reading