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Fiction · Scene · Writing

Cupid

October 24, 2016 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

The torch flickers in the wind as you approach the cave. The sconce is shining under the lambent torch. You notice a small heart sticker on the scone. The icy breeze forces you into the cave just to avoid the frost any further.  The back of the cave is perfectly visible under the will of… Continue reading Cupid

Fiction · Scene · Writing

Medusa

October 23, 2016 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

The marshes are dank and cold. The water is high to your knees and thick as honey. Your ears bleeding, dripping slowly, sore and the hum conquers all other noises the forest produces. The icy zephyr creates ripples in the water as if there was an invisible hand skidding across. Moonlight reveals the cloudy mud… Continue reading Medusa

Fiction · Writing

Hades

October 22, 2016October 22, 2016 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

The gust almost knocks you to the ground. The path is on a steady climb. Your red eyes turn the forest into a blood nightmare. Closer to the peak the earth is becoming soft and weak. You reach the peak of the hill; the earth has a layer of fog thick as honey. A metal… Continue reading Hades

#Fiction · Scene · Writing

Tails

October 20, 2016 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

"There's two sides to every coin. A head and tails. Winning and losing. Flipping a coin is everything. Every path, every choice, every decision is a coin flip. Those who avoid flipping, waste away. That's why I admire you. Never afraid to take a risk." He laughs spewing spit. "Yet, this is what got you… Continue reading Tails

#Fiction · Writing

Damage

October 19, 2016 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

He stood over, bat in hand, dripping. The man contemplates another swing. Looks over his pray one more time, and smashes, shattering me into little pieces.

Fiction · Writing

Food Fight Ep.6

October 18, 2016October 27, 2016 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

David  Daisy was increasingly heavy with no sign of slowing down. Exiting the Staters, David inhales the scene, a dozen bodies spread across the parking lot. Gummy bears own the Staters parking lot. Two new jeeps occupy the lot, engines still humming, and colorless. Half the outlaws are breathing and half lie still. Bringing Daisy… Continue reading Food Fight Ep.6

Fiction · Scene

Coffee Shop

October 17, 2016 SamT.Gutierrez1 Comment

She stood still, looking into the coffee shop. Hours passed until he finally got off work. He walked across the street where I was waiting and went into another's arm. He held her close and walked into the night never looking back.

Fiction

Food Fight Ep.5

October 16, 2016 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

Jenna Walls shaking, barricades crumbling, the fort has fallen apart. Exiles have hit the camp outside the Walgreens. How did they know we were here? The cocky Exile's stormed through the fort, no mercy, leaving no survivors.  They didn't see Jenna. Jenna laid beneath debris, leftovers of a nest crushing Jenna's shin. Pain bites down and tears… Continue reading Food Fight Ep.5

Fiction · Scene

Unlucky Stan

October 13, 2016October 13, 2016 SamT.Gutierrez1 Comment

Stan stairs at the basement door, in horror. Through the door, the weak steps plunged deep into darkness. Stan flicks the flashlight to reveal a pool of floating slippers, clear containers containing various arts and crafts from Emily’s childhood, and a couple of unpaired socks floating in dark filthy water. Barbra must have left the… Continue reading Unlucky Stan

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Food Fight Ep.4

October 11, 2016October 11, 2016 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

General Gonzalez The camp was a well oiled machine. A large fence protects the camp. Several guards patrolling the fence, wielding  WN rifles and police riot gear, looking for the slightest change in familiarity. A single wooden sniper nest is home to Caitlyn, the most proficient Spoil with a WN rifle. A tomato garden flourishes… Continue reading Food Fight Ep.4

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And as imagination bodies forth
The forms of things unknown, the poet’s pen
Turns them to shapes and gives to airy nothing
A local habitation and a name.

–
William Shakespeare
(A Midsummer Night’s Dream)

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