John The Shepherd

John The Shepherd by Hector M. Rivera Prologue The hooded figure darted from shadow to shadow blanketed by a bright noon day. The gutted torn buildings gave birth to crooked shadows like some demented Dr. Suess nightmare. Empty rusted cars provided his cover as he slowly neared his prize. It was being guarded by aContinue reading “John The Shepherd”

a zombie apocalypse story

Sometimes when I’m walking down a lonely dirt road the crunch of my boots on the gravel comfort me because it means I’m moving and I’m mobile. Those little sounds tinkle into my ears and I am absorbed into a zen like state. It Doesn’t much matter to me that the world has gone toContinue reading “a zombie apocalypse story”

“F— You Lucifer”

I know I am supposed to forgive you, Yet children murdered is what brings you glee. A God in heaven weeps for the predator who cannot see. Why do I live in this rotten shanty Of a world of baby’s screams eternal? A lesson must be learned of those who have been murdered, icy. IContinue reading ““F— You Lucifer””

“I did not see thee Death”

“I did not see thee Death” by Hector M. Rivera 4/18/2012 I did not see thee death, as you stalked through distant lands, you swooped so subtly low that blood ran cold to lead. Men of courage forged of tougher stuff, meandered down to darkened pits of rough and tumble bluffs. If you had claimedContinue reading ““I did not see thee Death””