Category: Short Story
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Oblivion (12)
Previous Parallel 12: Jungle Earth Emilio had been to plenty of parties in his life. None of them were as crazy as the one to honor Iya and Jael. The food was incredible. The music was slapping. And the drugs. Oh the drugs! Emilio was having the time of his life. Jael on […]
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Oblivion (11)
Previous Tenmo Island Another one had disappeared in the night. Emilio knew he’d been running out of time for a while, but now he keenly felt it. While the good doctor clawed at his flesh, crushed his hips with her pelvic assault, rode him like a wild beast trying to tame the cowboy, his […]
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Big Men (X)
<= One day, as we’re baking in our cells, Silvio does the unexpected and asks me a question. “Why were you going to Esmeralda?” I am laying on my back in the corner of the cell that doesn’t have a sun beam blasting through it. The floor is cooler but not by much. After the […]
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Big Men (8)
<= I had spoken with command in my voice to a Senor of a noble house. Me, a potter’s son. People have been whipped and jailed for less, but there I was doing exactly that. Somehow I have the audacity to continue, my mouth running before I have a chance to stop it. “These […]
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Big Men (7)
<= “Mizumaru, no!” the woman screams. “Men, take him down,” Zapata commands. “Papi!” the girl with the golden eyes screams. I watch the scene unfold as if I am many legs away, but it is right in front of me. I watch a man furious enough to silence the whispers of death in his […]
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Big Men (6)
<= My eyes are open, have been for some time, but only now do I realize that I am awake. Men, women, familias are snoring all around me. I make my way outside. It is dark, but the moon is out and it is full and I can see enough to navigate to the […]
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Big Men (V)
<= While we wait for the crowd to thread through intersecting roads, I see a man sitting on a rug threatening to eat a glass bulb. It is a curious sight and I stare more than I intend to. After a minute of this he actually does eat the glass and falls over dead, much to […]
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Big Men (4)
<= It takes over two months to get to Sanhles. Our journey is punishing; over land, through desert, round the Gulf of Meycali past the fishing towns, avoiding the ruins of San Dieghuana. One of Silvio’s three pack yamas dies and so I am made to carry some of his spoils. If I missed […]
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Big Men (3)
<= “I have no weapon,” I say, kicking myself when I realize I shouldn’t have said that. He has what looks like a hunting bow, turned on its side with a rifle butt stuck on the end. And I have nothing. “I can see that,” the man says. “What are you doing out here?” […]
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Big Men (2)
<= The denial is first. I can’t possibly be lost. This has to be a dream. Just over that hill is a camp, a road, a caravan train. Something. Anything. Instead there is more desert. More dunes. Not a soul to be seen no matter where I look. I am angry now. Those traitorous, […]
The Wormhole Less Traveled 